Chapter 2 (Last Part)
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Wen Yifan also smiled: "Okay, take it easy. Wait until he leaves before laughing. He is still sitting there."
At this time, the high stool in front of the bar was full, and Sang Yan occupied the most seat. He picked up the transparent glass on the table and slowly took a sip of the wine. His expression was calm and at ease, like an unruly young master.
Seeing this, Zhong Siqiao finally restrained himself.
The waiter who happened to spill the wine came over.
The waiter was a boy. He looked young and had baby fat on his face. He held the tray in his hand and carefully served the wine. Then, he returned the money that Wen Yifan had just paid and pressed it under the folder board holding the receipt.
"This is your wine."
Wen Yifan looked at the money: "This is…"
Before she could finish asking, the waiter hurriedly explained with a slightly uneasy look: "I'm sorry, it was my fault just now. The boss has already instructed that you will have a free table."
Wen Yifan then remembered Sang Yan's words.
After a pause, she subconsciously refused: "It's okay, no need. Take the money back."
The waiter shook his head."In addition to this, if you need anything else, you can call me at any time."
His attitude was very firm, but Wen Yifan did not insist. She picked up the coat that had been placed aside: "I just picked up this coat in the corridor when I went to the bathroom. Maybe a customer accidentally left it behind."
The waiter quickly took it: "Okay, thank you."
After he left, Zhong Siqiao winked at her."What happened?"
Wen Yifan explained briefly.
Zhong Siqiao widened her eyes."Then he said so. Why are you still paying?"
"It's not easy for a person to open a shop." Wen Yifan took a sip of wine."There's no need to charge him a few hundred yuan for this matter."
"Why are you still worried that the rich second generation will have a hard time starting a business? It's not just a matter of time for this young master to have money." Zhong Siqiao said,"But he really doesn't remember you?"
Wen Yifan reasonably speculated: "It should be because he didn't recognize it."
"Didn't you recognize it?" Zhong Siqiao felt ridiculous and blurted out,"No, don't you know what you look like? Do you really feel ordinary with a 'Fan' in your name?"
"..." Wen Yifan almost choked, speechless and amused."With your tone, I thought you were scolding me."
No wonder Zhong Siqiao found this answer unreasonable.
Because Wen Yifan is really beautiful.
It was completely inconsistent with her gentle personality. Her appearance was extremely coquettish and beautiful enough to be aggressive. Those foxy eyes seemed to be meant to seduce people's souls, with the tails of their eyes slightly raised, and their every move was full of charm.
Sitting in this dark bar is like bringing its own light.
Zhong Siqiao always felt that she could become famous and rich just by relying on this face.
Unexpectedly, he ended up becoming a hard-working journalist.
"And you're no different from when you were in high school, except that your hair is shorter than then-" Seeing the commotion on Sang Yan's side, Zhong Siqiao instantly changed her words,"Okay, it's possible."
“……”
"With his qualifications, it's impossible for him to date fewer girls in the past few years. Maybe there are a few similar to your type."
Hearing this, Wen Yifan supported his chin and looked in Sang Yan's direction.
This time, there was a woman next to him.
As if she was not afraid of the cold, the woman wore a close-fitting short skirt, revealing her two white and straight legs. She leaned half against the bar, tilted her head to toast him, smiling sweetly, and her exquisite curves were clearly outlined with her movements.
Sang Yan looked up at her with a faint smile. Under the background of this atmosphere, there was also a bit more flirtatious.
This topic came briefly, but soon Zhong Siqiao talked about other things. His attention was pulled back by her voice, Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and continued chatting with her.
For a while.
The female singer finished her last song. Sensing the time, Wen Yifan asked: "It's almost ten o'clock. Are we leaving?"
Zhong Siqiao: "Okay."
The two of them stood up and walked out.
Zhong Siqiao held Wen Yifan's arm and said while looking at his mobile phone: "Xiang Lang just told me that he will return to China next month. Let's ask him to come with us next time. Go to someone who can dance disco. It's a bit boring."
Wen Yifan responded: "Okay."
Before leaving, she looked at the bar again.
Sang Yan was still sitting in his original position, and the woman next to him seemed to have changed again. There was still no emotion on his face, as if he didn't care about anything.
The unexpected reunion with her was just like what he showed. It was just a stranger he had never met before.
Wen Yifan was stunned.
Somehow, he remembered the last time they saw before they broke off contact.
The cool night was moonless. Thick fog and dark clouds oppressed the small city, and the drizzle fell like fluffy fur. In the narrow alley, the only street lamp flashed, and flying ants crashed in without hesitation.
The tips of the boy's hair were wet and his eyelashes were stained with water. The skin color is clear and white, and the light in his eyes is extinguished.
Everything seemed illusory.
She couldn't remember what she was feeling at that time.
Just remember. Sang Yan's voice was hoarse and finally called out to her: "Wen Yifan."
Then he lowered his eyes and laughed at himself: "I'm not that bad."
I also remember.
He shed his pride and regarded himself as a filthy thing that people shun.
"Don't worry," he smiled,"I won't pester you anymore."
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Since spilling wine on customers, Yu Zhuo has been having a difficult time throughout the night. Do things carefully, lest you make the same mistake again and ignite the boss's newly-fading anger again.
After the customer left, he came forward to clear the table.
After recycling the wine glasses, Yu Zhuo pulled the folder board, and the few red oceans pressing under them were taken over.
His movements stopped.
Then he noticed a bracelet falling under the soft chair.
Yu Zhuo reached out to pick it up and walked back to the bar with a heavy expression. He pushed the tray in and said to the yellow-haired bartender,"Little Brother He, the customer of K11 dropped something."
He Mingbo took it, looked up and said,"By the way, the clothes you just brought over look so much like Brother Yan's to me."
"Ah, I don't know. I said I picked it up in the toilet." Thinking of the money, Yu Zhuo scratched his head."Brother, Brother Yan just told me that this table will be free of charge, but K11 didn't take away the refunded money. Should I tell him?"
He Mingbo glanced at him: "Go and admit your mistakes."
"..." Yu Zhuo was confused and felt that he had to explain,"Brother, it's not that I wanted to swallow the money, it's that K11 didn't take it. I told her several times."
Taking a transparent bag bracelet, He Mingbo smiled and said,"Brother Yan is not so reasonable."
“……”
Seems to be the same.
Although he thought so, Yu Zhuo still couldn't help but struggle when he went upstairs to find Sang Yan.
I saw Sang Yan in front of the bar all night, and I didn't know when he went up to the second floor. At this moment, he was sitting in the innermost position of the booth area, with a faint emotion on his face.
I wonder if I listened to his words.
Sang Yan didn't make a sound and casually played with the transparent cup in his hand. The atmosphere is almost oppressive.
Yu Zhuo braced himself and said,"This may not be the price for the wine. I just heard these two guests saying..."
At this point, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with what he said next and hesitated: "But it was quite noisy around, and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I wasn't very sure... just, just..."
When he met Sang Yan's cold eyebrows, Yu Zhuo shuddered and spoke smoothly: "I heard this customer's friend ask her if she came to this bar to see you, Brother Yan. She said no."
Sang Yan's eyelashes moved slightly.
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