Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 77: The fat guy wants to serve!

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

A long, long time ago, you left me to soar into the sky.

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

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

The fat man was sipping a cocktail while gently tapping the table with his palm, pacing to the music.

Su Bai leaned back with his hands and just lay on the chair lazily.

After the song was over, the fat man opened his eyes, with a touch of melancholy and sadness.

"He sings really well." The fat man exclaimed.

"Unfortunately, I imitated an outdated singer." Su Bai said.

"You don't understand art." The fat man raised his **** to Su Bai to show his contempt for Su Bai's profanity.

"I know life." Su Bai took this sentence, and then gently tapped his coffee cup with a spoon. Su Bai didn't drink this cup of coffee, even the coffee cup and sugar cubes. It looks very authentic, but it can't hide the essence of this cup of instant coffee. Obviously, this restaurant is not as pure as imagined.

"Tomorrow, I will go in. I don’t feel relaxed for a long time, so I’m going in again." The fat man looked very sentimental, "I don't know when I am tall."

Su Bai continued to add sugar to his coffee, although he didn't plan to drink it.

"What about you?" The fat man asked when he saw that Su Bai did not respond.

"I enjoy it." Su Bai replied.

"I also want to get mentally ill, so that I have the subjective initiative to enter the story world." Fatty teased.

"You asked me out today to talk about these soul chicken soup to comfort you the nervousness of entering the story world tomorrow?" Su Bai's spoon tapped the coffee cup lightly, adjusting the beat with the new tune.

"I don't know many people in Shanghai. Before entering the story world, I used to find someone to come out and chat and relax." The fat man smiled, "but you don't seem to like to clear it."

"I'm not that literary." Su Bai said.

"But you look very literary, handsome face, high-cold temperament, and you can play the piano. Tsk tsk, you are more popular in this kind of place than me. Generally, this kind of place is to hook up frustrated young women and The holy place for the little girls in Huaichun."

Su Bai took a deep breath and stretched out his hand for the waiter to come over and check out.

"Sit down for a while." The fat man said a little dissatisfied. Now, he hasn't played enough.

"Then you play slowly." Su Bai put the cash on the table, walked out of the clear bar by himself, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and then the fat man came out with him.

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

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

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

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

"Are you the audience?"

"No, it's an ordinary person."

"Where are you going to see?"

"Prince Building."

"Come on, let's go chanting. Anyway, I used to adjust my mental state today." The fat man seemed to be very indifferent. Before entering the story world, every listener had his own set of relaxation and adjustment methods. For Su Bailai Said that his adjustment method 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 and dragged his chin in surprise: "Fuck, do you want to be so awesome? Really replaced Lamborghini with Poussin."

"Get in the car, this car is still a gift from a friend, otherwise I have to ride a battery car out today." Su Bai beckoned to the fat man.

Fatty got in the car. This obviously second-hand Poussin made Fatty look very uncomfortable.

"Every car is actually the same. Anyway, if you die, at most I will burn a paper car for you."

"When did you have this kind of thinking and enlightenment?" The fat man murmured, "I can contact the monk to shave you."

Su Bai did not speak, but 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 getting out of the car, the fat man started to fan the wind with his hands, "Your friend started a company here?"

"Almost, I started a studio."

"Studio? Do you do animation or games?"

"Relieve stress, physical therapist." Su Bai said vaguely on purpose.

"Damn, this is okay. Fatty will enter the story world tomorrow and needs to relax."

Su Bai showed a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, then nodded, "Yes, I will pay for you."

"Tsk tusk tusk, aren't you out of money, you still spend so much money."

"Birth does not bring the things that death does not bring, as long as it is enough."

"Tsk tusk tusk, you deserve to be a desperate local tyrant, and Poussin speaks with different confidence."

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 do preparatory exercises.

"What are you doing?" Su Bai asked.

"You have to massage, of course, you have to loosen your muscles and bones first."

"Well, very experienced."

"Of course, hehe."

Waiting on the floor, Su Bai walked out, and when she came to Ying Ying'er's office door, Su Bai saw the open sign hanging on the door, and it seemed Ying Ying'er had restarted work.

After walking in, Su Bai saw Ying Ying'er wearing a white dress sitting behind her desk writing and drawing. Her skin tone was a bit too white, it should not be the effect of cosmetics, but her own weakness. Qi and blood are not smooth before, and it seems that Ying Ying'er's body is indeed not well. This woman is really desperate for her "career".

When Ying Ying'er saw someone coming, she raised her head and stood up enthusiastically: "Shao Shao, I am glad to see you again."

The fat man standing behind Su Bai also saw Ying Ying'er's appearance, and immediately showed the appearance of Brother Pig. Obviously, the fat man was very satisfied with Ying Ying'er's appearance, thinking if he could enter the story world It’s a pleasure to be massaged by a woman like this before. It’s a pity that the fat man feels a little sorry. The idiot also knows that this woman looks a bit different when looking at Su Bai, so that kind of imaginative negative Physical contact is impossible anymore.

If Su Bai knew the fat man’s thoughts at this time, he would probably laugh out of his face. The curtain in the office has not been opened yet, and the s,, and m appliances are still hidden inside. To be honest, Su Bai hadn't planned to bring this fat man here, but this fat man wanted to come and experience it once, so Su Bai was really looking forward to it.

"Your friend? Don't you introduce me?" Ying Ying'er looked at the fat man standing behind Su Bai, slightly blessed.

This etiquette is very classic, and it reveals a very special ladylike temperament on Ying Ying'er.

Su Bai touched the tip of his nose silently, "Just call him fat, he's very nice. Fatty, this is Ying Ying'er, professional."

"Professional?" The fat man repeated, then he smiled, "I like it."

"You can still go to work now?" Su Bai looked at Ying Ying'er, "Don't force it."

"It's okay, I don't wear that kind of uniform, but I happen to have a kimono suitable for myself now." Ying Ying'er smiled slyly.

Su Bai understood, reached out and patted Ying Ying'er's fragrant shoulder, "You are welcome."

"I am professional." Ying Yinger responded.

At this time, Su Bai's cell phone rang suddenly, it was the monk's phone.

"I'll go outside to answer the phone, you can help my friend relax first."

After speaking, Su Bai walked out of the office with the phone, and closed the office door smoothly.

Walking to the window in the corridor, Su Bai pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Su Bai."

The monk's voice is still so upright and peaceful.

Sometimes Su Bai even thinks that the monk is very suitable to be a webcaster, and he does not do the rest at any time, so he silently chants "Amitabha Buddha" to the camera. It is estimated that his popularity will be more revealing The female anchors of milk are many times more popular.

"What's the matter?" Su Bai asked. At the same time, Su Bai was ready for the monk to ask about the painting.

"The poor monk will come to Shanghai tomorrow to attend a religious and cultural conference. At that time, he may come to disturb you."

"It's okay, you come to Shanghai and I will be responsible for the reception."

"Well, that's it, Amitabha."

"Amitabha~IndoMTL.com~Su Bai hung up the phone.

Subsequently, Su Bai walked to the office door and found that there was no movement inside. Su Bai slightly opened the office door and walked in. He didn't believe Ying Ying'er was really giving the fat man Do a massage.

Sure enough, the fat man's hands were locked in the shackles, Ying Ying'er has changed into a soft Hanfu, her dress has a huge contrast with the surrounding environment, giving people a stronger sensory stimulation .

Really a woman like a fairy.

Fatty has a plastic bag on his head, and his body keeps shaking slightly. With Ying Ying'er's professional level of progress, Fatty seems to enjoy it a little bit. Sexual suffocation is indeed a kind of intoxication. Enjoyment.

At this moment, Su Bai’s mobile phone suddenly pushed a news message, Su Bai turned on it and looked at it, then raised his head and said to the fat man who was enjoying ahead:

"Fatty, have you watched "Our Ten Years"?"

The fat man shook his head.

"Qiao Renliang, do you know?"

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

"A very good actor and singer committed suicide." Su Bai said sadly. "There are rumors on the Internet that he had bruises on his body and a plastic bag on his head when he died. These media, there is really nothing I have no conscience, and even a deceased person is not let go for the news hits, so I arrange him like this.

I’ve seen his movies and heard his songs before. It’s a pretty good young man. Alas, may the deceased rest in peace. The media reporters who spread the rumors will definitely get retribution. No. "

The fat man heard the plastic bag, he heard the bruise, he heard death,

The whole body trembled, and immediately began to struggle desperately:

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