Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

Wang Miao never dared to expect to see Jiang Lin again, let alone reunited with him on such an occasion, with such a shameful identity, Wang Miao wondered if he saw his dissolute appearance just now, no Knowing how much he saw if he saw it, all he wanted to do at this moment was to slip into the carnival crowd and escape.

Even after breaking up for many years, when facing Jiang Lin, he always has a low self-esteem and fear that cannot be shaken off.

Wang Miao wanted to escape, but some people didn't want to spare him. They insisted on taking Jiang Lin to see carefully. When he was dating Jiang Lin in the past, many people in the circle felt sorry for Jiang Lin, especially Jiang Lin's friends. Most of them were holding back bad water to mess with him, but at that time, Jiang Lin's embarrassment made it difficult to understand, so how could they let them easily let it go when they got the opportunity.

"Wang Miao!" Fu Xizhou grabbed Wang Miao's wrist who had turned around.

"Young Master Fu." The strength on his wrist was not light, and Wang Miao, who was wearing revealing clothes and heavy make-up, knew that he couldn't run away, so he could only bow his head and keep laughing with him.

"Jiang Lin, look, it's your ex, dressed so coquettishly!" Fu Xizhou grabbed Wang Miao's wrist, and he yelled gleefully at Jiang Lin's ear.

"Brother Xizhou, who is he?" Chu Jiachen hugged Jiang Lin's arm like a demonstration, and asked Fu Xizhou on tiptoe.

"Tool man." Jiang Lin took a look at Wang Miao, and the cheap aura coming to his face, especially his face somewhat similar to Xiao Chu's, made Jiang Lin frowned in disgust.

"He looks like me!" Chu Jiachen shook Jiang Lin's arm.

"Let me introduce you, he is Wang Miao, Pingcheng Duck King!" Fu Xizhou shouted at the top of his voice.

"Let's go." Jiang Lin glanced at Wang Miao, took out a few red bills from his wallet and threw them on Wang Miao as if humiliated, and then he yelled in Chu Jiachen's ear.

"Hmm!" Chu Jiachen nodded sharply.

"It's boring!" Fu Xizhou shook off Wang Miao's wrist, and raised his hand to pinch his waist a few times.

"Hey!" Wang Miao didn't dare to shake his face, even though he was in pain, he still had a smile on his face.

"Get out." Fu Xizhou punched Wang Miao on the shoulder, regardless of whether his small body could hold it back.

Wang Miao staggered when he was pushed, so he simply asked himself to sit on the ground. He clenched a few red notes tightly in his hand, staggered to his feet, and fled. Wang Miao's encounter happened within ten minutes. It was spread all over the store, but there were more jokes and less sympathy. Everyone went to the rivers and lakes to make money. Wang Miao's "business" ability is too high, so he will inevitably provoke many enemies. Staying in the store is tantamount to asking for trouble. Taking advantage of the rare rest time set out in the schedule, Wang Miao hurriedly ran to the dressing room to peel off the skin on his body, and sneaked out of the store through the back door.

The young masters who had customers were all chatting with the gold master in the venue, but they were a minority after all. Most of them would contact customers with their mobile phones in the back of the store against the autumn wind. The supper was crossed out, and one hundred squats and push-ups were added. Due to the heavy pressure of life, few young masters raised their heads, and Wang Miao was less stared at because of this.

Huh, Wang Miao lit a cigarette for himself, and the pungent and choking taste of inferior tobacco permeated his body, which somewhat relieved Wang Miao's embarrassment and panic just now, Wang Miao shook his neck and tightened it because he was wide In the sweater that was leaking, he flicked the cigarette ash and then buried his head in his knees, browsing Weibo in this awkward posture.

In terms of mood, Wang Miao is actually very depressed. He has no face and no skin, but it doesn't mean he won't feel uncomfortable. He was not as good as Chu Jiachen in the past. I have a face similar to his, but the ugly duck is still an ugly duck after all, but fortunately he has made a lot of money today, even though he has no customers tonight, it is easy to explain to the venue, gratifying, congratulations, thinking of Here Wang Miao took a big drag on the butt of the cigarette, the excessive nicotine made him dizzy.

"Huh." Wang Miao flicked off the cigarette butt, turned off the phone, tilted his head against the railing, exhaled a long stream of smoke, stared at a floor tile in front of him in a daze, thinking that the last time he saw Jiang Lin, he seemed to be the same Such embarrassment, it was also at a grand carnival party, but Chu Jiachen was the protagonist at that time, he was just a clown, a toad who wanted to eat swan meat, now the scene reappears, the protagonist is true, but he Still the toad who only wants to eat swan meat.

Wang Miao scratched his head, as if he would always be a buffoon in front of Jiang Lin. Thinking of this, Wang Miao opened the cigarette case again and smoked a cigarette in his mouth. He rubbed his hands and put them back into his pockets.

Zhao Kai's different feelings for Wang Miao began with this one glance tonight. Wang Miao was very thin, and the dim streetlights stretched his back for a long time. The origin makes people want to protect.

"Are you working here, brother?" By accident, Zhao Kai moved and sat next to Wang Miao, shaking the wine glass in his hand nervously.

"Well, go to work." Wang Miao, who was still immersed in inferiority complex, couldn't maintain that exaggerated smile, and just replied softly.

"Then what do you do, is it marketing?" Although Wang Miao responded coldly, Zhao Kai was still looking for topics.

"I'm not, I'm the young master." Wang Miao paused, and smiled embarrassingly.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhao Kai was a little disappointed when he learned about Wang Miao's occupation.

"No guests, let's go in to get in the way." Zhao Kai didn't look like a son of a rich family, chatting with Wang Miao was much more casual with him, he put on his hood and hid his small face in the shadows.

"It's my first time here." Zhao Kai scratched his head, "There are usually so many people here, today it's so crowded."

"There are too many people in normal times. What's the fun in the nightclub, and it's not good to consume expensive wine." Wang Miao squinted his eyes and exhaled the smoke. He turned on his phone and replied to the WeChat message that he didn't have time to reply just now.

"But you guys look good." Zhao Kai cleared his throat and kept peeking at Wang Miao's face.

"Two years, a little more than two years." Wang Miao couldn't laugh or cry, the provocative skills of the big boy next to him could only be described as unfamiliar.

"Can you also book a table?" Zhao Kai scratched his head again.

"It's not mandatory, but it's okay." Wang Miao put away the phone, shaking back and forth like clockwork.

"Then can I add a WeChat?" Zhao Kai's heart beat fast because he was afraid of Wang Miao's rejection.

"Okay." Wang Miao turned on the screen. In order to improve the expansion efficiency, he had already replaced the wallpaper with his own QR code. "My name is Wang Miao. If you come to play next time, you can find me directly."

"Okay!" Zhao Kai clicked on Wang Miao's circle of friends impatiently after adding Wang Miao's friend.

"Why don't you go in?" Wang Miao threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and stomped his feet.

"Oh, I'm waiting outside." Zhao Kai turned off the phone screen in a panic, and followed him to stand up.

"Then I'll go to work first, see you next time." Wang Miao waved with his back to Zhao Kai.

The store is still noisy, with deafening music, dazzling lights, people sticking very close to each other, dancing together on the dance floor, waving sweat and hormones like a madman, and the stress and unsatisfactoryness of the day are thrown away at this moment. The night will make people fall, and the reputation is well-deserved.

Wang Miao didn't squeeze into the crowd, he stood against the wall and smoked in a corner where the light was out of reach, and then looked at the flailing crowd in a daze, it was two o'clock in the morning, maybe two hours before he got off work.

On the biggest deck not far away, Chu Jiachen was shaking his head to the music, Jiang Lin was drinking with Fu Xizhou, Wang Miao controlled himself not to look, but he couldn't help it, so he had to hide again, keeping Jiang Lin far away Yes, but this time Wang Miao did not go to the back door, but went directly to the store door, found a place leeward and sat down, humming a tune that he forgot where he heard it, Wang Miao looked at his phone, and it was still time before he got off work. More than 100 minutes.

"Wang Miao!"

Wang Miao, who was called by his name, raised his head and saw the man clearly through the gap left by the hood. He was a young master like him, but his performance was worse than his. If he remembered correctly, this big boy seemed to be a young man. It's called Xu Ziling.

"Here." Wang Miao waved his hand.

"It's really cold." Xu Ziling squatted next to Wang Miao with a cup of milk tea in his hands. He was shivering from the autumn wind in his thin clothes.

"Have you made money?" Wang Miao jokingly brushed the hickey on Xu Ziling's neck.

"Well, I just came back, and I have to clock in." Xu Ziling took a sip of milk tea, took out two crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, and handed one to Wang Miao, "Why don't you go in, it's so cold outside."

"I don't have any guests, so I have no place to sit. Standing is in the way, so I'll wait here." Wang Miao took the cigarette, bowed his head and lit it, then bent his legs, and patted the ground with his feet intermittently.

"So what, I can't fire you. I'll buy a car if I have money." Xu Ziling squatted a little tired, and sat side by side with Wang Miao to watch the cars coming and going on the road in front of him.

"Oh." Wang Miao disagreed.

Every young master has his own customer group, noble son, rich second generation, or college students. Compared with the individual customers in the venue who come today and leave tomorrow, the talents in these customer groups are their parents. Wang Miao also has them, but Most of them are middle-aged people with special hobbies, or the difficult things left by the supervisor after picking out the popular young master. Wang Miao didn't dislike it and accepted them all. Although he was embarrassed at the time, the money afterwards was profitable. A handful of them.

He was in a hurry to spend money at that time, and he could bite even the toughest bones into pieces. Now that he has survived for many years, Wang Miao no longer cares about good or bad. In my eyes, there is nothing I can do. After Wang Miao is fired, who else can I dump the difficult customers? No one can afford to be held accountable by the signboard owners who smashed the storefront, so as long as Wang Miao is not too much, they have the right. When nothing happened, fortunately, this kid Wang Miao was in a daze except for playing with his mobile phone, so he didn't bother to care about him when he came and went.

"Do you want to drink?" Xu Ziling shook the milk tea cup.

"Don't drink, you'll gain weight." Wang Miao tilted his head against the wall, changed his posture and continued to look at the road.

"Damn it, you're called fat, like a skeleton." Xu Ziling muttered.

"It's good to have money." Out of nowhere, Wang Miao said this.

"That's right, I'll go in first, brother." Xu Ziling looked at his watch, raised his hand to pat the dirt on his buttocks, and rushed into the crowd like a rabbit and squeezed into the store door.

"Wang Miao, Wang Miao." An eager voice came from the headset.

"Got it." Wang Miao pressed the headset and replied lazily.

"Someone is looking for it!" The headset shouted vigorously.

"Got it, thank you." Wang Miao let go of the headset, and squeezed into the crowd to rush into the store.

[The author has something to say: Sprinkle flowers——]