Chapter 9: Amphetamine 09

Four o'clock in the morning. The noise has already dispersed.
The young students who had been carnival at night had already returned home, and the barbecue stalls had collected the stalls at two in the morning, leaving a mess. There is only one pair of customers left in the mutton.
The store's lights were turned off, and the night shift waiter swept to the ground. He saw him set up Ye Qiao to go and said, "Come back next time."
Zhou Yanshen put her in the back seat of the car, and when she started, she rolled down.
Had to stop again, hold the person to the passenger seat, and firmly hold the seat belt for her. Ye Qiao’s neck was soft and he was kneeling on his arm.
The woman's face was hot because of drunkenness, soft and tender, and gently rubbed inside his arm.
The eyelashes are gently brushed over, I don't know how itchy.
Zhou Yan deeply stepped on the gas pedal and wanted to go back to the hotel. After thinking about it or giving up, in the direction of the community, I drove through a movie poster she starred.
The guards on duty were asleep, and they clicked on the horn to say, "Oh, Mr. Zhou, how late?"
I saw the soft leaf Joe in the front passenger seat and lived in the mouth again.
Zhou Yan was deeply gloomy and took her from the car all the way to the elevator, holding her to brush the door and pressing the floor.
This woman is as light as a woman.
Ye Qiao was as soft as an inflatable doll, lying on his shoulder, and suddenly whispered in a deep dream.
Zhou Wei looked at the rising floor figures and gently "Hmm?"
Ye Qiao glared at him and licked a lipstick on his shirt collar. His expression was as good as a kiss: "You help her."
"what?"
"You still help her."
Zhou Yanshen heard that she was dreaming and teasing her: "Who is there?"
"You guys help... just don't help me. You never help me, saying that I am my own."
She whispered a bunch, he could only listen to it, put a finger on her chin and carelessly fiddle, like a cat: "Who am I?"
"Well... Gu Jin..." Ye Qiao frowned.
Oh, call Gu Jin. Very familiar.
Her expression was suddenly serious and her tone was solemn. She said to him: "I am not my own person in the future."
He thought she was awake for a moment. However, she finished, suddenly satisfied, fell to his shoulder, fell asleep.
The number of elevator levels jumps to 23. Zhou Yan’s deep-bent arm patted her head and said,
It’s here.

When the elevator door opened, he had not had time to go to Ye Qiao's home, and he was shouted: "Zhou Yushen."
The voice-activated lights illuminate. The orange light illuminates and the woman in a professional suit is caged.
Liang Shuming’s voice is as always, exquisite and elegant. She only expresses her anger with an accelerated speed:
What do you promise me? Why don’t you call you?

"no power."
"Oh. Who can you lie to?" When I came back so drunk, I still have a woman. Look, what do you look like now!"
Zhou Yishen took Ye Qiao and leaned over to find a broken puppet at the door of 2301. The doll's mouth was cut open, and the cotton wool inside was dyed red and twisted into a strip like a blush animal intestine. He picked it up and smashed it into a beam: "Sister."
"Get away!" Liang Shuo turned his face in disgust. Who pranks put this on the doorstep?
Zhou Xiaoshen threw away the puppet and turned a deaf ear. She was screamed by her: "You stand for me!"
His index finger and thumb are more than an arrow, pointing to the next leaf Joe: "Next door. Friendship shuttle." He also raised his mouth and smiled, "Don't sleep, rest assured."
Liang Shuwen smelled him with a drink, picked up the delicately repaired eyebrows, and watched as he took the person down and poured it down, as if deliberately delaying her time.
Finally, he quickly and quickly pressed six numbers on the 2301 lock - "嘀".
The door opened.
Like the sound of a lie.
Also said that I have not slept!
Liang Shuo felt that this sentence was too difficult to say, and his face stood at the door of 2302.
Zhou Yanshen was very generous and held people into the 2301, and could not even come out.
She followed in a desperate manner.
The door to the door is the same as the 2302, which she should have been most familiar with.
However, this undecorated room was opened by the hostess to the study room and the living room, and it became a general presence in the auditorium. The dark curtains were pulled tightly, and the ceiling lights shot the white light. A brown leather sofa was placed in the center, and a 108-inch LCD TV screen was embedded in the wall, connected to a ps4.
The stepped wooden ledge is full of game discs, and if she looks closely, she will find all the horror and suspense.
She looked around for a week and said: "Which is like a normal girl? Some people give her a threatening toy. What does she do?"
Zhou Weishen sent her to the hospital and always met in the hallway. It was also the first time to enter the house. I didn’t think it was: "Actor."
Liang Shuming noticed that the huge girl's naked back oil painting on the living room wall looks like this woman. The painting of the oil painting is - a certain month of a certain year, the "sleeping wind" crew gave.
That is Lai, because of the satisfaction of love, Ye Qiao’s performance, looking for someone to change the stills into oil paintings.
Liang Shuo faintly recognized Ye Qiao, can not believe: "She is Xu Wei's daughter?" The most secret and dark part of the memory is linked by this name, her tone is shaking, "You even touched her! Zhou Yishen ,Are you crazy?"
"Do you see me touching it?" Zhou Yanshen was still a smile on the skin. He didn't know what he was planning, and he took people to her trampoline. "Come and help."
She was immersed in her own speculation and turned a deaf ear: "You asked me to check the name of Xu Wei's daughter a few days ago, just because of her?"
"Yes." Zhou Wei deep helped Ye Qiao to remove the dark clip on her head, and pulled one without pulling it down and pulling her hair loose. He simply clipped it back and asked Liang Shu: "Will the clothes take off?"
Liang Shuo ignored him and blocked him at the door of the bedroom: "Zhou Yushen, you can tell me now, what are you doing with her?"
"Nothing."
"You love to lie when you are young. You still grow up like this! You know all the passwords of her family. You told me nothing?" Liang Shuo rushed from the hotel to his house tonight, but he did not find someone at the door, and waited until the early morning at his doorstep. The four angers are all vented. "Dad is very important to you. How did you repay him? In the past few years, when you were two years old, you are now twenty-seven! My classmates got married early this time. Have children, be fathers!"
"I got a son to repay him?" Zhou Xiaoshen put down Ye Qiao, suddenly relaxed, smiled and said, "easy."
Liang Shuming was finally completely irritated: "How to say it!"
Liang Shuming mentioned the voice to the loudness he had never heard before: "I shouldn’t let you go to the army at the beginning! I didn’t get over the mind, I was dyed with a warrior! When did you say that you want to let go of the waves? It’s not the same year...

- Hey.
Zhou Yushen used the index finger of the ring to make a gesture of snoring on his lips.
He took out the cross with one hand and kissed her and said to him: "For God's sake, don't quarrel at my neighbor's house, Amen, my sister."
Liang Shuming was a devout Catholic believer, and her cultivation made her not allow her anger to break out again and again. It really calmed down.
She took a few deep breaths and asked her calmly: "The next month is the most important auction this year. Do you know that I have come to the city at this time, how much work is it? You are the only one in the family. Boys, don't know to share a little for me! Ferra is what you look at, not a family business on your head for no reason, you have no feelings?"
She said and said, the tone turned from anger to grievances. In the eyes of the outside world, Liang Shu, who runs the auction house, like the Chinese version of the female devil wearing prada, no one knows that she is an unreasonable little woman in front of her family.
Liang Shuming’s voice is dumb:
I’m going to make a list of auctions next week. My aunt said that your vision is the most poisonous, I hope you can come.

No matter how hard she works, the most talented and talented person in the eyes of elders and outsiders is still him, but he never cares.
Just like she was told from an early age, her surname Liang is from the mother's family. The name of Zhou, to be left to her unborn brother.
At that time, she was only four years old, and the world was strange to her. She clearly felt that she was born and lost a lot of him. Even if she tried hard to run, she ran to the distance he couldn't catch up. In fact, she only found that there was no one behind her. Because he didn't have to catch up, he was born at the top.
Even on him, there are so many stains.
He is still the pride of the entire family.
The sky is getting brighter.
The sunrise is just around the corner, like the beginning of all hope. However, when it was closest to the sunrise in the morning, it had the coolest temperature of the day.
Zhou Xiaoshen hooked his eldest sister who was over 30 years old but still alone into his arms, took out his mobile phone and pressed the power button.
The pattern on the screen that says "The battery is low, please charge" is on the front of her.
"See clearly?"
She actually married him. Liang Shuo was speechless, but still awkward. He asked, "I am jealous of you. What about the auction, can't help?"
He took a breath: "Help."
She pushed him away and turned into a neat and sloppy negotiator on the negotiating table: "Okay, you go out. I will help you with this 'neighbor'. You can't sleep anymore, your sister, I am from the plane. I got up and down the horse and didn't close my eyes for a minute."
Zhou Yishen opened his arms: "I am also very good here."
"Get out." She was angry and stared at the man's eyes with no deterrent power. He yelled at him: "Little white-eyed wolf, nothing else to learn, there is a set for the next."
Zhou Yanshen was driven out by her, went to the empty living room of Ye Qiao, and lay down on the sofa with white miserable lights on her head.
It feels like the center of the dark, boundless sea, lying on a driftwood.
He dialed a number from Ye Qiao's mobile phone. The busy tone lasts for one minute, no one answers, and the phone automatically hangs up. He closed his eyes and his eyes were still white. how many years? Desa is very old.