The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (3)

Shu Le unceremoniously drove away the Maserati president that Shang Jue had brought back from the garage.

After driving the car straight out of the villa compound, Shu Le was very sad and said to the system: "Tong! I doubt that he really loves me!"

The system hesitated for a moment, then suddenly answered: "His love is just the protective color he wears?"

Shu Le: "..."

Tonger, you have changed, you have become colder.

The system coughed and said subtly: "I'm sorry, the upgrade was successful just now, and the conditioned reflex is a little out of control."

Shu Le reluctantly accepted the answer: "Then do you still like other singers besides Mayday? For example, singing nunchakus?"

The system said: "No, do you want to hear the ending after you left in the last world?"

Shu Le drove the luxury car on the empty road lonely, and replied indifferently: "No, the world without even a reliable geoduck is not worth looking back. We must cherish the good times now."

The system said: "...the last task is [-]% complete, and the points have been credited to the account. Is there anything you want to buy?"

Shu Le thought for a while, and said seriously: "Then give me a bottle of powerful safflower oil, my back hurts from Shang Jue. I'm afraid it will affect my future life."

The system said: "...Your points can now be exchanged for you to regain the memory before entering the mission system, do you need to exchange?"

Shu Le said: "Tsk, since I choose to forget, it will definitely hurt Lele's glass heart. Forget it, I just want a bottle of super powerful safflower oil, okay?"

system:"……"

Resisting the urge to smash the host's head, the system threw him a bottle of safflower oil, blocking Shule again.

Shu Le drove a long way out, and when she was waiting for the red light, she realized that she overacted when she quarreled with Shang Jue just now, and ran out wearing that dark gray pajamas.

Suddenly embarrassed.

Reminiscent of those extremely dedicated late-night paparazzi...

Shu Le shivered, rolled up the window, turned the steering wheel and changed the road.

In the end, Shu Le parked the Maserati that originally belonged to Shang Jue at the door of a private bar.

Pushing open the door and getting out of the car, Shu Le turned his head to take a look at this new gray-purple car that just came out this year under the dim street light.

Tsk, I'm still telling myself that I'm not gay.

Wear purple pajamas and drive a purple car.

Gay purple, do you understand?

It's a pity that Shang Jue didn't understand.

Shu Le sighed in disappointment, and patted the roof of the Maserati.

As soon as he clapped his hands up, the car unceremoniously sounded the alarm.

The sharp alarm immediately rang through this small street at night.

Shu Le: "..."

Damn it, it really deserves to be Shang Jue's car.

The bar owner probably thought it was a car thief who stole at his door, so he pushed open the glass door and looked out.

As soon as he glanced at it for the first time, he saw Shu Le standing at the door with a gloomy expression on his face.

The bar owner immediately laughed: "Director Shu? What kind of wind brought you here in the middle of the night? Where's your guy?"

Shu Le was already upset, walked to the side of the bar owner, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "Seeing me alone is not enough? I have a lot of money for your drinks!"

The owner of the bar laughed loudly, opened the door for Shu Le himself to welcome him in, accompanied him all the way to the bar until Shu Le sat down, and said, "Don't embarrass my grandson, Director Shu, when did you come to drink? Money? Just ask casually, okay, sit down, I'll make you a glass of wine myself!"

Shu Le supported his chin with one hand, rested his elbows on the bar, took out a stack of banknotes from his pajamas pocket, and patted them on it. He said proudly to the boss: "No need to adjust, give me a bottle of vodka, and then two more. The bottle is red."

The owner of the bar is a smart person. From the moment he entered the door, he could tell that Shu Le was wearing pajamas, and he was obviously in a bad state.

Hearing what he said at this time, I had to take a step back first, coaxing Shu Le and said: "Okay, I'll get it for you now, just sit and wait, don't move around, I'll get it for you later."

Shu Le frowned, and glanced at the boss: "What do you mean, tell me not to move around? Old Sun, if you dare to call Shang Jue, I used to have the money to let you open a store, and today I can smash your store." Believe it or not?!"

The bar owner had no choice but to take out the wine from the bar counter: "...Okay, ancestor, I won't call him, just don't call him. Take your time and drink. I'll come over and take you back when I'm done."

Shu Le waved his hand: "I'm not going back tonight, so leave me alone. I'll leave after drinking."

It was already midnight, and there were only a few service personnel left in the store.

The boss wanted to say something more, but the guests at the other table were in a hurry, and there was not enough manpower, so he could only pat Shu Le on the shoulder and go first.

Shu Le poured himself a cup and swallowed it.

After drinking a few more glasses, Shu Le's vision blurred.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly looked around the bar.

When Sun Shang was given money to leave the creative team to open a store, Shu Le never thought that he could manage the store so well.

In the film industry, inspiration is money, and the lack of inspiration is death.

And Sun Shang is the least suitable person in their team for this line of work.

As he gets older, he achieves nothing. They are all brothers who came together. Shu Le couldn't see him sinking day by day, so he chatted with him in private.

Later, Shu Le invested in this bar with money, but the management rights were delegated to Sun Shang.

Shu Le finished a bottle of red wine, and the mobile phone on the bar finally rang.

He lay on the bar counter and turned his eyes to see that it was Shang Jue's message.

There are also several missed calls from before.

Probably seeing that Shu Le didn't answer the phone, he finally had to switch to WeChat.

"Where is the person? I'll pick you up."

"It's so late, I have to visit my aunt tomorrow afternoon."

"Baby, don't be angry. I won't insert people in your script, and I won't insert them in the future. You can shoot whatever you want, just like before, okay?"

Ah.

Shu Le raised his glass and drank the liquid in the transparent glass in one gulp.

The remaining drop slipped from the corner of his mouth, penetrated into the skirt and disappeared.

After the last message sent by Shang Jue, another new message came.

The source of the news was not Shang Jue, but the head portrait of a very cute girl.

The person over there sent two photos.

One is a photo of two people having dinner at a seven-star revolving restaurant by the river.

Another photo of the same two people kissing on the tallest ferris wheel in an amusement park that has been cleared.

Handsome men and beautiful women, talented men and beautiful women.

Shu Le hasn't even been so close to Shang Jue in formal attire for a long time.

In Fengjue Media, the two usually keep a distance deliberately to avoid suspicion, but privately...at home...

It was only then that Shu Le belatedly remembered that he and Shang Jue had never eaten in such a high-end revolving restaurant, nor had they ever gone to the Ferris wheel that symbolized love.

Love has never been witnessed.

No wonder it ended up like this.

The woman who sent the message spoke very politely, maintaining a reserved and gentle attitude.

She even sent a cute little emoticon package, and then said: "I don't know if these photos will make you feel uncomfortable, but I think he may be more comfortable with a suitable woman."

Shu Le sighed, did not reply, and put the phone on the bar.

After a while, the phone automatically locked the screen and went dark.

There are wonderful things every year, especially this year.

Shu Le poured himself another glass, and before he could drink it, he saw another message from Shang Jue.

"Stop making trouble, okay? If you really suspect someone, I'll explain it to you when I come back, okay?"

Shu Le finally picked up the phone, clicked on the dialog box, thought for a while, and replied: "There is nothing to explain, I believe you."

Weird.

After posting this message, Shu Le quickly typed again: "It's too late today, I won't go back, just make do at a friend's place. Let's talk about it tomorrow and go to bed."

After finishing speaking, he yawned, turned off the phone, and drank the rest of the red wine by the way.

Three bottles, done.

Shu Le found that his drinking capacity had improved a lot. Although he was a little dizzy, his mind was still clear.

At least he was still very sober to see a glass of charmingly colored cocktail being pushed from the seat next to him.

Behind the conical glass for cocktails sat a man who looked handsome even when reflected in the glass.

Most importantly, this man still looks familiar.

The light at the counter of this bar is very dim. Shu Le didn't wear sunglasses or a mask when he went out today, and he didn't attract the attention of others when he sat here for a long time.

I didn't expect to finish drinking and prepare to leave, but a little brother who looked good in quality came to my door.

Shu Le smacked his lips and pointed to the cocktail in front of him: "Can I have a drink?"

The man curled his mouth and smiled, probably because he was in a good mood, and even showed two small canine teeth.

He pushed the glass towards Shu Le: "Latil, I made it myself, try it?"

Shu Le tilted his head and glanced at him, shook his head, and put a finger to his lips: "Mom taught us not to eat food from strangers since we were young."

The man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and smiled helplessly and indulgently: "Are you drunk?"

Shu Le shook his head firmly, and retorted: "I don't, I never get drunk."

It's just that those beautiful eyes are hidden in the flickering lights of the bar, making them more moist and helpless.

The man leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between him and Shu Le: "Shu Dao, if you're not drunk, how could you not recognize me?"

Shu Le frowned, his already blurred mind was finally brought back a little by the voice of Shu Dao.

However, after carefully identifying it for a while, he still felt that the eyes were familiar, and probably he had indeed met them once or twice.

Shu Le's ability to remember people has never been good, so he gave up after two more glances.

He reached out to push the man's chest, and joked with a smile: "I think you look very good, you are very suitable to be a star, hiccup..."

Shu Le half covered his mouth and burped slightly, his voice becoming softer due to the alcohol.

Seeing that the man was still looking straight at him with his head down, Shu Le finally couldn't resist, and looked away unnaturally: "Hey, you know I'm the director and you're still so close, be careful I'm unspoken rules for you... ...my penis is huge..."

"is it?"

The man who was about to be on top of Shu Le smiled, he stretched out his hand, and hugged Shu Le, who was already fainted, together with the wine bottle in his hand, "Then let's compare who's bigger, shall we? "

The author has something to say: Pei Shaozhi: Do you really want to rule me unspoken?I'm so excited, I'm already posing!

Lele: ...emmmmmm...

Shang Jue:? ? ? ? ? ? WTF? ? ? ? ?Where is my knife? ? ?

Lele: I'm afraid your knife is not long enough...