Ji Tianqi got up from the sofa, stood upright, walked toward the door in the dim box, and said without turning his head, his tone was frivolous.

   "I'm a monster, that guy is a monster, it's not comparable at all, OK?"

   just walked to the door of the box, opened the door, turned around, Ji Tianqi blinked evilly at the men in the room, and threw a powerful electric soul eye~

   "Oh..."

  There was a room of men’s frantic voices in the box, as well as a man’s funny yelling,

   "If I didn't know that Ji San liked women, I would pretend not to know him if I killed him!

  Nima, too enchanting..."

  Xiao Jintang hugged the thigh of the young master Li Shuran, who was twitching at the corner of his eyes, and shook it vigorously...

  ...

  Just now, Ji Tianqi's brother Ji Tianming called from the dark fire base.

  Ji Tianqi has been training in the dark fire for a year, and he just returned to China today. Before returning to China, Ji Tianqi alone picked the nest of the Mexican underground arms boss Jack, but Jack ran away. Unexpectedly, this second product, who is not afraid of death, followed Ji Tianqi all the way to City A in China. Now he is hiding in a corner of Langang, waiting for the opportunity to kill Ji Tianqi!

  On the golden corridor, men in uniform black suits lined up neatly on both sides, nodding toward Ji Tianqi.

  ...

  The bar on the first floor of Blue Harbor.

  On the bar, a glass of tequila is made of white sand veron.

   Ai Qianqian looked at the light blue transparent liquid in the goblet, raised her head, revealing that delicate little face, and said to Mu Zinan in front of her.

   "Your White Sand Venon."

   Mu Zi raised his glass from the south, and the cold liquid poured into his body.

  Not as strong as vogat, not as soft as Lafite, but gradually warm and flowing, and finally the heart-wrenching scorching heat is like the taste of missing people.

  Mu Zinan looked at the shallow expressionless face, and said with a heartache,

  " Qian Qian, will you go home with me?

  Mr. Ai is not in good health recently. He misses you very much and wants to see you. I also..."

   Mu Zinan paused suddenly, realizing that what he was about to say was disgusting to Qian Qian, and his painful expression looked even more pitiful.

   Ai Qianqian's body was already standing stiff, and when she heard Mu Zinan's words, she shook slightly, but rolled her face even more indifferently.

  In the swaying and blurred lights of the bar, there seemed to be something about to rush out from Ai Qianqian's drooping eyelids, and said, hiding behind the pale blue of Baisha Weinon.

   "Go back? Can I go back?"

  The exquisite pink lips are dyed with a layer of sadness and white hate that shouldn’t be there.

  "Mu Zinan, if you didn’t unite with them to lie to me, if you could make my mother come alive, if it was the two dog men and women who died in the car accident instead of my mother, I will go back!!

  But, Mu Zinan, can you? ! "

  On the bar counter, the man clutched the goblet hand tightly, his veins violently violently violently, and his distinct knuckles appeared lonely and pale white, suppressing hard in the dark.

  Yes, he can’t, he can’t do anything, the only thing he can do is to look at her from such a distance,

   "Qianqian, you can't talk about your father like that..."

   Mu Zinan’s voice had reached the extreme point of tolerance, and he was about to collapse.

"Ha ha…"

  Ai lightly smiled, hateful and sad lips, a smile was alive, but the smile made Mu Zinan's heart broken and suffocated.

   "Why can't I say him! He is not worthy of being my father!"

  And you, Mu Zinan, what qualifications do you have to teach me!

  If it were not your sister, Ai Hengan would not ignore his wife and save his mistress! My mother will not die, none of this will happen!

  Neither! "

  ...

  In the noisy and lively bar, people indulge in indulgence, no one noticed the almost collapsed cry of the handsome bartender in the bar...

  "Basha"---

  The things in those crystal eyes broke through Ai Qianqian's strong bottom line, fell on the icy bar, and smashed broken tears.

  Mu Zinan looked at Ai Qianqian, whose face was full of tears in the dim, and muttered.

   "No, it's not... not like this..."

   Holding the big hand of the goblet, suddenly adding force,

   Then I heard a "bang---"---

  The exquisite goblet was broken in Mu Zinan's hand, and the transparent glass shards left a long scratch on the palm.

  The bright red blood oozes out from the scar, and it merges with the light blue white sand on the glazed platform, a strange and attractive luster...

  ...

  The broken sound awakened Ai Qianqian's mind that was about to collapse.

  Looking at the dazzling red burn in a daze, Ai Qianqian's eyes were hollow and embarrassing.

  If it was before, Ai Qianqian would definitely be nervous to death holding Mu Zinan's injured hand, panicked to the point of yelling...

  "Like this broken cup of White Sand Venon---

  Muzinan, we will never go back.

  As for Ai Hengan, he is a family with your sister and you.

  Since he can give up my mother for your sister, I believe your sister will take good care of him. "

   After finishing speaking, Ai Qianqian wiped away all the tears, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the hidden passageway behind the bar.

  The white canvas shoes stepped forward, paused slightly, facing Mu Zinan’s petite and fragile back, the last words of farewell came.

  “White Sand Venon has another meaning---

  What you miss is what I never miss again. "

   Ai Qianqian left without looking back.

  Ai Qianqian didn’t see it. Mu Zinan wanted to hold her back, and in a panic, his big hand pushed deeper on the broken glass **** on the glazed table. In his palm, blood dripping down...

  The sound of blood dripping on the glazed platform was like the sound of her broken heart at the moment, tap...tap....

  ...

  What you miss is what I never miss again.

  Qianqian, is this your truth?

  Looking at the petite figure that has disappeared at the entrance of the passage, under the neon light, the bright red and light blue, has been completely injured.

  ...

  "Little girl, please ask me and the manager for a leave. I feel a little sick and go home first."

  In the parking lot of the Blue Harbor Bar, a female voice that sounded a little weak was echoing back and forth in the empty space.

  This is the climax of nightlife. The time to come is early, and those who have to leave will never leave at this point, so there is no one in the parking lot.

   "Sister Qian Qian, are you feeling well?"

  The bar girl hurriedly asked in a low voice on the phone.

  Ai Qianqian was walking towards a white electric car on the corner, compared with the luxury sports car in the audience, she was automatically ignored by the mosaic.

Ai Qianqian nodded weakly.

"a little bit."

   "Well, Sister Qian Qian, then you go back to rest as soon as possible. I will ask for leave for you and the manager later."

  Ai Qianqian's mouth curled up slightly.

   "Well, thank you, little girl."

   "Sister Qianqian, don't be so polite to me!"

  Ai Qianqian nodded again.

"it is good."

   "Sister Qianqian, be careful on the road."

   "Well, I know."

  The call was hung up, and the corners of Ai Qian's slightly raised mouth slowly converged.

  So tired.