Chapter 895

I said, "that's better. You can really listen to it when you have time!"

Jinling nodded and said softly, "I will, I will. There must be no problem with your recommendation. "

I smiled quietly and said: "I just give you a suggestion for your reference, specific decision, or in you!"

I don't know why. I always feel that the situation at this moment seems to have happened several days ago. Jinling seems to talk to me about this every time.

Jinling didn't say anything more, but she continued to raise her glass and clink it with me. Her wine volume increased a little. A glass of red wine lifted her neck and gulped down her stomach.

I just talked her out of the box. For such a strong woman with a heavy responsibility, I really want to help her and relieve some pressure for her, but I don't think I can do it.

After all, I'm not fighting for myself. I have my task, which is doomed, many times, I can't act according to my own will.

So, in this familiar box, I chatted with Jinling while drinking red wine. We trudged out of those troubles and talked about some happy things. Jinling told me a lot about her childhood experience, which made me laugh.

An hour later, four bottles of red wine came down, and Jinling was in a slightly drunk state. Alcohol excited, she picked up the microphone, I helped her turn on the music, TV screen is a group of swimsuit models, scratched around. Jinling first sang an old song "more stories in a small town". Her voice was not bad, but she did not deliberately imitate Deng Lijun. I sat on the sofa clapping and cheering, took a cigarette and looked at her quietly. To be honest, the way she sings has a special style and charm.

After she finished one song, red face urged me to sing, I shook my head like a wave drum, said: "no music cell!"

Jinling sat beside me and solemnly gave me an order: "either sing or dance! Choose any one, or you won't pass! "

I think she drinks a little too much and is in a state of excitement. But I can't put myself into it, though, I really want to sing and have fun with her and relax with her.

She could not help frowning and sighing. Then she wanted to open a bottle of red wine again and was stopped by me.

I took Jinling's hand and advised her, "today, our task is to sing. Not drinking! "

Looking at the TV screen, Jinling said an inexplicable exclamation: "Zhao long, who doesn't like singing, is not a good Jinling!"

After that, she stood up and leaned the microphone against her mouth. Regardless of the background music, she sang a popular online song "boss is upset." when a boss is upset, a lot of words need to be signed, a lot of people need to see, a lot of worries can only be hidden in the heart - when a boss is upset, a lot of love There's no time; being a boss is annoying, and I really want to borrow a few days' free time from God, swim a water, climb a mountain, and then quietly hold the lover's hand where is the lover's hand, looking at her appearance in the play, I wonder: does she sing her own voice?

To be honest, I always sympathize with Jinling. She bears the pain and responsibility that most women of her age can't bear.

At the end of the song, Jinling put down the microphone with relief, sat down, rewarded himself with a banana, peeled it off and said with a smile, "it's better to sing than to worry about work."

I nodded with deep sympathy and said, "you have the convenience to come and sing for an hour every day

Jinling said: "that's not good! Who do I sing to? How boring it is to sing by yourself! "

I'm speechless, just laughing instead of answering.

I'm glad to see that Jinling has released all the depression in her heart through singing. When a banana was eaten up, she took a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth. She was stunned a little bit. Suddenly she put her hands on my shoulder and said softly: "dance. Dance with me! "

I quickly shook my head and said, "I'm really sorry, Jinling. You know, I won't. Step on your feet! "

Golden Bell suddenly grabbed my arm, looked down and said softly, "step on it, let you step on it. My feet are just for you to step on! "

I am both ashamed and helpless, thinking that if women do not reason, any logic can be used. Jinling and I sit very close. The fragrance of her body makes me a little intoxicated. Zhao long is not iron and steel. To be exact, I also like this kind of atmosphere. I also like singing and dancing with beautiful women, but I have to restrain myself and force myself to resist some temptations. I moved my buttocks quietly and wanted to sit away from Jinling, but Jinling smiled sweetly and looked at me with expectant eyes, cute and naughty: "get up, great Zhao long! Dance, reshape the melody of life! "

I still couldn't resist her warm smile and stood up half pushed.

She took my hand actively and looked at me affectionately. Her hands and feet began to guide me to move around. I wandered around in her rhythm almost passively, but I had to pay special attention to her little feet for fear of stepping on them again.

I don't have any talent for dancing, so I don't know what dance Jinling is leading me. I just attached to her, she danced and smiled, like a professional dancer, so graceful, so lovely. Under the accompaniment of the beautiful music, we danced lightly, while the body of the golden bell was getting closer and closer, so close that I could feel her tiny gasping sound.

I quickly calm down for a moment, and try to keep a normal dance distance with her. Her hand is soft and delicate, and it feels like an electric shock when it is held in my hand.

Jinling gently opened his lips and praised me: "your body, in fact, is quite harmonious. If you study hard, you will learn dance very quickly."

I still stick to my point of view: "dance is useless to me."

Jingling said: "you can still say that! Dance is a means of communication that must be mastered by the high level of society! There are dances on many occasions. How can they do it? "

I said to myself, "I'm not a senior. I'm just a security guard. "

"Can't you be a security guard all your life?" said Jinling

In a word, ask me!

We danced for a while, until Jinling felt tired and her movements weakened.

I advised her, "take a break, golden bell."

Jinling shook his head and said, "no need. I think I like the feeling. Very happy. "

I said with a wry smile, "but your happiness is based on the pain of others!"

When Jinling's face changed, he asked, "why, are you in pain?"

I said quickly, "that's not what I mean! I just don't have the talent for dancing. It's a kind of torture for me. I don't like the way I dance with my hands and feet. It's like -- anyway, I like martial arts, martial arts, not dancing. "

Jinling sighed a little, laughed at himself, and stopped. But her hand didn't let go of mine. She held it gently all the time. Then she looked at me with big eyes.

Her eyes are as clear as water. I'm afraid of being drowned. I'm afraid to look away.

The golden bell released a hand and stroked my chin, letting it return to its place. She said, "look at me, I want you to look at you!"

Her words have made me feel different.

She looked at me with her lips open. My eyes drifted on her face, but she felt like a rabbit in her heart, falling uneasily.

The golden bell gently pulled my arm, followed the trend of the body to move forward half a step, closer to me. She looked at my face more intensely, and I felt that her fiery body was almost resting on me.

I wanted to step away from this kind of physical contact, but suddenly I felt as if I was caught in something, very soft.

That's Jinling's arm!

I was stunned for a moment. I didn't know how to amuse the sudden ambiguity.

I grabbed her wrist with my hand and tried to move her arm away, but she suddenly cried out "ouch", which made me have to take off my hand.

She always looked at me affectionately with her eyes, and I said with a wry smile: "is this a kind of dance?"

The golden bell immediately put his cheek on my chest, and the hair that had sprung up fell on my face. A special fragrance made me almost sneeze.

"Zhao long, don't you understand? How much did you make me suffer? " Jinling gently beat me on the chest, like a flirt between lovers. She said: "Zhao long, can't you see it all the time, all the time, never understand me?"

This ambiguous situation came so fast that I was caught off guard. I blushed and said, "what do you know? What's the matter with you, Jinling? "

The golden bell pinched my thigh gently with his hand, and complained: "you are just pretending to be crazy! Zhao long, I have to show you my cards today! Sure! "

I am the second in law monk can not touch the head: "what card do you want to show me, how can I hear more and more confused?"

The Golden Bell's hand is like a snake around my waist. The tighter it is, the more I suffocate!

I don't know what kind of mood I am in. All five tastes are very complicated.

Her ambiguity came so fast that I didn't have any psychological preparation.

The golden bell finally slowly let go of the twining on me. It took a half step back. It still looked at me with those big beautiful eyes and opened its lips gently. "Now I will tell you the truth!"

I asked again, "what truth?"

Jinling breathed out a deep breath, his eyes closed and opened. Suddenly, he looked at me as if he had been injected with dope. He frowned and frowned at me. He took a hand and held it.

Looking at her in such a state of loss, I am a bit at a loss.