divorce?Think beautifully!

Zhuang Zihao thought about Jiang Jiang's words for a long time.

He has been turning day and night upside down recently, and has been suffering from insomnia. Before going to sleep, he would drink a little white wine, lie on his back on the wicker chair on the balcony, half asleep and half awake, and sleep for a little while.

The restaurant's business has been booming recently, and a few children hired by him played on the most popular online platform, made a short video of his bartending process, and posted it on the Internet, causing people from all over the world to come here to see the style.

City Z was originally a tourist city, bustling and bustling, noisy at night, full of feasting, singing and dancing, and carnival.

He is wearing a simple white shirt and bartending at the bar, with a gentle smile, slender fingers, skilled movements and seductive eyes.

It caused a group of little girls to scream wildly outside.

"Xiao Shen," he felt a little troubled by the fanaticism of the crowd. After stepping off the stage, he helplessly called out his employee who loves to play short video platforms, and smiled slightly, "I was tricked by you today."

Although he is used to staying on the roof of the restaurant every night, he rarely comes down no matter how lively the downstairs is. He really has some headaches for these jumping young children.

This time, they were dragged down by coaxing and deceiving, but I didn't expect so many people to come.

"Boss," the young man refused to accept. He dug out the number of views of the video and pointed it out to him: "Look, how hot it is! Everyone came from afar because they wanted to watch you mix drinks. If you don't show up, everyone What a disappointment!"

"Besides, isn't this to solicit business for our store!"

The young man smiled and said: "The market has been bad this year, and it can't go on like this forever. Isn't this booming!"

The children all looked very excited, with expressions of asking for credit, Zhuang Zihao's heart skipped a beat.

They were still young, and their faces were full of hope and hope for the future, just like the newborn sun. Zhuang Zihao pursed his lips and smiled, with a gentle expression and a bit of approval in his eyes.

"good."

He didn't say that, in fact, he didn't care about whether the business was good or bad. The purpose of opening a restaurant was not to make money.

It's just that there's no need to spoil the fun.

The inside was bustling and bustling, but the outside was quieter. Zhuang Zihao squatted at the back door with a few young children. Xiao Shen took a cigarette and handed it to Zhuang Zihao.

"Hey! Forget it." Lao Yu, who was older next to him, waved his hand and hurried to stop him: "The boss has been taking medicine recently, so he has to quit smoking."

"what?"

The young man was a little embarrassed, stopped his hands, and scratched his head, "What... when did it happen? Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuang Zihao glanced at Old Yu calmly, and before Xiao Shen closed his hand, he took the cigarette away and sandwiched it between his index finger and middle finger, skillfully.

"What's the matter? Old Yu, don't curse me. Besides, I'm taking medicine? Why don't I know?" He smiled, with a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes, and waved to the young man, "Come on, give it to me." Point."

The young man hesitated for a moment, looked at Lao Yu, then at Zhuang Zihao, hesitating.

Lao Yu shook his head, exhaled a smoke ring, and snorted softly, "Boss, when Mr. Cheng leaves, tell us to watch over you!"

Zhuang Zihao snatched the lighter, lit it for himself, and threw it to Xiaoshen. He lifted the two steps down and sat on it.

He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. After sitting down, he rolled up his sleeve a little with one hand, and exhaled a long circle of smoke.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

As soon as I took a sip, I couldn't stop coughing.

The young man was a little at a loss, and looked at Old Yu as if asking for help, "Boss, he..."

Lao Yu pinched his cigarette, shook his head, and signaled him not to speak.

Zhuang Zihao coughed a little bit, shrugged his shoulders, pinched his cigarette, and didn't move any more.

He has become a little thinner recently, and the cuffs of his shirt look a little empty, and his face is often stained with a little sickly pale, which is quite fractal.

"fine."

After coughing, Zhuang Zihao waved his hands, squinted his eyes, and looked a little lazy, "Xiao Shen, go outside and have a look, what time is it?"

"Oh." The young man nodded, turned around and left.

Zhuang Zihao held his cigarette and took another puff. This time he didn't cough anymore, but he calmed down a bit, "Old Yu, those children are still young, so don't be too strict with them. As long as it's not a big deal, you can let them go." follow them."

The old man has been with him for some years, and he was silent for a while when he heard the words. After a long time, he replied, "Okay."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "The boss is still too soft-hearted."

Zhuang Zihao chuckled, suddenly thinking about this comment, how funny it is.

Is he softhearted?If you are really soft-hearted...would you still want that man to die?

"Boss, boss!"

All of a sudden, Xiao Shen rushed over and said excitedly, "Mr. Cheng is here! He's been looking for you outside!"

Zhuang Zihao's face was as calm as water, and he couldn't see any waves. He smiled lightly and replied, "Got it."

He patted the dust off his body and stood up.

At this moment, a scorching heat came from his fingertips, he looked down, frowned, some of them were burned, and he threw them away.

Because of his haste, when he walked forward, he swayed slightly and felt dizzy, but fortunately he was helped by Xiao Shen, who was beside him, and he managed to stand still.

"Thank you."

Zhuang Zihao tilted his head, lowered his eyes, and smiled a little, but his expression was more cold.

Xiao Shen froze for a moment.

Going around the hall, Zhuang Zihao went upstairs through the back door, as expected, Cheng Jing was already waiting.

"Where did you go?"

The man in the suit and leather shoes stretched out his hand to him with a smile, "Come here, let me see you."

Zhuang Zihao stepped forward, sat aside, and said calmly, "What's there to see? Isn't it always like this?"

"I'm thinner, and my complexion is not very good." Cheng Jing raised his eyebrows, "Have you been sick recently?"

"No," Zhuang Zihao rolled his eyelids, and said in a neutral tone: "I stayed up for a few more nights, dealing with Rick, you know me... Now they are all in Ai Ci, this is a perfect opportunity, There is no one, if you miss it, you don’t know when the next time will be.”

This sentence contains a lot of information, Cheng Jing really frowned upon hearing this, and thought for a moment: "Over there...Chu Heng?"

The relationship between the two of them is a bit strange to say, it's not like the usual Fa Xiao, and it's rare to get together on weekdays, but when they work together...they really have a way.

"Your tone..." Zhuang Zihao narrowed his eyes with a smile: "Do you look down on him?"

Cheng Jing quickly shook his head: "I didn't say that."

"That's what you mean in your heart." Zhuang Zihao hooked his hand: "Come here, let me make a bet with you, let you see what that guy is capable of."

"If you lose... I'll be at your mercy, it's... the mercy of the higher up."

He pointed to the bed, meaning something.