Chapter 1295: The sorrow of the big star

Causeway Bay, a street full of bars and di bars. When night comes, there are people coming out looking for relaxation and excitement.
Don't look at the stock market and property market plummeting of Xiangjiang, the business here has not decreased at all.
Before Lan Kwai Fong did not rise, Xiangjiang ’s bar entertainment was scattered, but most of it was still in the Yau Tsim Mong area.
The city culture here is relatively strong, and it is also the place where the middle and lower class people of Xiangjiang live. Naturally, there will be more entertainment.
If you cross the sea, Hong Kong Island is generally rich or foreigners, but there is no excitement here.
The business of bars and dibars is naturally not the same for every house.
There is one of the best, called "SUMA". Before eight o'clock, there are already queues outside.
Xiangjiang does not yet have the concept of inch, inch and gold. It has more than 1,000 square meters in it, and the private rooms occupy a small half, and most of the rest are open.
The middle 500 square meters is full of people.
The ground is full of the latest imported steel plates, which are constantly shaking, making people twist more and more with the music, and they are also more hi.
Both men and women turned their heads and shook their heads, waving youthful sweat and enthusiasm.
The newly arrived seven or eight young people, after ordering drinks and finding a place to sit down, began to look into the dance floor, wanting to see what prey is worth starting.
"Why, there's no one around that woman ... why is there no one around?" After only a few glances, a young man with yellow hair pointed to the side in surprise.
Everyone took a look in his hand. It was really like this, obviously there was no corner, but the woman who was not tall but wearing hot T-shirt shorts had an open space of more than one meter.
"Wow!"
Another young man with blond hair had better eyes, opened his eyes and said, "This ... look, does she look like Rong'er?"
"Which Rong'er? What's your new look?" A friend laughed beside him.
"My grass, Huang Rong! Guo Jing's Huang Rong! Do you think she looks like?" The blond young man couldn't help vomiting.
"The Legend of Condor Heroes" didn't end long, Qiao Huang Rong had already become Hong Kong's hottest beauty. Female, countless young people were obsessed with her, heard this, everyone stared at that one by one again Child woman watching.
"Hey, don't say it, it's a bit similar."
"Yeah, no matter, I will try it out immediately!"
"I will go too, in case I can get her, can I go to the house tonight?"
Several people are just about to leave, wanting to leave.
At this time, the waiter who was giving them the drink was talking, "Several, you still don't want to go."
"Why?"
Said a few people who stood up impatiently.
"Don't you wonder why Weng Meiling came, but no one dared to run to her to hook her up?" The waiter slowly put the beer lane.
"Really she !?"
Several people were strange, and one of them asked, "Does everyone like her too much? Can't bear to disturb the stars?"
"Certainly not."
The waiter put the beer, but instead of talking, he looked at them with a smile.
Everyone is often out to play, why don't you know what the waiter means.
Close to his yellow hair, reaching for a hundred-dollar bill, tucked into his pocket.
The waiter smiled with satisfaction, "Look at the corner on the right."
Several people looked at what he said, and looked at a pair of wonders. I saw the dense round table, which was originally full of people, but there were five tables very strange.
There is only one person in the middle table, holding a pen and a drawing board, writing what to draw.
The four tables around him, each seated two men, a total of eight people, all in a straight suit, with a straight face, hands on his knees, not moving at all.
This strange atmosphere makes these five tables incompatible with the surrounding environment, and no one dares to sit there.
"Isn't this a neuropathy?" The young man with blond hair muttered.
"If Jun Shao is a neuropathy, there will be no normal person in Xiangjiang." The waiter smiled.
"Jun Shao?" One person hasn't responded yet, "Which is the mouth?"
"Yin Jun, Jun Shao!" The waiter looked at him strangely, "Did you not see the few people around you, wearing the uniform of the Qilin Security Team?"
"Grass!"
Gold-haired young man could not help expressing his emotions.
Then he was very excited and danced and said: "I am a young fan! Iron fan! Unexpectedly, I saw a real person today !!"
"I understand!"
Compared with the overwhelming of his companions, the young man with yellow hair suddenly realized: "Rong'er was brought by Yin Jun! So no one dared to touch her!"
"You're right." The waiter continued with a smile. "She came half an hour ago. Several people recognized her and went to dance around her. If she wanted to move her feet, she was caught by the young man. Several bodyguards dragged out ... yes, one of them was still smashed by the buttstock, it was called a clean and neat! The people present were stunned!
Yao, who looked at the scene, didn't even dare to let go of his fart, so he had to help him to leave. Then our boss hurriedly reminded every new guest at the table not to mess with Miss Weng Meiling and let her play alone. Otherwise, not only will you be miserable after you get into trouble, we may not be able to drive it! "
Several people listened to this and shuddered.
How hard is the butt, but it was hit on the head, how does it feel?
No.
The key is not that the stock is hard, but that the handsome bodyguard is wearing the gun!
Who else in Nima dared to face him?
What kind of brother Yao Yao, don't kneel and apologize to Jun Shao, he can hold it!
Thought that if there was no reminder from the waiter, they would not know how to adjust the life and death. What would happen to Xiweng Meiling?
……
Weng Meiling also clearly noticed the difference in the surrounding atmosphere.
Although the surrounding area is very lively and I have a lot of fun, the group of people around me are actually hiding from me.
Please!
Although I don't like contacting these people, it's nice to have everyone dancing and dancing together!
As a result, there was no one person around me.
Even if they moved their footsteps, they also moved away, which is really depressed!
Even the dancers who lead the atmosphere on the stage, their eyes and themselves must be paused, and they seem to be scared.
There is no excitement, then it is not interesting.
Weng Meiling sighed, she no longer jumped, and turned and walked out.
Saw the little aunt's milk. When the milk left, all the way through, everyone squeezed out a passage, no one dared to contact Weng Meiling, so as not to be beaten by bodyguards later.
Quickly returned to Yin Jun's table. Weng Meiling picked up the beer he had left here and looked up and finished the remaining half of the bottle.
"Ah ... It's so cool!"
Weng Meiling put down the bottle, sat comfortably on the chair, and looked at Yin Jun, who was unresponsive, and felt a little depressed.
"Hey, I say big boss, are you so boring every day, is it interesting?" Weng Meiling reached out and poked Yin Jun, "I told you to accompany me to relax, but you moved the workbench here, are you worthy of me?" "
Yin Jun raised his head and looked at Weng Meiling, suddenly he was in a trance, overlapping her with another charming girl.
Such words, Sophie Marceau also told himself some time ago.
"I don't like hilarity." The teenager put down the drawing board in his hand, and there were several portraits on it. "Sister Ling, I think you are very happy to play alone. No one dared to eat your tofu just now." Now. "
Gave Yin Jun a white glance, Weng Meiling seemed to be a little thirsty, picked up Yin Jun's glass, took a sip, and then stared at him stunned.
Yin Jun naturally knew what she was thinking, "You don't have to drink when you come to the bar. It's like going to a meal and not necessarily eating. We can eat noodles."
"you……"
Weng Meiling couldn't help but gave Yin Jun a thumbs up, "If you don't act as a boss, if you talk about talk show, you can definitely eat."
"How are you feeling better now?" Yin Jun changed the subject.
"It's okay, but it's easy to think about it when you're idle." Weng Meiling admitted honestly.
This girl is sick.
Is not physical, but mental.
After Huang Rong was crazy hot, Weng Meiling was at a loss.
Everyone's pursuit is one aspect. She doesn't even know how to act in TV series or movies in the future.
Because she has no certainty, she can surpass Huang Rong's role.
The most proud of an actor is that he has created a classic character that others cannot forget.
On the other hand, the most painful thing for an actor is that he can only live in this role in his life.
Weng Meiling is obviously like this ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is even the case in her last life, so when her career is not going well, she encounters her boyfriend cheating again.
Yin Jun was in Qilin Satellite TV two days ago, and heard Xiao talk about Weng Meiling's question, so she asked her to come out and talk.
Unexpectedly, Weng Meiling made an appointment here, and Yin Jun could only accompany her.
People need to vent for a while when they are depressed, but it does not mean that venting can be good.
Is like falling out of love and drinking, although drinking can relieve worries, but after waking up, it is often more painful.
Weng Meiling's attitude towards Yin Jun is very casual, so she is very straightforward.
"Actually, things like depression are more because there is nothing to do, so I'm so busy." Yin Jun thought about it, stood up, and extended his hand, "Go, I will take you to a place, we go there Go shopping. "
"Where to go?" Weng Meiling put her obedient hand in Yin Jun's hand.
The two have no personal feelings, but they are more intimate than good friends.
Although Yin Jun called "Sister Ling", in the mind of Weng Meiling, Yin Jun was the elder brother.
"You will know when you go."
The teenager smiled and took the petite young lady and went out.

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