Jie Qingsi [Bar]

Slim fit sleeveless vest, a pair of hip-wrapped jeans underneath, her thin waist was outlined in the night, her firm and round buttocks, the snowy skin reflected a little bit of light, and she sat down at the bar.

Gu Lian wore glasses tonight. In the dim light, the black silk frame of the frame flashed a rusty charm red. She didn't put much effort into dressing up, and she could tell she had no makeup, but her skin was like a shelled egg, which could be broken by blowing a bomb, still very confusing. .

An Yuanqing's dress was very different from the elegant white dress that night, but the heat in her soft eyes continued unabated.

Just as Gu Lian walked in from the slightly bleak night wind, he suddenly felt swallowed by billowing magma. The contrast was huge.

He lifted the mirror frame, glanced at her from the corner of the eye, confirmed that it was the person from that night, looked back impatiently, took the wine glass, and rubbed the pattern on the cold glass wall with his fingertips, trying to ignore the strangeness feel.

However, no matter how much she ignored the cold treatment, An Yuanqing still walked to her side and asked softly, "Do you mind?"

The tone is soft and polite, making it difficult for the listener to refuse.

Gu Lian was not in a hurry to answer, but took a sip slowly, seeing that she was still smiling warmly, standing with a good temper and self-cultivation, quietly waiting for a reply.

Frowning, he moved the phone in the middle back.

An Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and then sat next to Gu Lian, with red lips lightly raised, looking at the other side's pretty side face with a frequency that would not be annoying, and fell silent.

She knows what the other party is here tonight. Although she prefers a step-by-step relationship model, for the sake of Gu Lian, she can make an exception and organize her words: "I—"

"You're not my type." Gu Lian said firmly.

An Yuanqing was stunned, and tried to redeem: "But we're not in a relationship."

Her ears were slightly hot, and she said in a very pure voice: "I'm pretty good at it."

Her breath is too clean, different from the turbid smell of smoke and perfume around her, like a thin and clear piece of ice, so clean that people can't bear to break it.

Gu Lian didn't look at her, her gaze was downcast, she was condensing the clear wine, she tapped anxiously with the tip of her left finger resting on her lap, and said after a while, "I'm not interested in watching."

"But—" An Yuanqing still wanted to say how he would know if he didn't try.

"She said she's not interested anymore." The woman's deep voice, full of displeasure and oppression, sounded from behind the two of them.

Today and tomorrow are working days, there are fewer people in the bar, sitting and chatting in twos and threes, and because of rushing to get up early for work, everyone is more relaxed, those who go upstairs go upstairs, and those who go to the hotel go to the hotel.

At this time, there were not too many people, and the silky jazz music played in the venue, showing a calm and comfortable atmosphere.

An Yuanqing was a little startled by the sudden voice, but fortunately, she also exercised her composure, but her back was slightly tensed, and she did not show timidity.

A sense of crisis arises spontaneously.

She raised her eyes and saw a tall and thin woman walking to the other side of Gu Lian against the light.

The woman was dressed in dark casual clothes, her shoulder-length hair was a bit messy, her shoulders were straight and straight, not showing anything, but it was unexpected that people couldn't take their eyes off.

The side face has three-dimensional lines, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, the eye sockets are deep, and the phoenix eyes are like a work of art carefully carved by an artist.

An Yuanqing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he saw the woman sitting down next to Gu Lian.

Gu Lian's consent was not sought, and Gu Lian's expression showed no resistance.

The high stools of the two of them were placed closer together, with their elbows almost touching each other. From An Yuanqing's point of view, they were very intimate, like a pair of well-fitting couples.

The woody scent of the woman permeated the range of the three of them, and the other two did not wear perfume, so that aloe strongly occupied the entire area.

Without looking at An Yuanqing again, she seemed to be disdainful, and asked Gu Lian in a low voice: "Let's go?"

The tone was indifferent, not soft, but it was much better than that of An Yuanqing, and it was mixed with a kind of intimacy and casualness that had only been known for a long time.

An Yuanqing's heart rose to her throat, and her fingertips subconsciously grabbed the corner of the table, but she also knew that she had no position to speak, and the decision was in Gu Lian's hands.

The conversation in the arena was suppressed at some point, and it was almost inaudible. Everyone else was looking at the trio inquisitively and curiously, not knowing which of the two people, one black and one white, would be the loser.

Gu Lian quickly responded, almost without hesitation, nodded and agreed, and the woman in black took the shoulders to go upstairs, the snow-white and round shoulders were covered by the woman's palm, and the small half of her body was nestled into the woman's arms, and she was the same as the woman who had just met. An Yuanqing's indifferent attitude is completely opposite.

For a moment, the venue was silent, and even the jazz music became distant and blurred.

An Yuanqing stared blankly at the direction the two were leaving, forgot to breathe, and only gasped a few times when his head started to faint.

The sympathetic or gloating gazes behind her were like needle pricks, making her restless and burning her ears.

Wen Ya didn't expect that Mo He would show up suddenly tonight, and it was a coincidence that he met An Yuanqing and begged Gu Lian.

The two had known each other quite early, and their relationship was not close, and they had played with each other before.

It may be that An Yuanqing's type particularly displeased Mo He, aroused her vigilance, and at the same time aroused her possessive desire, as if deliberately declaring sovereignty to the enemy.

According to Wen Ya's guess, Mo He's appearance should be the most suitable, because with Gu Lian's aloof and indifferent temperament, he is only obedient and considerate to Mo He.

And Wen Ya vaguely remembers that Mo He had other companions at the beginning, coupled with her superior appearance, and she also runs an independent art studio with outstanding temperament, the people around her have never been broken, and she has never taken Gu Lian seriously, even Because the auras of the two are on the hard side, they are a bit restrained, and they don't contaminate each other.

But since a certain time, Gu Lian's attire has changed a lot, intentionally or unintentionally getting closer to Mo He's preferences, emphasizing soft curves, charming red lips, and eyeliner.

The two soon got together.

From a certain point of view, Gu Lian is both affectionate and ruthless, doing whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

Wen Ya sat down next to An Yuanqing, asked for something else to drink, and then said that she would be free for today.

An Yuanqing reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips, and his thick eyelashes drooped desolately. After a short conversation with Gu Lian, he finally got to know Gu Lian's true face, and said bitterly: "The type she said is like this. ."

Wen Ya frowned and remained silent.

How should she explain it? The type Gu Lian mentioned is just a face, and the rest is irrelevant.

Change the subject: "Do you want to go back?"

The sparks in An Yuanqing's eyes hadn't been completely extinguished by the cold water, he took out his phone to check the time, and said softly, "I'll wait a little longer until she comes out."

This wait will take at least an hour.

Moreover, Gu Lian lived in the dormitory, and the access control time had passed by the end of the day, so he would probably sleep here, and the worst case would be that he wouldn't come down tonight.

Wen Ya was not in a hurry. Hearing this, she looked at An Yuanqing carefully, and saw a trace of lackluster expression on the man's brows, and asked, "Why don't I open a room for you? Do you want to stay here tonight? Wait until she comes down." ,I'm calling you."

An Yuanqing also understood the meaning implied in the words, his smile was even weaker, he couldn't hide his emotions, he pursed the corners of his lips, and nodded.

It happened that she had something to do at work, so she went out first, got into the car, and dealt with it on a tablet.

When she focused on her work, the time passed faster. In a blink of an eye, two hours were gone.

As soon as the tablet was put down, someone knocked on the glass window suddenly.

It's Gu Lian.

An Yuanqing reacted quickly. Before leaning forward to push the car door, he cleared his throat, raised his brows lightly, cleaned up the fatigue on his face, met Gu Lian's indifferent gaze, and smiled softly: "Why are you here?"

Gu Lian originally wanted her to lower the car window and leave after speaking clearly, but she didn't refuse. She leaned over and sat in the co-pilot, and asked instead, "Do you smoke?"

This question was asked abruptly, and An Yuanqing's words were directly ignored by her, but she was not annoyed, on the contrary she was a little happy.

This is their first normal communication.

Thinking about not answering immediately, he asked instead: "Do you smoke?"

Gu Lian shook his head.

The car door was not closed, and the body was slightly turned outward, as if for ventilation.

An Yuanqing caught this point and denied it: "I don't smoke either. He smoked when I dropped off my colleague home at night." Then he immediately separated the relationship: "Male."

For Gu Lian, it doesn't matter if she is a woman or a man, she doesn't care about An Yuanqing.

Nodding his head slightly, he saw that An Yuanqing only opened the window to ventilate at this time, probably it was specially opened for her, and it didn't seem like he hated the smell of smoke.I was faintly curious, if she was sure just now, would An Yuanqing also give an affirmative answer.

Thinking of this, she recalled the business, and said bluntly: "Wen Ya said you were waiting for me."

An Yuanqing couldn't figure out what she was going to say, so he responded with a good attitude, didn't say much, and instead looked at Gu Lian.

The lights in the car were not turned on, and the light was dim, all illuminated by the old street lamps on the street corner.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gu Lian's fingertips hooked into a transparent plastic bag, and the shape of a hard shell inside was smoke.

The heart sinks involuntarily, an unspeakable dull pain.

Gu Lian doesn't smoke, so this cigarette was bought for Mo He when he went out late at night.

Her gaze was light and restrained at first, and then because of emotional surges, she froze on the pack of cigarettes, as if she wanted to see through the cigarettes.

An Yuanqing's face was facing the light, and the delicate facial features were covered with a layer of fragile light gold, and the slight changes were obvious.

Gu Lian noticed the look in her eyes and the color of her lips that were pursed white. She had complicated thoughts, and after a moment of silence, she simply lifted the plastic bag to her lap and folded it tightly. She turned to look directly at her, and said mercilessly: "You Like me, want to follow me."

It is not a question, but an affirmation, stating a fact with great certainty.

An Yuanqing's eyes trembled slightly, her red lips opened and closed, not knowing how to respond.

Suddenly smelling the peppermint flavor in Gu Lian's mouth, and realizing that she rinsed her mouth afterwards, maybe it was An Yuanqing's psychological effect, she always felt that Gu Lian's lips were redder, swollen and moister than before.

Many images floated up in her mind at once, the impact was too strong, even though she had built up a solid psychological defense in the past few days, it was still broken at this moment.

Her mind went blank, and in Gu Lian's bottomless eyes, she nodded stiffly and surrendered: "Is that okay?" She paused, and added, "I'm chasing you."

The neon lights in the distance cast weakly and colorfully, falling on An Yuanqing's face, making her look even more haggard.

The thick eyelashes are long and curled up, and a pair of clear eyes are full of sad and beautiful waves.

Her facial features are not outstanding, but those eyes are extremely moving, as if she can speak.

The curvature of the corners and ends of the eyes is gentle and charming, and the large and aura-like pupils are like autumn water, extremely clear and beautiful.Combining two different feelings together without any violation makes people involuntarily pursue it.

Gu Lian is indifferent but not ruthless, with slightly raised eyebrows, looking away, hesitantly said: "Don't chase me, I have nothing good, there should be many good people who like you."

Her thoughts were a little confused, and the words she said jumped out, but An Yuanqing could understand her meaning, and her heart instantly warmed up.

If Gu Lian was more cold-hearted, slandered her maliciously, and demoted her to nothing, she might really be disappointed in Gu Lian.But it was this rejection that gave her a glimmer of hope.

She licked the tip of her dry and bitter lips, wanting to say something else.

Gu Lian probably realized that what he said was a bit too much, so he directly used cold and severe actions to put an end to her thoughts, and left without saying a word.

When closing the door, it would be most appropriate to slam it hard, but when Gu Lian swung it halfway, she still habitually blocked it, and the sound was soft.

This unintentional move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire in An Yuanqing's heart, making An Yuanqing unable to help but want to go deep into this person's inner world.

Gu Lian's footsteps were fast, and by the time An Yuanqing chased him out, he had disappeared at the back door of the bar.