Chapter 457

"A long, long time ago, you owned me, and I owned you.

A long, long time ago, you left me, and soared in the distant sky.

The outside world is very exciting, and the outside world is very helpless … "

The resident singer had hair similar to Qi Qin's, and was singing emotionally. Because it was in the afternoon, there weren't many customers in the bar.

Fatso was drinking his cocktail while lightly tapping the table with his palm, following the rhythm of the music.

Su Bai's hands were leaning on the back, and he was lazily lying on the chair.

After the song ended, Fatso opened his eyes, with a touch of melancholy and sadness.

"He sang really well." Fatso praised.

"Unfortunately, he imitated an outdated singer." Su Bai said.

"You don't understand art." Fatso gave a middle finger to Su Bai, to express his contempt for Su Bai's blasphemy of art.

"I understand life." Su Bai continued this sentence, and then used the spoon to gently tap his coffee cup. Su Bai didn't drink this cup of coffee, even if the coffee cup and sugar looked very authentic, but it couldn't hide the fact that this was a cup of instant coffee. Obviously, this bar wasn't as pure as imagined.

"Tomorrow, I will go in. I feel like I haven't relaxed for long, and I have to go in again." Fatso seemed very sad, "I don't know when it will end."

Su Bai continued to add sugar to his coffee, although he didn't plan to drink it.

"What about you?" Fatso saw that Su Bai didn't respond for a long time, so he asked.

"I enjoy it." Su Bai replied.

"I also want to become mentally ill, so that I have the subjective initiative to enter the story world." Fatso teased.

"You asked me out today just to talk about these chicken soup for the soul to comfort your nervous mood of entering the story world tomorrow?" Su Bai's spoon gently tapped the coffee cup, matching the rhythm of the New Clothes song.

"I don't know many people in Shanghai. Before entering the story world, I'm used to find someone to chat with and relax myself." Fatso smiled, "But it seems that you don't like bar."

"I'm not that artistic." Su Bai said.

"But you look very artistic. You have a handsome face, a cold temperament, and you even know how to play the piano. Tsk tsk, you are much more popular than me in this kind of place. Generally, leisure bars are the holy land for frustrated young women and young girls in love."

Su Bai took a deep breath and signaled the waiter to pay the bill.

"Sit for a while." Fatso was a little dissatisfied. He hadn't played enough.

"Then you play slowly." Su Bai put the cash on the table and walked out of the bar. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Fatso followed him out.

"You're such a wet blanket." Fatso complained.

Su Bai blew out a smoke ring and nodded, "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"Where are you going?" Fatso asked.

"I'm going to see a friend. She was injured a while ago. I don't know how she is now."

"A listener?"

"No, an ordinary person."

"Where are you going to see?"

"Prince Building."

"Okay, let's go together. Anyway, I'm going to adjust my mental state today." Fatso seemed to be very indifferent. Every listener has their own set of ways to relax and adjust before entering the story world. For Su Bai, his way of adjusting was to accompany the little fellow to watch TV and play with toys.

Su Bai drove the car out. Fatso, who was at the side, saw the car and was a little surprised to hold his chin: "F * ck, do you have to be so ruthless? You really changed the Lamborghini to a Santana. "

"Get in the car. This car was given to me by a friend. Otherwise, I would have to ride an electric scooter today." Su Bai waved to Fatso.

Fatso got in the car. This obviously second-hand Santana made Fatso very uncomfortable.

"Any car is actually the same. Anyway, if you die, at most I'll burn you a paper car."

"When did you have this kind of ideological awareness?" Fatso's lips moved. "You can contact the monk to shave your head."

Su Bai didn't speak. He just drove quietly. After a quarter of an hour, the car drove into the underground parking lot of the Prince Building.

"It's so hot." Fatso got out of the car and began to fan himself with his hands. "Your friend has a company here?"

"Almost, he has a studio."

"Studio? Animation or games? "

"It's to relieve stress, a physical therapist." Su Bai deliberately said vaguely.

"F * ck, this is good. Lord Fatty just happens to enter the story world tomorrow. I need to relax."

Su Bai's mouth showed a meaningful smile and then nodded. "Okay, I'll pay for you."

"Tsk tsk tsk, aren't you out of money? You're actually spending money so extravagantly."

"Things that you don't bring with you when you're born and you don't take with you when you die, it's fine as long as you have enough."

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of a nouveau riche. Even the confidence of driving a Santana is different."

Su Bai smiled and then walked into the elevator. Fatso also came in immediately.

The elevator began to rise, and Fatso began to do some preparatory exercises.

"What are you doing?" asked Su Bai.

"I'm going to do a massage. Of course, I have to loosen my muscles and bones first."

"En, you're very experienced."

"Of course, hehe."

When they arrived at the floor, Su Bai walked out. When he came to the door of Ying Yinger's office, Su Bai saw the "open for business" sign on the door. It seemed that Ying Yinger had returned to work.

After walking in, Su Bai saw Ying Yinger wearing a white dress sitting behind the desk writing and drawing. Her skin was a little too white. It shouldn't be the effect of cosmetics, but the weakness of her body that caused her Qi and blood to not flow smoothly. It seemed that Ying Yinger's body hadn't recovered yet. This woman really worked hard for her "career".

When Ying Yinger saw someone coming, she looked up and immediately stood up enthusiastically. "Young Master Su, it's nice to see you again."

Fatso, who was standing behind Su Bai, also saw Ying Yinger's appearance, and he immediately revealed a perverted look. Obviously, Fatso was very satisfied with Ying Yinger's appearance. He thought that if he could be relaxed by such a woman before entering the story world, it would be a very pleasant thing. Unfortunately, Fatso felt a little regretful. Even a fool knew that the way this woman looked at Su Bai was a bit different, so negative distance physical contact was impossible.

If Su Bai knew Fatso's thoughts at this time, he probably couldn't hold back his smile. The curtain in the office hadn't been opened yet, and the SM equipment was still hidden inside. To be honest, Su Bai didn't intend to bring this coquettish Fatso here, but this coquettish Fatso insisted on coming over to experience it once, so Su Bai was really looking forward to it.

"Your friend? Don't you want to introduce him? "Ying Yinger looked at Fatso, who was standing behind Su Bai, and slightly bowed.

This etiquette was very classical, and Ying Yinger's body revealed a very special temperament of a lady from a noble family.

Su Bai silently touched the tip of his nose, "Let's call him Fatso, he's a good person. Fatso, this is Ying Yinger, a professional. "

"Professional?" Fatso repeated, and then smiled, "I like it."

"Can you still work now?" Su Bai looked at Ying Yinger, "Don't force yourself."

"It's okay, I don't wear that kind of uniform, but I happen to have a kimono that suits me now." Ying Yinger slightly smiled slyly.

Su Bai understood, reached out and patted Ying Yinger's fragrant shoulder, "Don't mention it."

"I'm a professional." Ying Yinger responded.

At this time, Su Bai's phone suddenly rang, it was a call from the monk.

"I'm going outside to answer a call, you help my friend relax first."

With that, Su Bai took the phone and walked out of the office, closing the office door.

Walking to the corridor near the window, Su Bai pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Su Bai."

The monk's voice was still so neutral and peaceful.

Sometimes, Su Bai even felt that the monk was very suitable to be a network anchor. Other than that, he wouldn't do anything else, silently facing the camera and constantly chanting "Amitabha". He estimated that his popularity would be many times higher than those naked female anchors.

"What's the matter?" Su Bai asked. At the same time, Su Bai was prepared that the monk might ask about the painting.

"The Poor Monk will come to Shanghai tomorrow to attend a religious cultural conference. At that time, he might come and disturb you."

"No problem, I'll be responsible for receiving you when you come to Shanghai."

"En, that's it, Amitabha."

"Amitabha." Su Bai hung up the phone.

Then, Su Bai walked to the office door and found that there was no movement inside. Surprised, Su Bai gently pushed the office door open and walked in. He didn't believe that Ying Yinger was really giving Fatso a massage.

Sure enough, Fatso's hands were locked on the shackles, and Ying Yinger had changed into a soft and beautiful Han dress. Her dress and the surrounding environment produced a huge contrast, giving people a stronger sense of stimulation.

What a woman like a demon.

Fatso's head was covered with a plastic bag, and his body kept shaking slightly. Under Ying Yinger's professional progress, Fatso seemed to enjoy it a little. Sexual asphyxiation was indeed a kind of intoxicating enjoyment.

At this time, Su Bai's phone suddenly pushed a news message. Su Bai opened it and looked at it, then looked up at Fatso who was enjoying it in front of him and said:

"Fatso, have you seen 'Our Ten Years'?"

Fatso shook his head.

"Do you know Qiao Renliang?"

Fatso shook his head again. Obviously, he was not interested in the entertainment industry.

"A very good actor and singer committed suicide." Su Bai said sadly, "There are rumors on the Internet that he died with bruises on his body and a plastic bag on his head. These media are really unscrupulous and heartless. For the sake of news clicks, they don't even let go of a dead person.

I have seen his movies and listened to his songs before. He was a very good young man. Sigh, may the dead rest in peace. These media reporters who spread rumors will definitely suffer retribution. They have no bottom line at all. "

Fatso heard the plastic bag, heard the bruises, and heard the death.

His whole body trembled and immediately began to struggle with all his might:

"Wu wu wu … Wu wu wu wu …"