After wearing a book and becoming a stand-in, she became a fan

The sudden movement of the second aunt frightened everyone around, not only Yu Jiu, but even Wang Yizhuo, who had been quite indifferent to the outside world, his pupils shrank rapidly when he saw this scene, and then he covered his ears and screamed.

This movement frightened the people around and the waiters of the restaurant, and came over in a hurry to try to persuade them to fight.

Yu Jiu was still standing in front of Wang Xingquan, glaring at the shrew-like second aunt: "Why did you hit someone? Don't tell me, I'll call the police, do you believe it or not?"

"Call the police? Okay, you fucking report it!" The second aunt's eyes were tearing apart, her eyes were red, she yelled, "Bitch, what the hell are you doing with me? Wang Xingquan deserves to die! His brother deserves to die too!" ! Their whole family is money-losing goods! You fucking call the police, let me see if you, little bitch, dare!"

At this moment, the second aunt is strongly displaying the street-swearing skills unique to middle-aged women of her age.

"Enough." Wang Xingquan, who was indifferent to that slap just now, opened his mouth at this moment. His slender big hands covered Yu Jiu's ears from behind, as if he didn't want him to hear these obscenities.

For a moment, Yu Jiu's nose was inexplicably sour.

"Say I can." Wang Xingquan looked at the shrew-like woman, his expression and voice were not cold, but as indifferent as looking at an object: "Don't talk about my friend and brother."

"Otherwise..." Wang Xingquan covered Yu Jiu's ears even harder, so that he couldn't hear the words behind him, and smiled innocently: "Don't blame me for being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, I will kill you. "

Anyway, he has been entangled enough all these years.

The woman was taken aback by the coldness and cruelty in his eyes, panting heavily and barely shut her mouth.

Taking advantage of such a moment, Wang Xingquan pulled Yu Jiu and Wang Yizhuo away.

It wasn't until I walked far away from this barbecue restaurant that I felt the air in my lungs come alive again.

"I'm sorry." Wang Xingquan, who still had five distinctive finger marks on his face, was squatting down and gently kneading Wang Yizhuo's head to help him relieve his fright. got scolded."

"Someone scolded me just now?" Yu Jiu frowned suspiciously: "I only heard the dog barking."

Wang Xingquan couldn't help laughing out loud, his wide shoulders trembling slightly.

To be able to make him laugh, to some extent, Yujiu still has a sense of accomplishment.

He heaved a sigh of relief, ran around to buy a bottle of ice water at the newsstand next to him, and handed it to Wang Xingquan when he came back: "Just apply it, or it will swell."

Wang Xingquan took it, and the corners of his lips curled into a slight arc: "Thank you, just now..."

"Needless to say anything else, I only care about one thing now." Yu Jiu interrupted him with a serious expression: "I won't eat barbecue, what shall we eat?"

Everyone has an embarrassing past and privacy that they don't want to be pryed into.

And Yu Jiu didn't want to spy on him either.

Wang Xingquan paused slightly with his slender hands massaging Wang Yizhuo's head, and his eyes staring at Yu Jiu gradually softened—from the sharpness just now, he gradually retracted to his usual comfortable and safe zone.

He was really grateful that Yu Jiu didn't ask anything, Wang Xingquan smiled and said, "Let's have hot pot."

After eating, they separated naturally, Yu Jiu went home and washed up, and when he was lying in bed at night, he received a WeChat message from Wang Xingquan—a WeChat message he had finally added.

They usually don't chat very much, and all the accounts on WeChat are transfer records. Today, Wang Xingquan sent him two words: [Thank you. ]

In short, there is no unnecessary nonsense.Yu Jiu's slender fingertips rubbed the screen for a while, and finally deleted the three words 'You're Welcome' that had been typed in the input box one by one.

He didn't answer anything.

The part-time job of playing the piano in the clubhouse started at 02:30 pm. The person in charge of the previous interview specifically told Yu Jiu to be there half an hour earlier to change clothes, so Yu Jiu arrived at the backstage of the clubhouse at [-]:[-].

This clubhouse is one of the few "chinery clubhouses" in Wulan District. It claims to be elegant and upper-class, and the people who come to the reception are all celebrities in the business circle who are either rich or expensive.

Yu Jiu was told to keep a low profile, so he changed into a regular black suit. He flipped through the music that he was going to play today, and quietly entered the clubhouse from the backstage around [-]:[-].

The few piano pieces that I asked to play today are all his expertise, and there is no nervousness, but Yu Jiu's right eyelid twitched twice before going on stage, out of nowhere.

He rubbed his fingertips lightly, and muttered something in his mouth, bending over to the stage.

Sitting in front of the grand piano, a classic prelude to Adi Lina by the water slowly entered the ears of everyone in the clubhouse.

Music is an indispensable joint of the whole society, and it is an essential remedy for everyone to relieve their emotions.

As soon as the piano music came out, many people had already arrived at the reception, and the restless atmosphere eased a lot. The notes under Yu Jiu's fingers danced lightly, and many knowledgeable people turned their heads to look at the piano.

"Brother Xiao, didn't your father say that he would introduce you to some people on this occasion?" In the square hall outside the reception banquet hall, Xiao Yan and Liu Ke were sitting on the sofa with their slender legs raised.The latter held a cigarette in his hand, and asked Xiao Yan while puffing: "Why don't we go in?"

"Smoking can't stop your mouth?" Xiao Yan looked a little irritable, he looked down at his watch, and pulled his tie restlessly: "Wait for someone."

Liu Ke was curious: "Who are you waiting for?"

Xiao Yan was impatient: "You have so many..."

"Xiao Yan, here we come!"

Before the word 'nonsense' could be uttered, Xiao Yan's voice stopped abruptly when he saw Wang Xingquan and Zhao Zilan walking in from the door.He breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with a smile and touched the shoulder of Zhao Zilan who had just spoken with his fist: "You two are too slow, what's going on?"

"Brother Quan and I were just on business." Zhao Zilan raised her eyebrows and looked at Xiao Yan wonderingly: "But what's the matter with you? Why do you have to let the two of us come to this stupid reception at your house?"

This winery is the property of the Xiao family.

"...Aren't we all friends?" Xiao Yan glanced nonchalantly at Wang Xingquan who was next to him with a calm expression, and shrugged: "Why, don't you want to give face to this?"

In fact, he had to call the two of them over, mainly because of Wang Xingquan——today his father was going to match him up with some businessmen, and Xiao Yan subconsciously wanted Wang Xingquan to see this scene... Don't take it all the time. He is trash.

Zhao Zilan rolled her eyes when she heard him say this: "Nonsense, why are we here if you don't give you face?"

"Then let's go, the reception has been going on for quite a while." Xiao Yan then laughed, and patted Wang Xingquan on the back: "Brother Quan, let's go."

Wang Xingquan also had a smile on his lips, nodded his head and walked ahead, without giving Liu Ke beside him a look from the beginning to the end.

And Liu Ke next to him recognized Wang Xingquan as the waiter who helped Yu Jiu at the Shell Bar last time, and his face changed again.

"Brother Xiao, what's the matter..." Liu Ke couldn't help but dragged Xiao Yan to walk behind, and whispered to him, "Isn't he the waiter at the bar last time?"

"Yes." Xiao Yan frowned in displeasure, and asked, "Then what's wrong?"

......

Liu Ke didn't dare to speak anymore.

The four of them walked into the huge banquet hall back and forth, and the first thing that came to their ears was the beautiful piano sound.

"Hey, this piano is played well." Liu Ke just choked up, and now he was feeling depressed, so he found an excuse and left first: "Brother Xiao, I'll go to the piano to have a look, you two can talk slowly."

Leave when you're done.

Xiao Yan didn't care about it, and pulled Zhao Zilan and Wang Xingquan to the direction where his father was without looking sideways: "Brother Quan, didn't you develop some software last time that couldn't attract investment? Take this opportunity to talk to Did my dad discuss it?"

"Uncle Xiao? No need." Wang Xingquan shook his head and chuckled: "My roommate and I developed a small software, so we can't afford such a big investment from the Xiao family."

Xiao Yan was taken aback for a moment, and murmured, "What's the big deal... Can I invest in a moderate amount?"

In fact, he understood that the Xiao family's big business was just an excuse, and Wang Xingquan just didn't want to owe him favors.

But Xiao Yan's heart still unconsciously 'clicked', and even the whole person was a little irritable.

At this time, there was a crisp "scratch" sound from the banquet hall table, like the sound of a wine bottle breaking, and the piano that had been playing during the period also stopped.

"What's going on?" Zhao Zilan raised her eyebrows and walked over there curiously. Wang Xingquan followed indifferently, which caused Xiao Yan to follow unwillingly.

Just like this, the four of them walked over to the piano stand on the other side of the table back and forth.

Walking over, I saw Liu Ke's "crazy" scene.

"Fuck, who the hell hired this person?" Liu Ke stood on the steps under the piano stand, surrounded by debris and wine stains scattered all over the place—obviously, he just smashed it.

His originally handsome face was now grim, staring at the person on the piano seat and sneering: "When did our club have such low standards for candidates? This kind of guy is also selected to play the piano?"

And next to the piano was Yu Jiu sitting on the piano chair with his back straight.

He turned his head to look at Liu Ke with a complicated expression - there seemed to be some 'pity' in his eyes, as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.