Chapter 215： Fat art

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

After a long, long time ago, you left me and went to the sky.

The world outside is wonderful, the world outside is helpless........."

The resident singer kept a hair similar to Qi Qin, singing there emotionally. Because it was afternoon, there were not many guests in the Qing Bar.

The fat man sipped the cocktail while gently patping the table with his palm, followed by a musical tune.

Su Bai's hands leaned back, so he was lying on the chair so lazily.

After the song is finished, the fat man opens his eyes, with a touch of melancholy and sadness.

"He sang very well." The fat man praised.

"Unfortunately, imitating is a singer who is too angry." Su Bai said.

"You don't understand art." The fat man put a **** on Su Bai to express his contempt for Su Baijun's art.

"I know life." Su Bai took the sentence, then gently tapped his coffee cup with a spoon. This cup of coffee did not drink at all, even if it was a coffee cup and a candy bar. Authentic, but can not hide this is the essence of a cup of instant coffee, it is clear that this clear bar is not as pure as imagined.

"I am going to go in Ming, I feel that I haven't relaxed for a long time, then I have to go in again." The fat man is very sentimental. "I don't know when it is a head."

Su Bai continued to add sugar to his coffee, although he did not intend to drink.

"What about you?" The fat man asked Su Bai to ask if he was not responding.

"I am happy in it." Su Bai replied.

"I also think of mental illness, so I have the subjective initiative to enter the world of the story." Fat man snarled.

"You asked me to come out today to talk about the nervousness of these soul chicken soup to comfort you into the world of the story tomorrow?" Su Bai's spoon gently tapped the coffee cup, matching the tone of the new clothes.

"I don't know many people in Shanghai. Before I entered the world of the story, I used to find someone to come out and relax myself." The fat man smiled. "But it seems that you don't like to clear it."

"I am not so literary," Su Bai said.

"But you look very literary, handsome face, high cold temperament, will play the piano, hey, you can eat more fragrant than I am in this place, generally clear this place is hooked up frustrated young woman and Huaichun little girl Holy land."

Su Bai took a deep breath and reached out to signal the waiter to come to the checkout.

"Let's sit down again." The fat man was a little dissatisfied. Now, he hasn't played enough.

"Then you play slowly." Su Bai put the cash on the table, and he walked out of the clear bar, took out a cigarette, and squatted in his mouth, and the fat man followed him.

"You are really defeated." The fat man complained.

Su Bai spit out a cigarette ring and nodded. "Are you going back to the hotel?"

"Where are you going?" asked the fat man.

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

"Is it an audience?"

"No, it's an ordinary person."

“Where are you going to see?”

"The Prince Building."

"Come on, go together, anyway, I used to adjust my mental state today." Fat people seem to be very indifferent, each listener has his own set of relaxation adjustment before entering the story world, for Su Bai, he The way to adjust is to accompany the little guy to watch TV and play with toys.

Su Bai drove the car out, and the fat man on the side saw the car. Some of them surprised him and dragged his chin: "Hey, are you so okay? Really replaced Lamborghini with Poussin."

"Get on the bus, this car is still sent by a friend, or I have to ride a battery car today." Su Bai waved at the fat man.

The fat man got into the car, and this obvious second-hand Poussin made the fat man look uncomfortable.

"What kind of car is actually the same, anyway, if you die, you will burn a paper car at most."

"When did you have this kind of thinking?" The fat man groaned. "You can contact the monk to shave you."

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

"It's so hot." After the fat man got out of the car, he began to fan the wind with his hands. "Your friend is here to open the company?"

"Almost, I have a studio."

"Studio? Do you still play games or games?"

"Relieving stress, physical therapist." Su Bai deliberately vaguely resigned.

"Rely, this can be, fat man just enters the story world tomorrow, need to relax."

Su Bai’s mouth showed a meaningful smile, then nodded. “Yes, I will pay you.”

"Hey, you don't have any money, you still have to spend a lot of money."

"Life doesn't bring things that you don't bring with you. It's enough."

"Oh, it’s not the same as the local tyrants. It’s not the same to open a Poussin."

Su Bai smiled, then walked into the elevator, and the fat man came in immediately.

The elevator began to rise and the fat man began to prepare for the exercise.

"What?" asked Su Bai.

"To do a massage, of course, you have to loosen your muscles first."

"Well, very experienced."

"Of course, hehe."

When I arrived at the floor, Su Bai walked out and came to Ying Ying's office door. Su Bai saw the sign on the door hanging. It seems that Ying Yinger has started working again.

After entering, Su Bai saw Ying Yinger wearing a white dress sitting at the back of the desk and writing and painting. The skin color was too white, it should not be the effect of cosmetics, but the weakness of her own caused no blood. It used to be smooth. It seems that Ying Ying’s body is still not very good. This woman is really desperate for “career”.

Ying Yinger saw someone coming, looked up and immediately stood up enthusiastically: "Su Shao, I am very happy to see you again."

The fat man standing behind Su Bai also saw the appearance of Ying Yinger, and immediately showed the appearance of a pig brother. Obviously, the fat man was very satisfied with Ying Yinger’s appearance, thinking that if he could be like this before entering the story world. It’s a shame that the woman’s woman came to have a massage. It’s a pity that the fat man feels a little pity. The fool knows that this woman’s look at Su Bai’s eyes is a bit different, so the negative distance physical contact It is impossible.

If Su Bai knows the idea of ​​a fat man at this time, it is estimated that he will not be able to smile. The curtain in the office has not been opened yet. The instruments are still hidden inside. To be honest, Su Bai originally did not intend to bring this. The fat man came here, but this fat man wants to come over and experience it once, and Su Bai really looks forward to it.

"Your friend? Don't introduce it?" Ying Yinger looked at the fat man standing behind Su Bai, a blessing.

This etiquette is very classical. It shows a very special kind of temperament in Ying Yinger's body.

Su Bai touched his nose tip silently. "Just call him a fat man. People are very good. Fat man, this is Ying Yinger, professional."

"Professional?" The fat man repeated and smiled. "I like it."

"You can still go to work now?" Su Bai looked at Ying Yinger. "Don't be stubborn."

"Nothing, I don't wear that kind of uniform, but there is just a kimono, suitable for my own wear." Ying Yinger smiled slightly.

Su Bai understood it and reached for a shot on Ying Ying's shoulder. "You're welcome."

"I am professional." Ying Yinger responded.

At this time, Su Bai’s mobile phone suddenly rang, and it was the phone of the monk.

"I am going to take a call outside, you can relax and relax with my friends first."

After that, Su Bai took the phone out of the office and handed it off the office door.

Going to the window by the corridor, Su Bai pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Su Bai."

The voice of the monk is still so harmonious.

Sometimes Su Bai even thinks that the monk is very suitable to be a network anchor. When the rest of the time is not done, he silently chanted the "Amitabha" in front of the camera. It is estimated that the popularity will be better than those who are breast-sucking. The anchor popularity is many times higher.

"What's the matter." Su Bai asked, and at the same time, Su Bai's heart is already ready. The monk may ask the thought preparation of the painting.

"The poor will come to Shanghai tomorrow, attend a religious and cultural conference, and may come to disturb you."

"Nothing, you come to Shanghai, I am responsible for reception."

"Well, that's it, Amitabha."

"Amitabha." Su Bai hung up the phone.

Subsequently, Su Bai went to the office door and found that there was no movement inside. Some unexpected Su Bai gently pushed open the office door and went in. He did not believe that Ying Yinger was really giving massage to the fat man.

Sure enough, the fat hands were locked in the shackles, Ying Yinger has put on a feminine Hanfu, her dress and the surrounding environment have produced a huge contrast, giving people a more intense sensory stimulation.

It’s a woman like a fairy.

The fat man's head is covered with a plastic bag, and the body keeps shaking slightly. Under the professional level of Yingying, the fat man seems to have some more enjoyment.

At this time, Su Bai’s mobile phone suddenly pushed a news message, Su Bai opened it and looked at it, then looked up at the fat man who was enjoying the front:

"Fat, "Our ten years, have you seen it?"

The fat man shook his head.

"Do you know if Joe Ren Liang?"

The fat man shook his head again, apparently he was not interested in the entertainment industry.

"A very good actor and singer, committed suicide." Su Bai said with some sadness. "There are rumors on the Internet that he was bruised when he died and a plastic bag was placed on his head. These media are really unscrupulous and unconscionable. For the news hits, even a person who passed away will not let go, so arrange him.

I used to watch his movies and listen to his songs. A very good young man, hey, let the dead rest in peace. These media reporters who are rumored will definitely be retribution, and there is no bottom line. ”

The fat man heard the plastic bag, heard the bruises, and heard the death.

The whole body trembled and began to struggle desperately:

"Hey.........oh........."