This air bag is not right for me [Ancient wears the present]

Zhuoyou smiled knowingly, pursed his lips and took Li Yexi's hand: "Okay, I got it, let's go."

Li Yexi smiled, and walked forward with her.

After Zhuo Zhuo and Li Yexi left, there were only three people left on Jiang Ying and Ming Zhaoyun's side, and it became much quieter and more spacious.

Jiang Ying pondered for a moment, then looked up at Ming Zhaoyun: "Which Qing do you want to go to?"

"Hey Guys,?" Ming Zhaoyun blurted out, wringing his fingers to look at her, "The one, three, five resident singers over there sing very nicely."

"Oh?" Jiang Ying became interested, "Then I would like to see it."

Ming Zhaoyun crossed his fingers and pinched it hard, then lowered his hands from his chest: "Okay, then let's go."

Jiang Ying nodded, then thought of something, then played with a headset and turned to face Mu Wanyun who had been ignored by her since when.

Speaking of Mu Wanyun... I don't know when it started. Outsiders think that Jiang Ying and Mu Wanyun are friends, but in fact, they are not.

Jiang Yinghui and Mu Wanyun have those interactions on Weibo—whether it’s praise,? Eat together, take photos and post on Weibo? In fact, it’s all entrusted by the company.Because the company wants to promote newcomers, let her help guide the next generation.At that time, Jiang Ying felt that Mu Wanyun was really good at singing among the juniors, and she also had some rare creative talent, so she agreed.

Then, when Jiang Ying chatted with Mu Wanyun, it basically revolved around music, and the topic of private life was relatively seldom mentioned.In other words, to Jiang Ying, Mu Wanyun is just a junior + colleague to support.

However, it was obvious that Mu Wanyun didn't think so.Mu Wanyun felt that she and Jiang Ying were not only very close, but also very good friends.

Although they were just colleagues, Jiang Ying asked politely, "Wan Yun, do you want to go with me?"

"No, why don't you go and have fun?" Mu Wanyun's eyes drifted to Ming Zhaoyun, her heart was already jealous to the point of madness, and she greeted the eighteen generations of the other party's ancestors a hundred times, but her face was still pale. With a smile on her face, she maintained herself in an optimal state.

Ming Zhaoyun didn't want her to go at all, but seeing that the other party was about to withdraw automatically, he finally had a smile in his eyes: "Thank you."

Mu Wanyun was so angry that she waited until the two of them turned and left until their backs disappeared, then she put down her hands clasping her chest, removed the fake disguise, and sneered disdainfully.She looked Ming Zhaoyun up, down, left, right, and right just now, but she couldn't figure out how that man was better than herself. She really didn't know why Jiang Ying was able to get so close to her, but when facing herself, she was like It is a familiar stranger.

Biting her lower lip, Mu Wanyun rolled her eyes, finally turned around, and quickly left this unpleasant place.

Hey Guys Qing Bar is not far from here, just cross a street, go straight for 50 meters, turn right and go upstairs.It took only a few minutes for Ming Zhaoyun and Jiang Ying to arrive.

The stairs leading to the bar are made of wood, and there are grasses about the height of a person planted on both sides. The decoration from the outside to the inside is full of literary and artistic styles. It looks quiet, and it is very suitable for inviting friends to come here for a drink. A few cups of chat and a few words, wash away the impetuous dust that has been stained in this city.

It's not the first time Ming Zhaoyun has come here. The bartender in the past is already familiar with her, but it's a pity that the bartender has left for another city recently.People around came and went, hurried like a dream, but Ming Zhaoyun was used to it.

Glancing at the bar, Ming Zhaoyun took a deep breath, and took Jiang Ying to her VIP booth to sit down.The location of this booth is relatively hidden, with screens on the side and no aisle, so it is difficult to be found and recognized.

"It's not bad here," Jiang Ying looked around, and her eyes fixed on the woman on the bandstand with her hair parted in the middle and wearing clothes like a sack. "The singer's voice does have its own characteristics."

"Really? The first time I heard it, I felt that she was a concubine here." Ming Zhaoyun sat down first.

"Do you come here often?" Jiang Ying stopped looking at the woman and sat sideways opposite Ming Zhaoyun.

"It used to be," Ming Zhaoyun took a deep breath, "When you come here to sit here when you are depressed, you will feel much happier. I didn't know why before, and there were always many things I couldn't figure out."

Jiang Ying turned slightly sideways: "Have you figured it out now?"

Ming Zhaoyun nodded: "Yes, because I gradually discovered a truth. Human desires are a bottomless pit that cannot be filled."

"Yes, that's why I choose to keep everything simple," Jiang Ying sat across from her, "When shopping, I only buy what I like the most, otherwise I don't buy it, and when I make friends, I only make friends with people I really want to know, otherwise I don't make friends."

"Very good, I'm envious." Ming Zhaoyun pursed his lips, seeing that the waiter was coming this way, he stopped talking.

After ordering and watching people leave, Ming Zhaoyun picked up the previous topic again after some ideological struggle: "Then am I a friend to you?"

Jiang Ying picked up an upside-down cup on the table and looked at it carefully: "It's a friend."

Ming Zhaoyun was full of joy and couldn't hide it, and was afraid that the other party would find out that he was exaggerating, so he lowered his eyes and pretended to pick his fingers: "So, you really want to make friends with me?"

"Yes." Jiang Ying answered every question without telling lies.

Ming Zhaoyun's joy was almost overflowing, but he stopped immediately and looked up at her: "Really? Then why don't you usually send me messages? Don't other friends always come and chat with me?" ? You're not just fooling me, are you?"

Jiang Ying was helpless: "Didn't you send me a message?"

"I..." Ming Zhaoyun was stopped by her question. After rolling his eyes several times, he cleared his throat, "Isn't it because you look too difficult to get in touch with, and you thought I was noisy before, didn't you? It’s like a sparrow chattering all day long, saying that your ears are about to grow calluses. You’ve expressed your opinion like that, so why don’t I be more reserved?”

After Jiang Ying listened silently, she lowered her eyes.After a while, she raised her face and said, "But when I found that there were no chirping sparrows around me, I suddenly felt that the world became boring again."

These words are really touching.The deepest part of Ming Zhaoyun's heart was hit by her, his eyes widened and he couldn't speak.

For a moment, Ming Zhaoyun's lips gradually turned into a smile.

At this time, the waiter brought Ming Zhaoyun's wine and Jiang Ying's snacks together.

In the transparent wine glass, the mixed wine is a clean blue color, and it looks more transparent when it is illuminated by the dreamy light in the bar.And those snacks are also very delicately made, like a work of art, Ming Zhaoyun couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.

When Jiang Ying picked up a small piece of fruit bread, seeing Ming Zhaoyun's greedy eyes, she handed it to her first: "Try it?"

But Ming Zhaoyun shook his head: "No."

"Why? You seem to want to eat." Jiang Ying was puzzled.

Ming Zhaoyun was silent for about ten seconds, his eyes turned to one side: "I'm afraid no one will like it after getting fat."

"It's ugly if you don't look good, and you will become ugly if you are fat. I don't want it," Ming Zhaoyun cleared his throat, "Appearance is really important. I was ugly when I was young, but I was disgusted by others. At that time It's really terrible, no one wants to talk to me, probably because everyone thinks I'm gloomy and unattractive."

"Impossible," Jiang Ying shook her head, "I don't think you are ugly."

Ming Zhaoyun snorted: "I'm talking about when I was a kid, you never saw me when I was a kid."

Jiang Ying stopped looking at the fruit bread tower and raised her eyelids: "I've seen it before."