Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 380 Your Clothes Are Ugly

The gorgeous colorful lights kept flashing in the dim environment, and there were swaying and dancing people and ambiguous laughter everywhere.

In the dark corner behind the stage, there is another scene.

This is the restroom in the dance hall.

There aren't many people inside now.

Under the dim light, a woman was standing in front of the mirror washing her hands.

There is an oversized mirror on the wall in front of me.

Any woman will check her makeup before going out.

After washing her hands, the woman took a handkerchief from her bag and gently wiped her hands. She then took out her lipstick and put on makeup in front of the mirror.

It was the first time that Jingzhi was teleported to the toilet.

She lay on the toilet door, secretly observing the situation outside.

Seeing that only the woman was outside, she straightened herself, straightened her hair, pinched the hem of her clothes to wipe away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, then pushed open the door and walked out.

When a haggard beauty appears in the mirror, anyone would take a second look.

The woman stopped applying lipstick, pinched the lipstick cap, and stared at Jingzhi who was walking towards her.

"..."

People who come here are generally more open-minded.

But for some reason, this woman didn't say a word, she just nodded reservedly to Jingzhi.

Her short hair couldn't hide her gorgeous face at all, and the flesh-pink hip-hugging dress fully revealed her beautiful figure.

When she looked at Jingzhi with her watery peach blossom eyes, she felt as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

This person looks so gentle, intellectual, and has a special kind of sexiness.

Every time Jingzhi met such a beauty, she was afraid to look directly at her. After just a glance, she immediately looked away and pointed at the sink behind the woman with a smile.

"Are you done? I want to wash my hands."

The woman still said nothing.

He just turned sideways and gave Jingzhi the seat in front of the sink.

Before Jingzhi could walk over, the door of the toilet cubicle opposite suddenly opened and a dashing woman walked out.

She wore a denim jacket on the upper body, overalls and short boots on the lower body, looking like a real tomboy.

She walked over quickly with a cold face, but said politely, "Sorry, I'm in a hurry, can you let me go first?"

Jingzhi shrugged and gave her the way.

The sound of rushing water is flowing.

Jingzhi stood aside with the woman who was putting on makeup, feeling a little at a loss as to what to do.

Jingzhi was the first to break the silence.

"Are you playing alone?"

The woman was stunned for a moment and still did not answer. She just slowly lowered her head, revealing a snow-white neck.

Then he slowly started to sign to Jingzhi.

"?!"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I don't know..."

It's so embarrassing.

The first person I met when I came to this world was a disabled person.

The place I crossed over to was still a toilet.

She felt that it didn't look very auspicious.

……

"Sister Yiling, are you ready? Brother Wei asked Brother Ying to take you back early."

The faucet was suddenly turned off.

The bathroom suddenly became quiet.

The three women looked at each other.

Who is the person outside calling Yiling?

Jingzhi was confused.

Why didn't anyone respond to these two?

The short-haired woman seemed to remember something, quickly took the handbag on the table and walked out.

The dashing woman who had washed her hands slowly wiped her hands with her eyes lowered, as if inadvertently glancing at the woman who walked out.

"Please move aside for a moment so I can wash my face," Jingzhi said.

The woman was stunned, nodded nonchalantly, and followed the woman named Yiling out.

"Everyone is so weird..."

Jingzhi turned on the faucet and washed her face while muttering softly.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

When she saw the slightly red corners of her eyes, she slowly closed them. It seemed as if there was still the warmth of hot tears in her eyeballs, and her eyes felt a little sore, but nothing was more painful than her heart at this moment.

It felt like there were two big holes in my heart, and the cold wind was blowing in. They are really great.

They actually colluded with each other to send her away, and even resorted to such a drastic act as suicide.

Jingzhi sniffed and raised his hand to brush off the splashes of water on his shirt at the waist.

The only advantage of traveling through time and space into a toilet is the privacy it offers.

As soon as she knew she was back in the modern era, she immediately switched her private clothes to modern ones.

Looking at herself in the mirror dressed as an intellectual beauty, Jingzhi still felt a little uncomfortable.

Before anyone came in, she used her magic power to turn her hair pure black.

The slightly retro-style hairpin was removed, and the hair that had been curled for a long time swirled down, with the ends slightly curled, naturally forming a lazy arc.

She inserted her hands into her hair from her hairline and gently smoothed it back twice, revealing her pretty yet somewhat haggard face.

That's it.

So be it.

He's not here anyway.

With Jiu's serious personality for several lifetimes, there was no way he would enter such a noisy place that resembled a disco.

As soon as she opened the bathroom door, the booming music and the flirting of men and women outside suddenly became amplified and reached her ears.

The air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol and various perfumes, which made her feel a little dizzy.

Jingzhi frowned and walked out slowly.

There is a huge stage in the middle of the disco.

Dancing men and women blocked her path.

She didn't want to pass through this group of crazy people.

Jingzhi prepared to slip away.

Under the stage are booths.

Halfway through her walk, she met the short-haired woman again.

She sat alone in a booth, her eyes fixed on the center of the dance floor, her brows slightly furrowed, and it was obvious that she didn't like this kind of place very much.

Then why come here to play?

Jingzhi didn't think of going over to say hello. They had only met once and were not even friends.

Passing by several booths, she kicked away several crushed beer cans and cigarette butts at her feet and walked towards the door with great purpose.

Before she walked out, Jingzhi caught a glimpse of a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.

In the right corner sat the woman in jeans, with a young man next to her.

The two people don't look like a couple.

They each held a wine glass in their hands, and after a quick glance at the stage, their eyes kept looking at the same place.

It doesn't seem like they are here to have fun, but rather to monitor people.

Follow their gaze.

It's the manager's office behind the bartender.

The curtains in the office were not drawn at this time, and she could see a man in a brown suit, with his back slightly to her, answering the phone with a microphone.

Just a half-side view of the back made Jingzhi stunned.

She suddenly didn't want to leave.

He turned around and returned the same way, but was hesitant to get any closer.

It would be so embarrassing if I recognized the wrong person.

She stopped behind a booth, only three or four meters away from the room.

There was an incandescent light inside, and she could clearly see his hand holding the microphone.

His fingers were long and slender, with slightly protruding veins on the back of his hands, and his fingertips would tap the microphone lightly from time to time.

Her heart began to beat rapidly. With just one hand, she could almost determine who this person was...

However, there is no need to rush.

Caolu had said that approaching too abruptly would only make strangers feel annoyed or even repulsed.

Besides, she needed to see his face clearly.

She waited for a long time before the man turned around.

She finally shed tears the moment she saw his face.

Jingzhi covered her mouth, resisting the urge to go up and talk to him and the tears that were about to burst out. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the man in front of her.

As if sensing a strong gaze, the man glanced over here with a sharp look.

Perhaps because she was standing in the dark, the man could only see her trousers and a hand clenched into a fist hanging at her waist.

His gaze slowly fell on the double pinky ring on her little finger. After only two seconds, he retracted his gaze and softened his gaze towards the booth opposite his office.

That's where the short-haired beauty is.

Their eyes did not meet.

The woman looked towards the stage, while the man listened to the voice in the microphone, his eyes always on the woman.

Jingzhi stopped crying.

He looked at Ajiu in this life, then looked at the beautiful lady with fair skin in the booth, and suddenly frowned slowly.

That infatuated look made her blood run cold quickly.

Does he...already have someone in his heart?

Why not wait for her?

Ajiu and Azheng clearly said that they would become the same person to love her in the next life.

How could he fall in love with another woman now?

That's it.

She was just a stranger now.

What qualifications do you have to dictate his life?

"Humph!"

……

After listening to the phone call, the man took out the cigarette box from his chest, patted the butt of the cigarette box, and knocked out a cigarette.

He walked to the window with a cigarette in his hand, and without lighting it, he just looked at the woman opposite.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Brother Ying, it's time to go. The boss is worried about Sister Ling being out there alone."

The man walked to the door, cigarette in hand, and opened it. He saw the younger brother holding a neatly folded white shirt, looking at him flatteringly, and said:

"Your laundry has arrived. Would you like to change into it now, or should I take it back for you?"

Sending laundry?

Cheng Ying slowly frowned and looked down at the shirt.

Suddenly, he put the cigarette in his mouth, pulled out the yellow label paper stuck in his shirt and took a look.

The handwriting was vigorous and elegant, but the words he said were not very pleasant to the ear.

[Hello, I happened to be passing by and I really can't stand your ugly striped inner wear. I'm offering you a shirt as a gift. It's brand new and has been washed. Please change it quickly.]

"puff!"

The subordinate who stretched his head over to peek covered his mouth and his face turned red.

Seeing Cheng Ying squeezing the label into a ball, his knuckles turning white, he quickly straightened his face.

"Well, it's your number. I just checked it. Otherwise..."

Cheng Ying said nothing, but his eyes became increasingly gloomy.

A drop of sweat dripped down the subordinate's forehead, and he said with a wry smile:

"No, it's okay if you don't change. Our Eagle Brother looks good in anything."

Cheng Ying was not thinking about such a superficial issue of clothing.

He walked back to his desk and quickly wrote a few words on the notebook.

【Who sent it】

The subordinate leaned on the table with one hand, and after reading what he wrote, he pointed to the door of the ballroom outside and said, "A beautiful woman, it's a pity that she is gone."

"Brother Ying, you didn't see it. I think she and Sister Ling have two different styles, but they are both very beautiful."

Cheng Ying looked at him silently, lowered his eyes, and slowly wrote two words on the paper.

【Noisy】

The subordinate covered his mouth and laughed dryly twice. Just as he was about to stop talking, his eyes fell on the clothes on the table again.

"Brother Ying, do you still want this dress?"

Cheng Ying crossed his fingers, leaned back in his chair, and went over all his recent enemies in his mind.

It seems... no enemy has ever been so tactful as to disgust him with a piece of clothing.

Generally, if there is a grudge, they just fight with guns and settle it.

Cheng Ying was puzzled. Could it be that the woman really didn't like his clothes?

Cheng Ying looked down at his red striped polo shirt, then raised his head and looked at Yiling outside the window.

Would she feel ugly too?

Even if she is ugly and doesn't talk much, she probably wouldn't say it so bluntly.

Cheng Ying stood up and waved to his younger brother, signaling him to go out.

Then he walked to the glass and slowly pulled down the pleated window.

After smoking two cigarettes and drawing aside the curtains, Cheng Ying glanced at Yiling, pursed his lips, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and raised his hand to pick up the shirt.

"Bang!"

A thin, crisp sound suddenly reached his ears.

A black pinky ring fell out of his clothes due to his force, fell to the ground, and rolled all the way to the side of his foot.

Cheng Ying suddenly thought of the woman who had clenched her fists just now.

She clenched her fists. Was it because she really couldn't bear to see him wearing this outfit?

Isn't this a bit too nosy?

Cheng Ying picked up the pinky ring and looked at it for a long time. Only when he heard his subordinates urging him from outside did he put the ring into his suit pocket.

Forget it, just change it.

It's just a piece of clothing, he doesn't want Yiling to dislike it.

Although she was gentle and never mentioned these things to him.