Mr. Yan, break up

Guided by the girl, Song Chuan walked all the way to the door of the box. This floor is full of luxurious boxes, which are only for the rich to have fun.There are six doors on the left and right of this corridor, and anyone who walks out of any door has the ability to close the bar and go bankrupt with a single sentence.

Even the waiters who can enter this floor are old people who have been in the bar for several years. They can speak well and don't have the arrogance of newcomers.

Frankly speaking, even if you can be stepped on by others as a plaything, you will not resist, and you can stick to it with a smiling face.

Song Chuan has been on the first floor and has never been here before, but it doesn't mean he doesn't know.

But... money comes fast here.

He heard from the "old men" in the bar that if he stayed on this floor once, he could get at least 10,000+.

What is the amount of 10,000+? It is his salary for half a year.

Across the first floor of doors, Song Chuan could hear the man inside laughing, accompanied by the woman's shrill heckling.

The hand he wanted to push the door rested on the doorknob, and his heart trembled suddenly: "Who is there?"

The girl who led him here glanced at him, but didn't answer his question directly, and said with a sneer, "Even if you know who it is, so what, can you refuse?"

Song Chuan was dumbfounded.

Although he didn't stay here for a long time, he knew it well.

In this profession, he has no right to refuse.

Even if he was raped and drunk, he didn't have any right to refuse.

On the first floor, he can escape with a few words, because even the manager and other employees will help him smooth things over because of his good looks, but no one here can help him.

The girl saw his hesitation, and she was already familiar with the strangeness, and she didn't show any pity, she just looked down at him: "If you don't go in, he might not be able to hold on."

"Who can't hold it?"

A man reeking of alcohol and tobacco came out of a box next to him, and he hooked the girl into his arms without any hassle. The girl's disgusted expression disappeared in a flash, and she clung to his arms obediently.The girl didn't explain to him anymore, she just pouted at the door and gave him a pitiful look.

Song Chuan stayed alone for a long while, when there was a sudden burst of laughter and booing from inside the door, Song Chuan instinctively felt that the object of this booing should be the "he" the girl was talking about.

As soon as he entered the door, there was a strong smell of cigarettes, mixed with the soaring smell of alcohol, which made Song Chuan cough twice.The lights in the room are dim, and the big-screen TV on the wall is the only light source in the room. The lights are dim and flickering, and you can barely see a group of people around the wine table in front of the TV. A man in waiter clothes is half kneeling on the ground, Facing the row of wine glasses in front of him.

The TV lights were flickering, and Song Chuan couldn't see clearly from a distance, but the half-kneeling waiter looked familiar.He walked through a short corridor. There were many men and women in the room. Most of the men were wearing suits and shirts, or expensive luxury brands. It could be seen that all of them were of high status and young age. It seemed to be a gathering of the rich second generation.Seeing him coming in, they all looked at him one after another, yelling loudly, and some even showed malicious smiles.

The waiter half kneeling in front of the table also turned his head to look at the crowd's booing, and was startled when he saw his face: "Brother Song?"

"Luo Yan?"

Is this skinny boy kneeling on the ground Luo Yan or who?

Song Chuan could see what they were doing, the evil taste of the rich, forcing Luo Yan, a young boy who had just turned full, to drink, but still put a row full of wine.

The two cups at the top of the row were already empty, Luo Yan's face could be seen turning red even under the dazzling TV light.

"Song...Brother Song." Luo Yan forced a smile at him, the boy's lips were trembling, and his legs were trembling.

"stand up!"

Luo Yan was pulled up from the ground by Song Chuan, and the few who wanted to coax him saw this, and were a little displeased: "What are you doing, what's wrong with drinking a few sips of wine, and the master didn't do anything to him."

Luo Yan took Song Chuan's hand, telling him not to stand out, and smiled at those rich second generations: "Brother, I can drink."

Song Chuan squeezed out and smiled: "My brother is still young, he has never drunk."

"He hasn't drunk it, so you can drink it." A moderate voice sounded from behind the crowd, low and a little hoarse.

Hearing this voice, Song Chuan felt his blood froze. Even though he was in the room with the air conditioner turned on at the most suitable temperature, his blood was getting cold uncontrollably.He looked over in disbelief, and the crowd that was still surrounding him automatically moved out of the way.

At the end of his line of sight was a long sofa, and several bar girls sat around several men on the sofa.

But in the most central position, a man looked indifferently, looking at the laughing men and women in front of him, the flickering lights of the TV hit his face, the light was changing, but his cold and indifferent expression remained unchanged.That's how he is, even in this filth, he is still the same forever lonely, as if there is an invisible barrier between him and the surrounding world.

When Yan Jingting saw him, he was also taken aback for a moment, and the girl with big waves beside him took the opportunity to get close to him, her arms were like a snake's body, weak and boneless, wrapping around Yan Jingting's neck.Yan Jingting visibly froze for a moment, and frowned, his first reaction was to push her hand away but he made a bend and wrapped his arms around Da Bolang's waist.

Da Bolang was ecstatic, thinking that he had caught Mr. Yan's eyes by virtue of his looks, and had gotten close to the benefactor.

Deliberately approaching Yan Jingting, glanced at Song Chuan, and said to Yan Jingting in a low voice: "This is a newcomer. He is good-looking, so he was sent to the front to be a waiter. It seems that he is short of money, and he gets a commission from wine sales."

Liquor commission?

Song Chuan was so short of money.

However, even if he was so short of money, he would not accept his own money.

Just hate yourself so much?

And Song Chuan was even more depressed at this time, Yan Jingting, why is it Yan Jingting again, will he never be able to hide from this man in his life?

Song Chuan didn't know what he should do to completely sever ties with this man.

Why does he always appear when he is in the most embarrassing situation, without a trace of mercy, watching him suffer with cold eyes, and then kick him hard, kicking him into the endless abyss.

With just one sentence, he can close the bar, or Song Chuan can pack up his things and leave here.

At this time, Yan Jingting was like a king, looking down at Song Chuan, a pawn who had no ability to resist at all.Enjoying the taste of playing with people in the palm of your hand and being able to kill them at will.

He just can't hide in his life?

Song Chuan looked at the beautiful girl beside him, but didn't make a sound.Yan Jingting looked at him, but sneered: "Are you so short of money? Do you do any job?"

Song Chuan pursed his lips, met his indifferent eyes, and retorted: "It's nothing, at least I earn my own money, and I don't rely on others' charity."

The girl was sandwiched between the two, watching them go back and forth, not knowing why, she pretended to be naive and stuck to Yan Jingting's ear, annoyed: "Boss Yan knows him?"

Yan Jingting's eyes were gloomy, and his lips curled up: "I know, very familiar."

"Extremely familiar?"

"Yes," Yan Jingting looked at Song Chuan with interest gradually, "I'm so familiar with him that I know every minute and every inch of him..."

"Yan Jingting!" Song Chuan said angrily, "Can you shut up!"

Yan Jingting was beaten back, but he was not angry, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is this how you treat the guests?"

Song Chuan lowered his voice and swallowed the pent-up breath in his chest: "I'm sorry."

Yan Jingting looked at Song Chuancong's almost desperate expression, and curled his lips in satisfaction. He looked at Song Chuan with an unconcealable sarcasm. Holding a goblet in his hand, he touched Song Chuan to the void, repeating Said: "Don't interrupt the conversation, he won't drink, then you drink."

A man who was staggering from drinking came over, his red hair was very eye-catching, he held out the wine glass to Song Chuan's eyes:

"drink."

Song Chuan accompanied him with a smiling face: "I'm sorry, I still have work, so I can't drink..."

Hongmao looked at him and spat: "Can't drink? Can't drink? What kind of wine are you selling here? Look, this is called selling wine!"

As he spoke, he handed the wine glass to Luo Yan, who pushed Song Chuan behind him, trying to block Song Chuan with his thin body.

He answered it readily, and Song Chuan grabbed his hand: "Don't."

Luo Yan looked at him and forced a smile: "Brother, I need money."

The young man smiled reluctantly, with tears in his eyes, Song Chuan was stunned by this sentence.

He needs money, and he needs money.

How many of those who can come here are not because of lack of money?

Before Song Chuan could speak again, he raised his head and downed the glass. Because he drank too fast, tears came out of his eyes, and there were red circles.

The red hair was very happy, and directly ordered someone to bring the money, and a few red bills were thrown in front of Luo Yan. Luo Yan's drowsy eyes were straightened when he saw the bright red bills.

"One drink, ten." Hongmao glanced at Song Chuan and continued to talk to Luo Yan.

This was the first time Luo Yan saw such a scene, he gritted his teeth and took another drink.

Sure enough, Hong Mao pulled out ten more.

The others were obviously not limited to this level of persuasion, Hong Mao directly put the wine glasses in a row in front of him, a total of ten glasses: "Drink it, one hundred thousand."

Luo Yan had already drank so much that he didn't know where to go, his whole face was burned up to his neck, and he was about to reach out to drink again, but Song Chuan blocked his hand: "I'll do it for him."

Seeing this, Hong Mao booed loudly: "Okay, you come."

Song Chuan glanced at Yan Jingting, his eyes were so cold that people couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.Song Chuan picked up the wine on the table, raised his head and drank a glass, his throat moved, and the end of his eyes was stained a little crimson, dazzling red.Yan Jingting's Adam's apple moved up and down, watching a drop of wine leak from Song Chuan's lips, and the wine slipped down his slender and fair neck, hiding in the darkness.

Yan Jingting let out an irritable "tsk".

Why didn't I realize that he was so beautiful?