Chapter 76 Eating Beauty Tofu

If Zhang Ping hadn't noticed Lin Meilin's look, he would have been fooled by her tricks. Zhang Ping doesn't care about Lin Meilin's methods in his heart. If you want to play with each other, you can play. But you have to lay the way for me. Hey hey, you're wrong.

Zhang Ping is not a decent gentleman. Since the other party wants to borrow himself to stimulate Sun Haoyang, well, that's as you wish. So he secretly added some strength to his hands, and Lin Meilin's delicate body was closer, and the hand on his waist also moved down slightly, stroking Lin Meilin's towering buttocks.

Lin Meilin obviously found that Zhang Ping's movements were different. With the dim light, she blew into his ear and said in a greasy voice, "I can't see that you are so bad as a hero?"

Zhang Ping looked at her playfully, with a smile on his face: "Isn't this what you want? Look at Sun Haoyang, his eyes are about to be angry. Hey hey, I just love to eat beautiful tofu!"

Lin Meilin couldn't help looking over there. As Zhang Ping said, although Sun Haoyang was dancing with Tao Yuner in his arms, his eyes touched his side from time to time. He was a little proud, and he felt Zhang Ping's hot eyes spinning on his chest, and his pretty face blushed slightly. Eat and smile: "You playwd man, aren't you afraid of a fire on the back wall?"

Zhang Ping told her with a smile. Kexin was dancing happily and didn't have time to take care of him.

At the same time, this guy used the swing of the dance posture to force a hug, and the two bodies were close together, and then separated again. At the moment of sticking, Lin Meilin obviously felt that the other party's toughness happened to have a close contact with her shyness, and suddenly she was extremely shy.

Zhang Ping looked at her like this, and his heart was even more moved. The restless hand slid down, reached her buttocks, and gently pinched it. The elastic and slippery touch made Zhang Ping say, "Meili, your buttocks are really sexy."

Hearing what he said, Lin Meilin's face was even more rosy, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she had to whisper: "Zhang Ping, don't do this, you have a girlfriend." Originally, I wanted to use him to stimulate Sun Haoyang, but I didn't expect that this man was not a good man. I took the opportunity to eat her tofu, and I felt a little bit about him.

Seeing that she couldn't stand her own teasing, Zhang Ping didn't continue to play. He took her to the front of the seat. Both of them said they were tired and sat down safely.

Sitting next to Sun Meixiang, Zhang Ping saw that she didn't look good and joked, "Sun policewoman, why don't you dance with the handsome man?"

Sun Meixiang glanced at him, gritted her teeth and whispered, "Zhang Ping, your action just now is too much. Are you worthy of Kexin?"

Zhang Ping was stunned and immediately realized that he and Lin Meilin's little movements were carefully stared at by her, and then said disapprovingly, "Dance, it's not bad to let go." Seeing that she seemed to be angry, she quickly approached her face and whispered, "Well, in fact, Meilin borrowed me to stimulate Sun Haoyang. You stared at me so carefully, why didn't you understand?"

Sun Meixiang turned her head and ignored him. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "It's really shameless. Who likes to stare at you and be meticulous. Do you have flowers or gold?"

Zhang Ping peeked at Lin Meilin opposite the sofa. She seemed to be looking at the dance floor. She didn't pay much attention to them, so she moved closer to Sun Meixiang, gently touched Sun Meixiang's leg with her legs, and then said, "What's on me? Don't you know?"

Sun Meixiang was shocked by what he said, so she simply stood up and fled by going to the bathroom. Lin Meilin saw her leave and turned her head to face Zhang Ping and said, "Oak, Zhang Ping, I really don't see that your method of picking up girls is good. Looking at this, Sun Meixiang also has a good impression on you."

Zhang Ping smiled and continued to tease the other party: "No, I'm far worse than Meilin's fame."

Lin Meilin also knows that her gossip is more than one, but it can be regarded as Yan Ming. However, I know myself that most of them are just hype. In fact, there are not many men who can really eat her tofu.

Thinking of being taken advantage of by this man when he was dancing, he said angrily, "Zhang Ping, forget about eating my tofu just now. If you dare to do this next time, I won't forgive you and let Kexin punish you to kneel on the clothesline."

At this time, the light lit up, the dance music was over, and a party of people returned to their seats. Fang Kexin's ears were sharp. Hearing the last sentence, she asked curiously, "Who should kneel on the board?"

Sun Haoyang was just stimulated by the close contact between Zhang Ping and Lin Meilin. At this time, his words were obviously a little interesting: "Who else is there, Kexin? If Zhang Ping is flirting outside, of course you have to serve with a clothesline."

Tao Yuner didn't know what she ate wrong, but actually helped Sun Haoyang say, "Yes, Kexin, you should be careful. In my opinion, this Ping is the reincarnation of a prodigal son. I will be lucky in my life.

Kexin was skeptical and turned her head to look at Zhang Ping, saying, "Brother Ping, will you be like what they say?"

Zhang Ping then used urine to escape, which seems to have become a common trick to deal with Fang Kexin.

Escape from the noisy atmosphere in the hall, Zhang Ping swayed to a remote corner and sat down on the corridor. This is the place where the lover's dream in the back and the lover's tears in the front are at the intersection. There are not many people. Presumably the people in these two places also have their own love.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Zhang Ping felt something, and suddenly there was a trace of enlightenment. What is the true meaning of this life? A person's life is ups and downs, full of joys and sorrows. If you can make yourself happy all the time, it will be a very happy thing.

However, the real feeling of happiness is so ethereal and weak. Maybe it only takes a moment, and this happiness disappears like a dream like the moon in the water. So, is this kind of happiness what we are chasing? Obviously not.

The shredder of time mercilessly wipes out our past, present and future, and the rest is nothing that cannot be known. When a person knows that he is a limited existence - that is, when he realizes the inevitability of death, emptiness has taken root in his heart.

The French existentialist novelist Beauvoix's novel "People Always Die" is understood as follows: immortality is unbearable. If death deprives all the value of life, then immortality deprives all the charm of life.

Because the charm of life is conditional on its temporaryity, people who live forever with nature will become as indifferent to everything as nature, and there will be no more pain and joy, expectation and hope; there will be no more emotional fluctuations and spiritual tremors, and there will be no more Emptiness and boredom.

But will you choose such a survival state like a stone tablet? Since life is contradictory and life is empty, let's face the emptiness of life in the contradiction!

So, what is my pursuit and where is it? Zhang Ping was lost in thought.

While he was meditating, at the corner of the front corridor, a girl rushed over excitedly, but did not notice the existence of Zhang Ping, and directly ignored a leg across the road.

Ouch, the woman's painful scream woke up Zhang Ping and fixed her eyes. Old acquaintance, isn't this Ouyangqing? Where are you going to go with such a sudden roar?

Ouyang Qing didn't expect to see Zhang Ping here after being helped up by him. Unable to suppress his excitement, he opened his mouth and said, "Zhang Ping, you are also here. It's great. I'm looking for you."

Zhang Ping looked at her in astonishment. Ouyang Qing also realized that he was vague, so he told his amazing discovery just now.

Since several people successfully bought the inkstone platform last time, they have taken turns to study it. Unfortunately, there is no result in how to study it, so the matter has been put aside. This evening, after Ouyangqing came back from the TV station, he wandered around the Lover's Dream Bar.

The recent work was a little tiring. Ouyang Qing quickly took a nap. When he woke up, he saw that there was no one next to him. He wanted to come to Tao Yuner to greet guests. He looked at a set of things on the table. It was the seal brush and inkstone.

I guess Tao Yuner was also puzzled. Ouyangqing had nothing to do anyway, and he didn't bother to run to the front, so he sat down and stroked casually.

Maybe it was because she was still in a trance. When Tao Yuner was playing with the brush, the sharp pen accidentally cut her finger and suddenly shed a few drops of blood. Coincidentally, these drops of blood just dripped on the inkstone.

Those drops of blood dripped to the center of the inkstone, and suddenly disappeared. When Ouyangqing saw this scene, he began to feel dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and then looked over. The drops of blood were really like a few drops of water integrated into the sea, and no trace could be seen.

Ouyang's body trembled slightly, and somehow he was a little scared. Looking at the inkstone, the color in it seemed to have become a little dim, like the color of the cooled blood. He can't help shivering. Ouyangqing took a step back and quickly ran out of the door, as if there was a devil who can eat people and drink blood.

Running all the way, Ouyang was eager to find Tao Yuner. Now her heart has become a mess, and she can't make a sober judgment. It was not until he bumped into Zhang Ping that Ouyang's mood stabilized and told the scene at that time.

Listen, Zhang Ping, there are also some ups and downs in his heart. What's going on? Is there anything wrong with this inkstone?

He didn't go to find Tao Yun'er. Zhang Ping pulled Ouyang and went to the private room behind.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Zhang Ping felt that there was some bloody smell in the room. He turned his head and looked at Ouyangqing doubtfully.

Ouyangqing didn't talk nonsense, but pointed to the set of things on the table. He shrank behind Zhang Ping again. It seemed that although Ouyang was not afraid, he was still a little afraid of the inkstone.