I Don’t Want To Be Popular

　　 After the barbecue, there was thunder.

　　 Zhong Qing looked at the phone and said, "The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms, and the northeasterly wind is five to six."

　　 Chen Chuan looked at the busy traffic outside, and felt that this place was still lively, and compared with this place, his hometown was still of Tai Buddhism.

　　 At 11:40 in the night, thunder broke out in the sky above the magic city.

　　 The two walked outside the store and took a taxi.

　　 sat in the back row, dropped a little car window, and the cold wind and rain came in.

　　 Zhong Qing looked at the phone and whispered, "Hey, just after seeing the message my aunt left me, she left in the evening."

　　 "Where did you go?"

　　 "She is a tour guide, and she has gone abroad with a group. It will take a few more days for this trip to come back," she said.

　　 "Then do you have the key to the house?"

　　 "Yes." Zhong Qing checked the old white bag, found the key, and patted it.

　　 I don't know if it was because the man named Wang Zishang was forced to drink a glass of wine, Zhong Qing's cheeks were always red. She herself laughed and said, "I can't beat alcohol, and I feel a little dizzy. Let me lean on your shoulder?"

　　 "Yeah." Chen Chuan felt her leaning over, her long hair spreading in front of him, with a faint smell of shampoo.

The taxi stopped and went. Looking at the flashing neon lights outside, Chen Chuan also felt a little dizzy. After drinking some wine at MOKK at night, it was useless. [True Sober Pill] was relieved, slightly drunk The feeling filled my heart.

　　 At this time, blowing the wind from the Huangpu River, Chen Chuan thought of the old men of the two magic capitals, Chairman Teng and Song Suzhi.

　　 One is the guild president in the game. They knew each other because they went to the mountains to play and got stuck in the car.

　　 The other was when I bought a McLaren P1, I got acquainted, and took her to Die twice, because I was in a good mood and gave her a Tesla. That was a little girl who liked to wear sunglasses and hold a fan when she was dancing. If she was slapped in the face by President Teng who was guarding outside, she would have liked dancing.

　　 Because of this, President Chen Chuan and President Teng were in a fight in the game, and they played lively for more than half a month.

　　 In reality, I never contacted again.

　　 "What are you thinking about?" Zhong Qing asked.

　　 "Two friends."

　　 "Is it complicated?" Zhong Qing asked again.

　　 Chen Chuan smiled. The complexity is not complicated, but it is only for him. As for those two, he didn't know whether it was complicated or not. During this time, he had also received a long message from Song Suzhi. In summary, he was just asking him, when will he come to Shanghai again?

　　 The taxi arrived at Xiuyan Road, the neighborhood of Zhong Qing’s aunt’s house, and it was almost midnight.

　　 The winter thunder in the night sky was shaking, and there was already rain falling, hitting the roof of the car, making a crackling sound.

　　 The two got out of the car and ran into the community with their heads down. However, because Zhong Qing was wearing high heels, the speed was not fast and her body was soaked.

When 　　 ran downstairs to the unit, it was already pouring rain.

　　 Standing downstairs, hiding from the rain, Chen Chuan remembered how Qin Xiang had been hiding from the rain at the bottom of Tianyue No.1 before going abroad.

　　 "Why did I run with you... I shouldn't have to get off the car..." Chen Chuan suddenly realized this and said.

　　 Zhong Qing smiled: "Yes, why are you running downstairs to my house?"

　　 "Then you go upstairs, I'll take a taxi again." Chen Chuan said, he bent down to walk out.

　　 "Hey..." Zhong Qing gently pulled his sleeves and said, "The rain is so heavy now, don't catch a cold, or come up and wait for a while, and wait for the rain to get smaller."

　　 "Is it convenient?" Chen Chuan asked.

　　 Zhong Qing nodded.

　　 floor is the kind of husband's room without elevator.

　　 is on the fifth floor.

　　 Chen Chuan followed her upstairs to see her take out the key and open the door. This building looks old, but the decoration in the house is indeed very delicate and petty bourgeois, and even a little luxurious.

　　 "Classic and simple style, your aunt is so stylish." Chen Chuan said, looking at the small room.

　　 "A young literary girl, thirty-five years old, not married yet." Zhong Qing said.

　　 Chen Chuan smiled, and President Teng was even more fierce. These petty bourgeois women in Shanghai stock market are really incomprehensible.

　　 "There are hand brewed coffee, instant coffee, and tea, how about making a **** syrup?" Zhong Qing took off his high heels, put on slippers, and then took out a pair of disposable slippers and bent over and put them under Chen Chuan's feet.

　　 Chen Chuan put it on and said, "White water is fine. If you are afraid of catching a cold, you can cook some **** water yourself."

　　 "I'm fine, I'm in good health, I can't catch a cold once in a few years." Zhong Qing said.

　　Because there is no heating in the Shanghai stock market and it is cold in winter, Zhong Qing turned on the air conditioner and said: "I'll take a shot, you sit by yourself."

　　 Then, there was a splash of water from the bathroom.

　　 Chen Chuan feels that it doesn’t taste so right, is it because I’m so worried? What is this girl doing...

　　 He was sitting on the sofa, listening to the sound of taking a bath, hesitating whether to leave or not?

　　 It didn’t take long for the person in the shower to take a shower, and it was over. When she came out, she said, “Oh, no yukata you wear.”

Chen Chuan stood up and looked at Zhong Qing, who was wiping her hair in a white bathrobe. She had completely removed her makeup, but she looked beautiful, with soft and white skin, long wavy hair, long eyelashes, big eyes, and a small cherry mouth. The chin looks fresh and natural, and the youthful breath of 21 years old is full. She is tall, barefoot and 173 centimeters long, and a pair of slender white legs are looming under the bathrobe.

　　 Chen Chuan said: "I don't wash, so I don't need to change my clothes."

　　 "It's so uncomfortable to get wet without washing off by rain," she said.

　　 "It's okay, just leave in a while."

　　 "Oh." She wiped her hair, went to pour out the boiled white water, and poured two glasses.

　　 The two of them were sitting on the sofa drinking water while holding water glasses.

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

　　 "Do you know how to sing? Sing a song?" Chen Chuan said casually.

　　 Zhong Qing's face flushed suddenly, and she opened her mouth and said, "Sing, sing? What kind of singing? I haven't sung."

　　 "Have you ever sung?" Chen Chuan felt strange, and there were others who hadn't even sung a song.

　　 "You mean normal singing?" Zhong Qing said suddenly.

　　 "Um...what else..."

　　 Chen Chuan sat beside her, glanced at her casually, and saw under the bathrobe that was bent while sitting.

　　 Chen Chuan lowered his head and took a sip of water.

　　 "Well, it's boring anyway, why don't you play the game of King Glory?" Zhong Qing suddenly suggested.

　　 "Okay, Zhao Yun, my jungler, is very good. I can brush the wild head and brush for two hours." Chen Chuan said.

　　 "Ah~www.ltnovel.com~ Then you have to take me, I just heard people say that I haven't played a game yet, and I don't even have a number." Zhong Qing said.

　　 "Such a new newbie? All right, I'll be patient and teach you hands-on. You can choose a mid lane output or a bottom lane assist according to your own situation." Chen Chuan said.

　　 Amidst the waves of winter thunder outside, the two of them taught each to learn to stumbling and playing games.

　　 Chen Chuan is an old Zhao Yun after all, a silver gun flying up and down, the voice of the super **** is endless.

　　 Taking advantage of another super-sweet time, Chen Chuan called Lu Feilu and asked her to bring a new set of clothes from her suitcase in the hotel and tell her the address here.

　　 Lu Feilu happily agreed.

　　 She and Xun Xue Xiaoying slept in a hotel suite.

　　 The two asked: "What's the matter, where are you going at two in the middle of the night?"

　　 "Send clothes to Dong Chen."

　　 "Huh? Where is he?" The two were puzzled.

　　 "Playing games outside should be, I have heard supernatural movements." Lu Feilu envied.

　　 "Let's go together, it's so late."

　　 "It's okay, I can hit twenty each, what's the fear." Lu Feilu carried her bag, went to Chen Chuan's room, took a set of clothes and a Philippine rattan stick with a diameter of 2 cm and a length of 60 cm.

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