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Miss accompany? Do you want Miss? If it wasn't for being drunk at Gao Dian Dian that night, I would have been in jail for a few days?
"No, I'm fine on my own." Gong Xiaojun shook his head and said.
"It's okay, sir, don't worry, we're fine here." The waiter said.
Gong Xiaojun was shaken, he thought, Jing couldn't play him for a while, right? Or maybe she won't come at all? How embarrassing is it to be sitting here all by yourself? What will happen if you sit with me for a while?
"Okay." Gong Xiaojun touched his pockets, trying to figure out whether he could afford to spend tonight. Five hundred yuan, he thought, would be enough.
When a lady sat down opposite Gong Xiaojun on stage 3, Gong Xiaojun was scolding Jing in her heart. He said Jing, you bastard, how dare you make fun of me.
"Sir, are you unhappy?" Miss looked up at Gong Xiaojun's muttering mouth, and asked understandingly.
Gong Xiaojun raised his hand and wiped the corners of his shaved mouth, and said: "There is nothing unhappy, and there is nothing to be happy about. I am like this, a person born in a difficult time, with a difficult face."
"Ah," the lady leaned back on the sofa, picked up a red cherry from the table and put it into her lipsticked mouth, and said, "The melancholy type is more flattering."
Ace tie, everyone loves it, Gong Xiaojun remembered an advertisement on TV. Gong Xiaojun smiled, looked up at this young lady who loves whomever she sees, and wanted to have a little humor.
"It's good, it's good, but it's a bit old." Gong Xiaojun said.
The young lady covered her mouth and laughed, and when she finished, she said, "You are always old, but you have a good heart."
This reminded Gong Xiaojun of the conversation between Grandma Li and the spy. At this time, he had a puff of cigarette in his mouth, and he choked him when he burst out laughing.
"Miss you are quite funny." Gong Xiaojun coughed and said.
"What's your name, sir? Where did you get rich?" asked the lady.
Gong Xiaojun thought for a while and said, "Miangui, surnamed Gong, is a freelancer. What about you?"
The lady rolled her eyes and said, "Just call me Lulu."
Lulu? And fucking Almond Lulu! Gong Xiaojun knew that none of the ladies who came here revealed their real names. At this time, Gong Xiaojun thought of Jing who had not come for a long time, and he looked back at the entrance of the dance hall.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Lulu flipped through the songbook and said.
Gong Xiaojun turned around, raised his beer glass, drank it down, and said, "Not waiting."
"What song are you singing?" Lulu said, handing the songbook to Gong Xiaojun.
Gong Xiaojun took the songbook and flipped through a few pages, but found no popular songs he could sing, and said, "Sing it, I'll be in charge of the applause, my specialty is being an audience."
Lulu stopped being polite, filled out the song list, waved her hand to the waiter, and called out, "Master."
The waiter came in response and took away the playlist.
A few minutes later, Lulu stepped onto the singing stage, and she sang the popular song "Love is One Day":
I knew our love would not go too far
Like the rice fields after autumn, only the water is like smoke
When the cold wind hits
? ? ? ? I am still waiting in the cold water
The lone goose flying south reminds me of the amorous spring
then
? ? ? ? ? just love one day is one day
Lulu sang very devotedly, like a girl who has lost her love. At this time, Gong Xiaojun had completely forgotten about Jing, just like a secret agent on a mission who had been tricked by a beauty. He found that this girl named Lulu was really beautiful, her eyes were watery, her lips were pink, and her small nose matched her eyes and mouth harmoniously and dignifiedly, as if it was custom-made for her eyes and nose like. Her figure was also shapely and slender, and the formfitting sheath dress bulged where it should. The dress is made of white silk, and it is changing red, green, purple, and yellow with the color of the light at this time.
Gong Xiaojun was intoxicated. He originally thought that rich people who spend all day in dance halls are crazy because they have money and no place to spend. Only then did he realize that he was completely wrong, a fucking fool.
"It's a really good song." After Lulu sang, Gong Xiaojun applauded and said when she returned to the No. 3 suitcase and sat down.
Lulu didn't sit opposite Gong Xiaojun this time, but sat beside him, with one hand on his lap intentionally or unintentionally.
Gong Xiaojun was a little nervous, feeling the numbness and itching on his legs. He glanced at Lulu's white and tender hands, and thought of an idiom called "sit in the arms without chaos", and went inside.I moved my body.
Lulu shook her shoulders, took her hands off Gong Xiaojun's legs, and said, "Is this your first time here?"
Gong Xiaojun nodded and asked, "How do you know?"
Lulu smiled and said, "Looks like a good person."
Nice guy? Am I like a nice guy? Gong Xiaojun felt a little baffled, why did he look like a good person in the eyes of Wang Long and Miss Song and Dance Hall? And no one but them said he was a good man? So am I a good guy or a bad guy? Commander Gong Xiaojun sighed, and said to himself, a bad person in the eyes of good people, and a good person in the eyes of bad people, is a person who is neither bad nor bad, sometimes very good, sometimes very bad, just like now.
"A good person lives a safe life, but I don't." Gong Xiaojun looked at Lulu and said.
At this time, Lulu found that Gong Xiaojun's eyes were different from before, he was looking for something lost.
"Then long for it, but good people don't live long." Lulu raised her hand to lift the long hair that fell on her nose, then pouted and blew on the tip of her nose, and said, "For example, Lei Feng, Jiao Yulu, and Kong Fansen."
"Kong Fansen? Kong Fansen, do you believe it or not?" Gong Xiaojun asked, remembering that newspapers, radio stations and TV stations were constantly promoting Kong Fansen's deeds these days.
Lulu put her hand to her mouth and said solemnly: "Hey, don't talk about state affairs."
Gong Xiaojun took Lulu's hand from her mouth, held it in his hand, and said, "I believe it, just because he can enter Tibet a few times, but there are fewer and fewer such people now."
In this kind of place and occasion, it is obviously a bit inappropriate for two men and women who are having fun to talk about Kong Fansen. At this moment, Lulu remembered that the newspaper was still reporting on another person named Sen, so she said, "Have you heard of that man named Wang Sen?"
Gong Xiaojun said: "***, it turns out he is the deputy mayor of Beijing, a corrupt member. Are you interested in him?"
"I trust this person even more." Lulu said, "Let me tell you a story. It was told to me by a cadre-like person last night. He said that after their organization learned Kong Fansen's deeds, they discussed it. When the Communist Party member spoke, he said tearfully, Kong Fansen, Kong Fansen, the one who died should be the **** not you, Kong Fansen.”
Seeing Lulu's smug expression, Gong Xiaojun didn't smile, lit a cigarette and smoked, and said, "Oh, it's not a generation." - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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