When he got home, he settled Huang Yingying in his room and sat on the sofa with instant noodles in his hand. Fang Xuan suddenly felt a little sad. The motherless child was so pitiful. After a busy day, he didn't even have a bite of hot rice when he came home. He lamented for a while for a while, and after eating instant noodles, he fell on the sofa to sleep.

At dawn, Fang Xuan got up from the sofa and walked into the room and saw that Huang Yingying had not woken up. There were signs of crying on her face. Last night, Fang Xuan heard sobs from the room. She ran in and saw that Huang Yingying had her eyes closed, her mouth was twitching, her face was covered with tears, and her makeup was messy, which was scary like a ghost. She walked over and patted her shoulder, and asked softly: "What's wrong with Yingying?"

Huang Yingying responded vaguely, turned around, curled up and calmed down. Fang Xuan looked at her curled up, guessing in her heart what kind of sad thing would make her drunk at night and still cry in her sleep.

Thinking of a low sigh, unable to bear to wake up the poor girl who was sleeping, Fang Xuan went out with her shoulder bag. When entering the elevator, she unexpectedly met Ye Chen. Looking at the person standing in front of her, her heartbeat increased a few beats.

After entering the elevator, the two of them stood in a corner, looking at the metal wall in front of them, and no one spoke. The air was a little depressed. When they walked out of the elevator, the two of them walked one after another.

Fang Xuan looked at the back in front of her and gritted her teeth with hatred. Ye Chen had never looked at her since she entered the elevator. I really don’t know where he offended him. After leaving the community, Fang Xuan couldn’t help it anymore. She picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it to Ye Chen’s back.

Ye Chen moved aside, and the stone flew past him and hit the back of the head of a bald man holding a briefcase in front. The man said "Oh", touched the back of his head and turned around, and asked angrily, "Who smashed me?"

Fang Xuan quickly lowered her head and scolded herself for being thrust in her heart.

"Are you?" The man's eyes swept over Ye Chen and fell on Fang Xuan. Seeing her nervous appearance, he thought it was her in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I... I'm itchy for a moment." Fang Xuan apologized with a smile.

"Your mother is sick?" The bald man was so angry that he had no place to vent his temper. He caught Fang Xuan and opened fire: "Can you throw stones at will on the street? How could I offend you? Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you look good. If you have the ability, you can smash the city management. If you have the ability, you can smash the Chinese housing prices. If you have the ability, you can smash the Japanese fleet on the Diaoyu Islands. If you only hit the Japanese people like me, what's so great about it? Did your mother give birth to you and didn't teach you?"

Fang Xuan looked at the bald man blankly, and was confused by his long articles. She didn't understand why she just threw a stone, so she escalated to the Diaoyu Islands incident and Chinese housing prices.

The man became more and more angry as he spoke. He waved the briefcase in his hand and walked towards her with his feet.

"I smashed it." Ye Chen turned slanted, blocking the bald man with a lazy look.

"You...you... are sick." Looking at the green-eyed boy who was one head taller than him, the bald man cursed with little confidence.

"I'll give you two minutes and disappear from my eyes immediately." Ye Chen looked at the bald man lazily, but a cold breath emanated from his body.

Feeling the invisible pressure around him, the bald man glanced at Ye Chen and ran away in a panic. Seeing the bald man stumbled away, Fang Xuan laughed. He walked to Ye Chen and naturally held his arm with his hand: "This person is so funny, thank you."

Ye Chen glanced at Fang Xuan's hand that was holding on her arm, took a step back to the side, pulled out her arm from her hand, and stroked her hair: "Let's go."

Fang Xuan blushed and lowered her head and walked away quickly from Ye Chen. Ye Chen's movement just now gently stinged her heart like a needle.

Looking at Fang Xuan's back away, a trace of sadness floated in Ye Chen's eyes.

...

One day, Fang Xuan felt a mess in her heart, and she kept thinking about Ye Chen's move to pull back her hand in the morning. She made the wrong money twice when collecting the money. It was only after the customer who bought the flowers kindly reminded her.

The door was closed at 9 o'clock in the evening. When Fang Xuan turned around, she saw Huang Yingying standing behind her, with heavy makeup on her face, and her towering breasts almost broke the red skirt on her body.

Fang Xuan's eyes turned from her chest to her snow-white thighs, swallowing the liquid secreted from her mouth, thinking to herself, what would happen if the skirt on her legs was shorter? A lot of men were about to have nosebleeds.

"How is it, I am amazed?" Huang Yingying pulled out a cigarette from her small black shoulder bag, took out a lighter and lit it. She held the cigarette in her mouth and looked at Fang Xuan.

"Are you getting better? You drank too much last night." Fang Xuan frowned and looked at her fingers holding cigarettes. Her nails were very red, which contrasted with her pale fingers.

"Haha, thank you last night." Huang Yingying took a sip of cigarettes, then raised her head and spit out circles of smoke. In the smoke, there was a hazy beauty on her face. Fang Xuan looked at her smoking posture and suddenly said in her mind: "What sister smokes is not cigarettes, but what sister smokes is loneliness."

"I'm going home, so you can go back early too. Don't drink so much alcohol in the future. No matter how difficult things are, they will always pass." Fang Xuan looked at her smoking and said.

Huang Yingying turned her head and looked at Fang Xuan. Her eyes suddenly became crystal clear. She reached out to hold Fang Xuan's hand: "You should accompany me!"

"What's wrong?" Fang Xuan looked at the tears that rose from her eyes.

"I haven't heard such warm words for a long time." Huang Yingying retracted her hand, raised her head and took a sip of cigarettes, looked at the deep blue sky and endured her tears. "Since my sister's death, no one has ever said such caring words to me."

"Where is your mother? Do your mother cares about you?" Fang Xuan looked at Huang Yingying's side. Her eyelashes were very long and a thick layer of mascara was applied on it, so her eyelashes looked long and curled.

"My mom? My mom is dead long ago."

"I'm sorry. I don't know..." Fang Xuan apologized uneasyly

"It's okay." Huang Yingying turned her head and smiled at Fang Xuan, threw the unsucked cigarette in her hand on the ground, stepped on her feet and hugged Fang Xuan's waist, "Let's go, I'll take you to the bar to play."

"I won't go to the bar." Fang Xuan shook her head. She had secretly been to the bar with a few high school classmates before, but was entangled by a few little hooligans and got rid of it after a fight. Since then, she has never been to the bar again.

"Can you accompany me? Please!" Huang Yingying hugged her shoulder and begged.

"I don't like bars. If you want to drink, you can go to my house." Fang Xuan suggested

"Your house is deserted and unpopular, and the bar is so crowded. Please accompany me to the bar, please." Huang Yingying hugged Fang Xuan, her expression was a little desolate, and her eyes were filled with tears.

Fang Xuan looked at her sad look and softened her heart, nodded helplessly: "Then this time, I won't be the case."

"Let's talk about it next time." Huang Yingying happily kissed Fang Xuan on the face.

"Hey... hey... I refuse lily." Fang Xuan was dissatisfied with wiping the lipstick mark on her face. The girl in front of her was too tough.

After stopping a taxi, the two of them sat in. Fang Xuan looked at the Yin-Yang Hall outside the car window and sighed. He had not appeared under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the store for several nights. Will he never wait under the sycamore tree to come home again?

The taxi drove the two to the busiest street. Huang Yingying looked at the skyscrapers flying through the window, sighed, held Fang Xuan's hand, and asked sadly: "I'm dead, will you think of me occasionally?"

"Bah, your mouth is even more crow than me. You curse yourself for nothing, and your brain is sucked?" Fang Xuan was so sad that she felt bleak in her heart by Huang Yingying's sad tone.

"Haha, did Fang Xuan think that this city is a tomb? We have been buried by it since we were born. Everyone lies in it to calculate the mechanism of temptation for money, but they don't know that they have died long ago. It's so sad!" Huang Yingying looked at Fang Xuan with an extremely sad expression.

"Beauty, stop talking. My heart has accelerated by what you said. Don't talk about it at night." Fang Xuan looked at Huang Yingying with a strange look and felt a little scared.

Huang Yingying smiled at her, pulled out a cigarette from her shoulder bag and put it in her mouth. As soon as she picked up the lighter, Fang Xuan pulled the cigarette out of her mouth: "Stop smoking, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

"No one has ever taken care of me smoking, you are the first one." Huang Yingying leaned against the back of the chair and pressed the lighter. The faint fire light illuminated her face. Her face was pale under the fire, as if it was covered with too much white powder.

Next time, I should ask her to apply less powder. The foundation on her face was a bit scary. Fang Xuan thought of turning her eyes away and looked out the window.

The taxi stopped in front of a bar called Jimeng. Huang Yingying paid the taxi fee and pulled Fang Xuan out of the car.

"You should wear more clothes, your hands are very cold." Fang Xuan said to Huang Yingying when she entered the bar.

"If I wear too much, how should I meet my love? I want to use my most beautiful side to find love." Huang Yingying replied with a deep look.

"If you have less pink on your face, you will be more beautiful." Fang Xuan said silently in her heart.

This bar was beyond Fang Xuan's expectations. There was no noisy music, no dazzling lights, simple and elegant decoration, yellow lights softly hit the wooden floor, and gentle English songs floated in every corner of the bar. Men and women of all colors sat in the dark, their eyes flashing with their own abacus. Most of the men and women who came to the bar late at night were looking forward to an unexpected encounter.

Huang Yingying pulled her and chose a place with relatively few people to sit.

"This bar is different from what I have been to." Fang Xuan said, looking around.

"What are you going to before?" Huang Yingying took a sip of the rum in her hand. She called a glass of Baili sweet wine for Fang Xuan.

"It's very noisy and messy, with colorful lights shaking above my head. The people inside are crazy, not as quiet as here." Fang Xuan frowned when she remembered her memories three years ago.

"Haha, you are going to a nightclub, not a regular bar. There are men and women looking for excitement when you go to a nightclub." Huang Yingying smiled, "The men and women who come to the bar are looking forward to romantic encounters."

"Is there any difference?" Fang Xuan looked at Huang Yingying opposite. She was holding up her feet and sucking the wine inside. Her fingers as white as onions raised slightly. Her head was slightly raised, and her drinking posture was so beautiful that it was fascinating. I don't know who said that women who drink in a bar were either decadent or extremely beautiful. But Huang Yingying belongs to the two, with decadent beauty in it.

If you can make less powder on your face and lighter makeup, it would be even more perfect. Fang Xuan looked at Huang Yingying and thought.

"I need a love, real love. It's not those boring games, not those hypocrisy to satisfy the **." Huang Yingying put down her wine glass and looked at Fang Xuan sadly.

"Real love? What is true love?" Fang Xuan asked, touching the transparent wine glass in front of her.

"Real love is that I can feel his love at all times rather than his **. Do you know that many men are kind to you just to get your body. Once you are tired of your body, he will leave you mercilessly, no matter how you beg." Huang Yingying raised her cup and drank it all, then rang her finger and called the waiter, "Two bottles of Vis."

"Drink less, don't get drunk." Fang Xuan took the cup in her hand.

"Haha, it's okay to be drunk. Maybe I can meet the love I imagined when I'm drunk." Huang Yingying reached out and took out a cigarette from her shoulder bag, held her hand and swayed at Fang Xuan, "You don't like it, I'll go to the bathroom to smoke." She said and stood up.

"No, just thrust if you want, don't worry about me." Fang Xuan pressed her shoulder.

Huang Yingying sat down again, took out the lighter from her bag and lit the cigarette, and threw the lighter onto the table. "Fang Xuan, you are such a good person. Whoever marrys you in the future will definitely be happy."

"Forget it, no one wants it."

"Haha," Huang Yingying put the cigarette between her red lips, "Fang Xuan, I envy you. You are as clean as a ceramic doll, and I am as dirty as a rag."

Fang Xuan didn't say anything, quietly waiting for Huang Yingying's words. She wanted to know what sad past this woman who portrayed her appearance with the wind and dust had.
Chapter completed!