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Zhang Xiaojian and Wang Wan'er sat on the edge of the river and drank a lot of wine in a cool breeze, and they talked a lot.

This was the first time he knew her alone, and it was the first time she heard Zhang Xiaojian tell many stories.

After drinking the last can of wine, Zhang Xiaojian called a car and wanted to send Wang Wan'er home, but she smiled and took a photo of the license plate and sent a WeChat message to Zhang Xiaojian, and got into the car alone.

Wang Wan'er was sent away, and another driver was asked to return to the small villa. Zhang Xiaojian was lying on the soft bed and felt a little awake.

Not because of the effects of alcohol.

Just because of some emotional things that ordinary people will bother.

Reality is not always a drama. The male lead can always be a wood in a drama, never perceiving the care and kindness of the female character, but Zhang Xiaojian clearly felt Wang Waner's meaning.

And the reason why he feels annoyed is because it seems that he has no intention of falling in love.

At least during this period of time, he couldn't take Wang Wan'er's little hand immediately after all, and open a room directly in a hotel like a rich man in a modern city.

Of course, if he did, maybe Wang Waner would look down on him very much.

Wang Wan'er, who returned to the city and sat in the taxi, looked at the scenery outside the window, her small face was flushed like an apple, and the corners of her mouth could not be restrained upturned.

She found that she liked Zhang Xiaojian more and more.

This feeling turned out to be so good.

She could clearly feel her heartbeat, and she could also clearly see the original scenery of Jiangcheng, which seemed much better.

Back in the apartment rented with Su Yu and kicked off her high heels, she saw Su Yu sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Su Yu turned his head at this time and was a mask of Peking Opera facial makeup, and asked, "Drinking?"

"Ok."

"Who did you drink with?"

"Zhang Xiaojian."

Su Yu sat up straight and said, "You two drank it alone?"

"Yes."

"Good progress."

Wang Wan'er smiled sweetly: "Hehe."

"No, you wouldn't have been?"

"No, that's so fast."

"Then why are you laughing like this? Now you go to the bathroom and look at your face, it's not so brilliant anymore."

"Have it?"

Su Yu nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Wang Wan'er put on her slippers, sat next to Su Yu and suddenly asked, "Do you remember, I bought silicone pads before?"

Su Yu had a question mark on her face: "Remember to go here?"

Wang Wan'er slipped into her room and turned over.

Su Yuyi in pajamas was on the door frame and asked, "No, why are you looking for this thing?"

"What are you talking about? Of course it's used to cushion."

Su Yu smiled and said, "You also have an A on the mat, so it's uncomfortable."

Wang Wan'er looked angrily: "You only have A on the mat."

Su Yu looked at her like this, it is not difficult to guess what happened before, and asked, "What's the matter? Zhang Xiaojian thinks you are young?"

Wang Wan'er: "...you are young, you are the youngest."

"Wait a minute, didn't you say that nothing happened to you?"

Su Yu came to Wang Xiaowan's side, Jin raised her nose and sniffed carefully.

"Help find, what to smell?"

"The smell of shampoo is right, you didn't go to the hotel, how did you say this?"

Wang Wan'er: "Is this lady such a casual person?"

Su Yu stood straight and criticized with a serious face: "Wang Wan'er, you also know that you are not a casual person. Have you forgotten what you said when you talked about love with me?"

Wang Wan'er said "Ah", she really forgot: "What did I say?"

Su Yu said earnestly: "Women keep making changes in order to please the other half.

Wang Wan'er waved her hand: "It was all on paper at the time, so you just treat me as a fart."

Su Yu was stupid, watching Wang Wan'er turning over for several minutes and finally found out the pair of absolutely airtight silicone cushions, she had to say with emotion: "Sure enough, women who fall in love are stupid X..."

Wang Wan'er made two gestures on the silicone pad and replied: "A person is not stupid X several times in this life. Isn't it a waste of life?"

Su Yu: "..., well, you make sense in any way."

Wang Wan'er smiled and said: "How do you use this stuff? Is it just stuffed inside?" Then, she picked up the silicone pad to...

Su Yu had no choice but to help.

Within two minutes, after filling up, Su Yu laughed and said, "It's still A, do you want to buy a pair that can turn into E?"

Wang Wan'er's eyes lit up: "E is too much, just C."

Su Yu stretched out a leg and kicked Wang Wan'er: "Degenerate, too degenerate!"

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Wang Waner fell at home, while Zhang Xiaojian was studying how to improve her singing skills.

There are also sub-options in singing skills, which are divided into five types: bass, midrange, treble, transpose, and false tone.

Zhang Xiaojian thought that he had six skill books in his hands, and he would be able to reinvent him tomorrow. At this point, the six skill books didn't seem to be very useful.

Then it is better to add all of them to the sub-options, what should you choose?

bass?It doesn't seem to be very good. Singing bass in a noisy place like a bar is too bad.

Alto?What is the midrange... Zhang Xiaojian wondered for a long time, as if in his cognition, the difference between bass and midrange did not seem to be much.

High pitch, just choose high pitch.

Tomorrow Lao Tzu is about to make a complete song "Love When I Die", or Vitas' "Opera no.2", although I don't know Russian...

Add all five skill books to the treble, and the treble value is 100 full.

There is one skill book left. Zhang Xiaojian casually added the bass to 20.

Then he sneaked out of the small villa like a thief so as not to disturb the second aunt's sleep.

The small villa is backed by a beautiful man-made mountain, and the distance between the villa and the villa here is extremely far, which should not disturb others.

Zhang Xiaojian cleared his throat at Qingshan first, and began to shout: "You must love when you die..."

After a brief try, Zhang Xiaojian felt a little bit.

Moreover, with this high pitch, he felt as if he had found a way to resonate in the back of his head. Although the singing was still a bit jerky, the singing was high enough, and it sounded pretty good.

So he tried to sing again: "You will love you when you die, and you will not be full of love..."

Some were intoxicated by his own singing, Zhang Xiaojian was full of confidence after the audition, and when he let go of singing, he sang in a decent way, which should far exceed the treble level of KTV Maiba.

Like getting a fresh toy, Zhang Xiaojian kept singing and singing until he died.

The singing went into the barren mountains, and the echo was excellent.

But at some point, a person appeared not far away from Zhang Xiaojian, dressed in a white dress with a dishevelled hair and a wine bottle in his hand.

Zhang Xiaojian felt someone beside him, and at first glance, he scared himself in a cold sweat.

The man laughed, took a sip of his drink and said, "Young man, I just want to ask you a question. You are dead, how can you still love?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." This question is indeed fine.