spring duck

"I've been calling 'Mojito' for so long, don't you know what it tastes like?" The head waiter pushed a beautiful glass in front of Jiang Lai, glanced at the cool boss who had just left the bar, and whispered : "Boss please."

Looking at the lime and mint dotted in the transparent wine, Jiang Lai was slightly distracted, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

Mojito represents the romantic love of first love. When you drink it, you will have sourness in your mouth, the freshness and bitterness of mint, and the bubbles will explode on the tip of your tongue-in short, it is not sweet.

He was obviously slightly drunk from the cocktail, but Jiang Lai's eyes were hazy.What was supposed to be just a mojito somehow turned into shot after shot of spirits.

The foreman was also drunk. He saw that the smiling, pretty boy he sent out came back, but his soul was left outside, and his heart ached.He hugged Jiang Lai and started to cry: "Brother Yun is sorry for you! Brother Yun should have been cruel at that time, even if he asked you to go with Mr. Wang, he shouldn't have sent you to Mr. Qu..." It has been three days, Qu Yao has never contacted Jiang Lai once, and the current public opinion is somewhat inclined to the idea that Jiang Lai wants to get the top position by relying on his ass. It is hard to say that there is no push from Xing Yun or Qu's public relations. If this is the case, then Qu Yao is really I was determined to push Jiang to attract public opinion.

Jiang Lai was like a rag doll, dull and dull, letting the foreman hold him, but unable to cry, he suddenly felt that he really cared about Mr.

Later, the boss came and took the foreman away, and Jiang Lai was sent back to the room by others. The moment the door closed, he woke up.Jiang Lai didn't dare to make a sound, and covered himself in the quilt with his mobile phone, crying secretly, crying, crying... I don't know how long he cried, and fell asleep when he was tired.On the table was the pork rib braised noodles that Caesar made for him before he left. There were a lot of ribs on it. It was a delicious little rib, but it was already cold.

When Jiang Lai came back to his senses, he was handcuffed and sitting in a small cold room.Looking at the uniform of the man sitting across the table, he knew where this was: Oh, this is the police station.

And that table must be the interrogation table.

Jiang Lai tried hard to recall what happened before. A group of police officers rushed into the bar, stopped the music, and took away many people, of course he was among them.

"Do you know Qu Yao?" The police officer on the opposite side finally spoke.I don't know if it's Jiang Lai's illusion, but he can always see a bit of Qu Yao in this well-dressed and handsome male police officer.

I must be suffering from paranoia, Qu Yao thought.

Seeing that he was silent, the male police officer knocked on the table with his knuckles impatiently: "This is the police station, don't lie, don't be stubborn." He asked again: "What's your relationship with him?"

Jiang Lai suddenly thought of something, and became emotional: "Sir, there is no sex! I do it voluntarily! I like Mr.... I, I only have him! If you don't believe me, go check it out!" Jiang Lai didn't know his current status. How bad he looked, his hair was messed up, his eyes were bloodshot, he was out of frame because he hadn't eaten for a few days, his white shirt was wrinkled, and there were even wine stains on it. Fortunately, everyone in the police station believed it science.

The male police officer didn't speak, he didn't know what he was doing, he came back soon, put the bag in his hand on the table, opened the boxes inside one by one, and took out a pair of convenient chopsticks.

Jiang Lai looked at him puzzled.

The male police officer stuffed the chopsticks into Jiang Lai's hand: "If you feel wronged, then let yourself live to wash away the wronged."

"Live well..." Jiang Lai was stunned for a moment, and muttered to himself.When he came back to his senses, he was the only one left in the interrogation room.

Jiang Lai bowed his head to pick up the rice. They were all home-cooked stir-fries. They seemed to taste good, but he couldn't taste them anyway—maybe he was paralyzed by the alcohol.Suddenly tasted a hot and sour taste on the tip of his tongue, Jiang Lai lowered his head, looked at the two chicken feet with pickled peppers in the lunch box, and finally couldn't help crying.

The days in the detention center were ordinary, not like in the TV series, where the boss of the prisoner took the lead in bullying the newcomers. On the contrary, he felt that the small room was clean and tidy, and it was even better than the one he lived in when he was the poorest.Probably the only thing worth mentioning was when he was visited during his first week in the detention center.

Jiang Lai walked out full of expectations, but saw the foreman on the other side of the glass, his gaze dimmed.

That's right, it's too late for that person to avoid him now, so how could he come?Jiang Lai figured it out quickly, moved the corners of his mouth, and called out, "Brother Yun."

The foreman told him: "Someone reported that there were people in Drunk who had sex and illegal transactions, but don't worry, this kind of thing can be dealt with, and everyone is fine."

Jiang Lai nodded.

The foreman frowned slightly: "It's just that your situation is more complicated... But it's better for you to be here. There are many reporters outside squatting on you."

Jiang Lai laughed: "I didn't expect that I would be treated like this one day." The foreman's eyes were red with distress.

Jiang Lai asked again: "Brother Yun, do you have any news about Mr. Qu?"

The foreman didn't speak, just shook his head.

Jiang Lai lowered his eyes and turned into a beautiful doll again. After asking the foreman to help him send money to his hometown this month, Jiang Lai returned to that small room again.