Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 965 Bassist, Why Are You So Fierce?

Lingyao never expected that this rich guy really didn't care about her life or death at all and actually sent her directly to the court.

Fortunately, there was time for the judge's assistant to read out the court order, so she could absorb and memorize the case and sort out the information in her hands.

Otherwise, Shao Lingyao, a junior lawyer who had just obtained his lawyer qualification certificate, would have lost his first simple case.

Fortunately, the case was not complicated and the chain of evidence was relatively complete. Lingyao quickly got the hang of it and fought back with reason and evidence.

Lingyao could feel that this body had probably made very hard preparations for this court session, because after she left the court, she only had one feeling.

I’m so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy.

She walked towards the residence in her memory with a stern face. As a junior lawyer, Shao Lingyao's residence was naturally not very high-end.

It was an apartment building where many office workers lived, used for both commercial and residential purposes. She took the elevator directly to the 12th floor, opened the door, and without even turning on the lights, she first felt for the air-conditioning remote control and pressed the switch, then walked straight to the bed.

This apartment is a one-bedroom apartment with the bed and small living room in one area.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner blew slowly into the room, driving away the unbearable scorching air in Han City.

Lingyao lay on the bed with her eyes closed to catch up on some sleep, to prevent this body from dying suddenly again.

Half an hour later, Lingyao fell into a light sleep, covered with a quilt that smelled of laundry detergent and feeling the perfect coolness of the air conditioner.

Suddenly, two muffled "bang, bang" sounds came from above my head, like someone hitting the floor with a fist.

Then, the sounds merged into one, a deep vibration unique to Best, wrapped in a dull and heavy force, drilling down through the cracks in the steel and concrete.

Lingyao pulled up the quilt to cover her ears, trying to hide her mistake.

But the "click, click" sound with elasticity, mixed with the low-frequency vibration of the bass itself, still reached her eardrum through the quilt.

Lingyao sat up with a cold face, and her whole body was filled with cold air that was stronger than the cold air from the air conditioner.

The sound continued, stepping on the drumbeat again and again, as if an invisible hand was clutching her chest, and her temples throbbed with every vibration.

Lingyao looked up at the ceiling and identified the direction from which the noise came. It took her only two seconds to determine that the noise came from room 1306 right above her head.

She got out of bed, picked up her cell phone and strode out the door.

In room 1306, Chen Yezhou felt helpless about the two uninvited guests in his home.

They had a rare chance to relax this morning, and he had been planning to go hiking or cycling by himself, but Yi Qiu and Su Bai insisted on coming to his house to play.

Chen Yezhou clearly remembered that he had said no on the phone, but the two said that he did not participate in their activities on weekdays and had become estranged from them, so they had to come over to reconnect with him.

So he showed up at his house on time early in the morning and stopped him when he was about to go out.

At this moment, listening to the noise coming from his ears, Chen Yezhou regretted why he didn't go out earlier and let his ears suffer this torture.

I couldn't help but frown and stop him: "If you can't play it, don't mess around."

As the lead singer of the band, Yi Qiu is certainly not as good as the bassist Chen Yezhou in playing instruments like bass, but his playing is not bad at all. It's just that as a bassist, Chen Yezhou naturally has higher requirements for the standard.

Despite being warned by Chen Yezhou, Yi Qiu continued to smile.

"Don't worry, I won't break it for you. I'll just try to feel it."

Another guitarist, Su Bai, who said he wanted to come and keep in touch with Chen Yezhou, was playing games with a girl on his phone at this time.

From the beginning, "It's okay, sister", "It's okay, just be careful next time", "It's okay, sister, just watch me."

Until now, he arched his eyebrows and spoke softly into the phone: "Wow, sister, you are so cute when playing games. Do you want to quit or should I kick you out?"

……

Chen Yezhou was speechless towards the two of them and stood up to get some cold beer from the refrigerator.

As soon as I stood up, there was a knock on the door of the room.

He doesn't usually socialize and knows almost no one except his two bandmates. Even fewer people know his home address. Who would knock on his door at this time?

Chen Yezhou walked out the door with doubts.

Lingyao, who was outside the door, saw that no one opened the door and no one answered. She could even hear the bass music coming from inside through the door. She knocked on the door harder.

The next second, the door opened, and a boy wearing a black tight-fitting fitness short-sleeved shirt stood in the half-open door.

The tight-fitting fitness clothes perfectly outline his perfect figure. The broad shoulders make the collar of the T-shirt slightly tight. Following the smooth lines down, there is the outline of strong chest muscles, which rise and fall gently with his breathing. The neat curve of the edge of the chest muscles can be vaguely seen, but it does not look over-trained.

What is even more eye-catching is the tattoo on his right arm that stretches from the wrist to the cuff of his short-sleeved shirt.

Fuck...

Lingyao's hands were still clenched into fists and raised in the air, and her face was as cold as ice, bringing a bit of coolness to this hot and sticky summer day.

But my heart is not so calm.

How come this God of Wealth has become a social person?

But this figure is really good. Men who see it will want to hang themselves, women who see it will have menopause, children who see it will want to get out of bed, and the elderly who see it will want to return to childhood.

Lingyao had seen enough of his figure and shifted her gaze to his face.

At this time, Chen Yezhou also had a cold face because of the obvious hostility on Lingyao's face.

He had a buzz cut, but his hair wasn't broken to the point of touching his scalp. The short, hard stubble exuded a sense of strength, making his brow bones stand out even more. At this moment, his eyes darkened, and a chilling feeling emanated from the ends of his hair.

Judging from his current expression, no one would dare to approach him and talk to him if he walked on the street.

But Lingyao spoke frankly——

"Are you killing a pig in your house? Can you be quieter?"

He spoke in a flat tone, and although his words seemed polite when put together, each word seemed to carry a sharp sting.

Chen Yezhou's brows furrowed even deeper as he looked at the woman outside the door.

She was wearing a professional suit and black skirt, but a pair of pink slippers on her feet.

There were two haggard dark circles under his eyes on his plain and cold face, and his hair was a little messy. It was obvious that he had just crawled out of bed.

Chen Yezhou guessed that it was probably the sound of Su Bai playing the bass that was disturbing the neighbors, but it was broad daylight and not a normal rest time. Facing the other party's bad intentions, Chen Yezhou did not have a good attitude.

He said with a cold face, "I know, I'll make him stop." Then he prepared to close the door.

As a result, the next second, the half-open door that was about to close was blocked, and the person who looked like an elite lady put her palm against his door.

He spoke in a serious tone, but with a nonchalant and almost gangster-like tone.

"Do you want my WeChat?"