In the thick night, Song Jingcheng walked down the prison stairs with one hand in his pocket. Seeing his lonely figure, Shen He's heart ached inexplicably.
She quickly turned off her phone and went to meet him.
Song Jingcheng was lost in thought and didn't notice that he had already walked up the stairs. He subconsciously took a step with his right foot, but his foot landed on flat ground.
Chen He quickly helped him up, "If this was a manhole cover, you would have fallen in."
Only then did Song Jingcheng gather his scattered thoughts.
Facing Chen He's concerned gaze, Song Jingcheng moved his thin lips, "Miao Miao, I..."
Song Jingcheng was in a complicated mood and didn't know where to start for a moment.
Seeing that Song Jingcheng was preoccupied with something important, Chen He suggested, "Why don't we go back to Song Garden tonight? Let's go to the bar for a couple of drinks?"
Her period had just ended, and Chen He could indulge herself briefly before she got pregnant.
Come to think of it, she and Song Jingcheng have known each other for such a long time, but they have never been to a bar together.
Song Jingcheng couldn't remember the last time he went to a bar.
His mind was in turmoil and he urgently needed alcohol to calm his nerves. "Okay, let's go to the bar."
*
The bar street after eleven o'clock was even busier than Chu Zhi's funeral.
A girl dressed coolly, wearing high heels and shaking her sexy waist, strolled on the street, attracting whistles.
When Song Jingcheng saw the girls dressed sexy on the street, he felt nothing.
Seeing two young ghost-fire boys embracing each other and chewing their food engrossed under a streetlight, Song Jingcheng couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "I guess I'm getting old and can't understand these kids anymore."
Is it that he is getting old, or is it that the world has changed?
Chen He followed Song Jingcheng's gaze.
Under the street light, a young man in a floral shirt and tight jeans was kissing a girl in suspender shorts.
This kind of outfit would be a bit out of place in other places, but there are all kinds of monsters and ghosts in Bar Street, so Chen He is used to it.
Chen He smiled teasingly, "You envy them for being young and bold, and doing whatever they want."
Song Jingcheng didn't envy the boldness and enthusiasm of young people, he simply couldn't stand flirting and kissing in the street.
Noticing the young man's hand slipping into the girl's shorts, Song Jingcheng's face darkened and he cursed in a low voice, "Can't we just get a room?"
Shen He laughed non-stop.
She suddenly grabbed Song Jingcheng's tie, tilted her head back and gave him a passionate French kiss.
Song Jingcheng was stunned for a moment.
Coming back to his senses, he growled fiercely, "Stop messing around!"
He quickly took off his windbreaker and covered Shen He's head with it, pressing Shen He's upper body into his arms.
"what!"
Shen He was confused.
Song Jingcheng pressed Chen He's head through his clothes and said seriously, "Don't make trouble, people will see what you look like."
Chen He finally understood Song Jingcheng's terrifying possessiveness.
Chen He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His voice came from his chest, "What's the big deal? My face is so beautiful, it's such a waste if no one looks at it."
Song Jingcheng shook his head forcefully, "No, I can't accept people seeing you kissing me."
"Okay, okay, let me out."
Song Jingcheng lifted the windbreaker on Chen He's head and personally wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth. After making sure that her seductive look would not be seen by others, he took the windbreaker away.
Chen He rolled his eyes at him, "You're so boring. Other couples go out every now and then to get a room, have sex in the car, have sex outdoors, etc., but you..."
When Song Jingcheng heard these dirty words, his heart was in turmoil, but his face remained serious.
"If you like to have fun, I can ask Lao Ma to find a safe and secluded place in advance. But not on the street."
He is a man who only eats alone.
You could call him conservative or overbearing, but he didn't allow anyone to see Shen He when she was emotional.
Even when doing it, he would find a suitable posture and stare at Shen He's face as much as possible to capture every facial expression and reaction of Shen He.
Chen He's face flushed suddenly, "Shut up, and even asked Uncle Ma to find a place in advance. You have no shame, but I still have some!"
Chen He glared at him, turned around and walked quickly into a bar.
Song Jingcheng followed him into the bar.
The bar is just a quiet place with no loud music, but the guests inside are not having pure fun.
In several hidden private rooms, young people can be seen flirting and kissing everywhere.
Song Jingcheng walked behind Chen He without looking around. He took off his coat and put it on the armrest.
Shen He sat on a high stool in front of the bar, and Song Jingcheng sat next to her. He subconsciously straightened his right arm and supported it on the back of Shen He's stool.
It not only protects Chen He from falling, but also serves as a declaration of sovereignty.
Chen He caught a glimpse of the long arm that declared its sovereignty, and felt sweet and speechless.
The drinks in the store are all specially blended. Chen He scanned the code and ordered a late-night bomb, then looked at Song Jingcheng, "What are you drinking?"
"What's there?"
"See for yourself."
Song Jingcheng took Chen He's phone and flipped through it, and finally picked a glass of wine with a name that sounded more poetic, called Lan Yu Sheng Yan.
The stylishly dressed female bartender mixed cocktails in front of them.
Chen He’s Late Night Bomb is a light pink, low-alcohol cocktail that makes people feel tipsy after drinking it.
This kind of wine is usually drunk by men and women to liven up the atmosphere before a late-night date.
Late-night bomb means that after drinking this wine, you will have a passionate and unforgettable date night.
The Lanyu Shengyan cocktail ordered by Song Jingcheng was actually a strong cocktail.
The bartender opened a glass of high-proof Scotch whisky, poured it into a silver-plated flagon, lit it and mixed it with water, and the burning flame appeared blue.
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