Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

As soon as Wang Miao, with a bruised nose and swollen face, came to the store, he was immediately dragged into the box by the director who had been waiting for a long time. According to the rules of the store, Wang Miao would be deducted 500 yuan from his salary this time. If Xu Ziling hadn't been trying to stop Wang Miao's life, he would have been punished by multiplying it by five times. In the end, Xu Ziling paid the money to the director to settle the matter. Turn the page.

Wang Miao limped and hid in his own small corner wisely. He leaned against the wall with his slightly injured shoulder, lowered his head, found Xu Ziling's WeChat and transferred the money to him. Wang Miao turned off the phone and leaned against the wall. Slowly slid down to the ground, how many people can survive in a team charge after being tired, hungry and pained, he is 20 years old this year, he is a child to the letter, he thought that if someone could come to comfort him at this time, he would give up Give him everything in return.

Unfortunately, no, rich people are busy coaxing their lovers, and those without money are sweating on the dance floor. No one cares about an inconspicuous little kid.

"Crack", Wang Miao lit a lighter and refilled a cigarette. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He bit the butt of the cigarette and shook his head from side to side. Then he looked up at the bright mirrored ceiling. People with bruised noses and swollen faces are extraordinarily funny.

Wang Miao moved his throat and finally burst out laughing. He was still alive, and life still had to go on. Wang Miao stood up little by little biting his teeth, trying to make himself walk decently under the light.

"Get a glass of ice water." Wang Miao pushed to the bar.

"Hey, why are you out of shape?" The bartender's surname is Cheng. He has a good relationship with Wang Miao, but he is too lazy to participate in the big and small things in the store.

"I fell it myself." Wang Miao lay down on the bar counter listlessly.

"Those who rely on their face to eat don't pay attention, walk carefully." Cheng Tiao didn't listen to Wang Miao's request, and took a glass of warm water for Wang Miao. He wiped the glass slowly, glanced at Wang Miao and sighed, "Find a serious job." No, suffer here, I have a friend who owns a restaurant and there is a lack of waiters, the salary is not as high as here, but at least you can say it, do you think about it?"

"Wait for two days, thank you." Wang Miao touched the cup wall, without the expected ice hand, he smiled silently.

"Wang Miao!" Xu Ziling ran over panting. He looked at Wang Miao's face left and right, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt much, what's the matter?" Wang Miao asked while avoiding Xu Ziling's hand.

"Someone is looking for you, thank you Cheng Tiao for a glass of ice water." Xu Ziling patted his chest and panted heavily.

"Who is it?" Wang Miao opened WeChat, but did not see any appointment information.

"I don't know him, but he was there when Young Master Jiang came. He said his surname is Fu." Xu Ziling drank the ice water in one go.

"Fu Xizhou?" Wang Miao said, he could not afford to offend the master, so he could only push Xu Ziling and compromise, "Take me there."

Fu Xizhou's family is very prominent, but he himself is not as motivated as Jiang Lin. After returning from studying in Europe, he has been eating and waiting to die. The second-generation ancestor recognized by the high-level circles in Pingcheng is narrow-minded. If he has any advantages, it is probably Having learned the romanticism of foreigners, he has had unrequited love for Chu Jiachen for many years, even after he became Jiang Lin's lover.

Maybe it's because Wang Miao has a face that is very similar to Chu Jiachen, but he does things that are self-deprecating and self-deprecating. It's not once or twice that Fu Xizhou blatantly teased him, and it probably won't be a good thing this time.

"He's on the second floor, you go up." Xu Ziling patted Wang Miao on the shoulder, "I think he came here after drinking, you can be smart, bear with it if you have to, don't be stupid, we can't mess with young masters like them. started."

"Hmm." Wang Miao stepped up the stairs anxiously. The second floor is reserved for big customers who spend a lot of time. There are many security guards, and people without membership cards can't come up at all. Not only does Wang Miao think that if he has an accident on it What can I do.

"Why so slow, I can't control you, can I?" Fu Xizhou, who had been waiting for a long time, was extremely impatient.

"Sorry." Wang Miao didn't know what kind of medicine Fu Xizhou sold in the gourd, so he leaned against the door and dared not go forward.

"Come here, have a drink with me, how's your alcohol tolerance?" Fu Xizhou waved to Wang Miao.

"It's okay." Wang Miao knelt in front of Fu Xizhou across the table. Fortunately, the carpet was soft and wouldn't hurt the wound on his knee.

"Hey, can you tell me what's wrong with Jiang Lin? You're all so bewildered by him." Fu Xizhou took a sip of his wine, he lowered his head to resist the force of the drink, and asked viciously.

"Ah, ha, ah." Wang Miao didn't dare to answer these words, he raised his glass and sipped, just pretending to be a fool.

"Xiao Chu, Chu Jiachen, how much money I spent on him and how righteous I was to him, he said that I am a good brother." Fu Xizhou shook his head and smiled wryly, "Jiang Lin doesn't spend a single penny. , Chu Jiachen is still begging for nothing to follow him, why bother?"

"Yeah, yeah." Wang Miao turned his eyes away from Fu Xizhou, and drank on his own. He was not stupid, no matter how he answered, it seemed that he was not a human being inside and out, so he didn't touch this bad luck.

"Hey, you've been with Jiang Lin for so long, has he ever bought you anything?" Fu Xizhou asked.

"No." Wang Miao answered crisply.

"I really don't know where I lost to Jiang Lin. He is rich and I have money. I have money. Do you know that today I took Xiao Chu to eat, and Xiao Chu kept talking about Jiang Lin, which made me angry I didn't eat any of it." Fu Xizhou drank a glass of wine and loosened his tie.

"We have food and a menu here. If you don't have food in your stomach, you will hurt your stomach if you drink alcohol. What do you think, Mr. Fu?" Speaking of Wang Miao, he became interested, and Fu Xizhou counted money on himself for every item he consumed.

"Order, all of them." Fu Xizhou was lying on the sofa clutching the cup.

"Come on." Wang Miao opened the intercom, "Young Master Fu's room, fry up a book."

"Hey, don't you think I'm very pitiful, Wang Miao, I've been reduced to talking about my heart with a bastard like you." Fu Xizhou sighed.

"My stuff is good. My stuff like this has a bad memory. You finished talking happily, but I didn't remember anything after listening to it. How happy we are." Wang Miao counted his commission with his head down. , the tone is much lighter.

"Fuck." Fu Xizhou lay down on the table and looked at Wang Miao's face carefully. He pinched the bruise on Wang Miao's face and twisted hard, "Why is it so disfigured? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

"I fell, I fell, it hurts, my ears hurt when I pulled it." Wang Miao was still laughing, but two lines of tears came out in the blink of an eye.

"Does it hurt more when you play with Jiang Lin?" Fu Xizhou laughed haha. He knew Jiang Lin's temper, he was a hypocrite, and he was reluctant to use the posture he liked on Xiao Chu. He probably wanted to vent to this kid.

"It hurts." Wang Miao held on.

"You're dead, you still hurt, are you lying to ghosts?" Fu Xizhou let go of his hand and patted Wang Miao's face.

"You try?" Wang Miao lay on the ground and tore off his shirt. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. The least valuable thing he had was flesh and blood. He only hoped that Fu Xizhou would be a silver pewter gun head. Use it, and you can suffer less.

"Rely on what?" The place where Wang Miao was exposed was not white and smooth as Fu Xizhou imagined, but was full of criss-cross whip marks and smoke scars. Fu Xizhou was a little stunned.

"There will always be some people offended, and there will always be difficult masters." Wang Miao replied lightly without raising his eyelids.

Fu Xizhou lay on the bed and slept deeply, while Wang Miao took care of himself in the bathroom. He looked at his body in the mirror, and it was really not a "juvenile beauty". It was easy to see the criss-crossing of the ribs. Wang Miao smiled and wiped away the water stains on his hair. He felt that he was about to die, and his whole body exuded a rotten smell.

"Hiss, huh—" Wang Miao threw himself into the sofa and nestled, he rarely shared the bed with others, and either left immediately afterwards, or curled up on the sofa.

He admitted that he hadn't read much, and he didn't have the illusory "temperament" that those people said in his mouth. He was not as generous and decent as Chu Jiachen. Everyone loved him, and even Fu Xizhou called him "Xiao Chu" just now. But he couldn't understand, he had already fled in the chaotic relationship of these people, why they still didn't let him go.

Wang Miao felt aggrieved for no reason. He put out the cigarette and buried his face in his knees. It was very uncomfortable to maintain such a posture for the body that had just been tossed, but only this kind of discomfort could make Wang Miao feel real.

Fu Xizhou, who woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, wanted Wang Miao to pour a glass of water, but the hand he patted beside him was in vain. He sat up suddenly, and saw Wang Miao curled up like a baby on the sofa under the moonlight. Fu Xizhou's heart ached. Suddenly he was suffocated, and an inexplicable feeling permeated his heart, by accident, Fu Xizhou approached Wang Miao and patted him: "Why are you sleeping here?"

Wang Miao opened his eyes in a daze, thinking how the real Fu Xizhou would come to ask himself, it must be a dream, Wang Miao smiled, closed his eyes again and curled up: "Go away, you people don't have a good thing. "

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Fu Xizhou wanted to laugh at Wang Miao's words. He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and sat down opposite Wang Miao.

"To be honest, Fu Xizhou, Jiang Lin, Chu Jiachen, Nan Xun, and that Liu Menglong are not good people." Wang Miao muttered endlessly, "They all bully people."

"Why did you bully you, tell me." Fu Xizhou raised Erlang's leg and lit a cigarette.

"Beating, swearing, and bullying, especially Fu Xizhou, I wish him a lonely life, hahahaha——" Wang Miao's voice gradually dropped, "I want to save face, I also have a name, I don't call you a bitch, Not Xiaochu, my name is Wang Miao, Wang Miao, Wang..."

"Miao." Fu Xizhou turned away, staring at the moon outside the window in a daze.