The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Shen Moyan arrived at the Azure Clubhouse, An Jia was already standing at the door waiting, and when she saw him coming, she nodded respectfully and said with a helpless smile, "I'm really sorry for making you come so late."

"It's okay, where's Wang Ye?" It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the wind was blowing loudly at night, and he was about to walk inside before he had time to rest, his eyes were full of anxiety and worry.

"I'll take you to the private room right away..." An Jia led him into the clubhouse in relief. When he reached the door of a certain room, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said apologetically, "Since Mr. Wang knew your identity, , I have been depressed all the time, and I was seriously ill before, so if Wang Dong said or did anything to you later, please bear with me and follow him as much as possible."

"I know." Shen Moyan knew very well in his heart that he was the culprit who caused the other party to change like this, and he deserved to clean up this mess now.

"Well, please come in." An Jia obediently raised the corners of her lips, and stretched out her hand to open the door of the private room.

Smelly....

The smell of vomit mixed with alcohol and cigarettes made Shen Moyan subconsciously cover his nose and look at An Jia in surprise.

"At first I wanted to go in and clean it up, but Director Wang didn't let anyone get close, so it happened like this." He could clearly feel the black line on An Jia's forehead, as if this big trouble could finally be left to others.

"Boss Shen, the car is waiting for you outside, please feel free." After saying this, the little girl stomped on her high heels and slipped away.

Shen Moyan sighed, feeling angry and laughing as he walked into the private room. Wang Ye was already drunk to the point of unconsciousness, and collapsed on the leather sofa. Spilled wine and vomit were everywhere in the carpet.

"Who? Who came in? Who the hell asked you to come in!" Wang Ye seemed to have noticed the movement, his eyes were so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still yelled in the direction of the door: "Get out! Did you hear me! I call you Get out! You don’t even want to do it anymore, do you?”

He didn't speak, but quietly moved a little closer to this person, squatting down to take a closer look at Wang Ye's appearance, even the brows trembled uncontrollably.

"Hey! What are you pretending to be dead?! Don't talk!" Wang Ye didn't know who the person was, but kept roaring with his eyes closed, like a wounded little animal, huddled in a corner and whimpered alone, regardless of whether the people passing by All good intentions are subconsciously hostile.

Shen Moyan laughed lightly, and he didn't even realize how gentle the smile was. He carefully put down the wine bottles on the sofa and roughly counted them. It is estimated that the young master really drank a lot tonight.

He picked up the coat that Wang Ye took off next to him and wanted to put it on for the other party first, but in a moment his hand was grabbed by a warm feeling. He looked back, but it was Wang Ye who was holding her tightly, his eyes were closed all the time, and did not open .

"Who are you?" Wang Ye asked, his voice no longer had the initial rage.

Shen Moyan didn't say a word, but sat down beside him to listen to what the other party had to say.

"Why don't you talk?" Wang Ye frowned suspiciously, but he was obviously very sleepy, and his body subconsciously approached a warm place, curled up in one place, and even his tone was vague: "Why are you like him... ...don't talk..."

"An Jia said that I asked him to come and see me when I was sick." Wang Ye paused, as if trying to suppress his sobs, and pretended to be relaxed, "But that person doesn't care whether I live or die, but I don't care either."

"He's a monster anyway..." he added.

Shen Moyan's palm, which was about to stroke his hair, froze, but he retracted with a wry smile, and listened to him quietly.

"Are you a man?" Wang Ye said without thinking, and for some reason muffled a smile and said, "Didn't they tell you that I like playing with men?"

Do you...do you like it... Shen Moyan lowered his eyes, unable to say a word.

"I used to like women. I liked them very much. I have never played with any kind of women." Wang Ye said with a childlike show off in his tone, but when it fell into his ears, it hurt like a needle prick.

"But now I don't like it anymore..." Wang Ye seemed to be falling asleep, and his voice could not be heard clearly.

"Why do I know he's a monster...know he lied to me...but still can't forget?" he muttered, seeming confused to himself.

"I clearly...hate him...really hate him..." Wang Ye leaned against him and began to sob uncontrollably, as if he had been greatly wronged: " He lied to me...he lied to me from beginning to end...he never loved me...I hate him so much...I hate him so much..."

"Wild..." Shen Moyan still couldn't help brushing his black hair, his heart was densely filled with sorrow.

"You smell so good...it smells like his..." Wang Ye closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, the corners of which were still moist.

"If only you were him, it would be great if you could stay by my side like this...don't leave...and don't say those hurtful words...just like now...it's already good. …”

After saying this, Wang Ye fell asleep completely, and the sound of his even breathing flowed quietly in the private room, which was very peaceful and warm.

Shen Moyan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hands to hug the man lightly, not daring to make any big noises, wrapped his coat around the man's body, fearing that the cold wind outside would blow in and make Wang Ye sick again.

Going outside, An Jia seemed very surprised to see that he was hugging her boss, but it took only a moment to realize that she quickly opened the car door and let Shen Moyan put Wang Ye in, then turned around and bowed respectfully: "I'm really sorry It should have caused you a lot of trouble just now."

After finishing speaking, An Jia took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him, and Shen Moyan realized belatedly that the clothes were slightly stained with wine and were not very clean.

"Thank you," he nodded politely, and wiped away the stains from the paper towel, but didn't know what to do next.

"Wang Dong misses you very much." An Jia's tone was not blaming, as if she was just reporting to work routinely.

"He's not doing well these days, except he's sick and sad." The girl sighed, not knowing if it was appropriate for her to say this: "Boss Shen, I don't know what happened to you, and why you concealed your identity , What is the purpose of approaching Wang Dong?"

Shen Moyan raised his eyes to look at the girl in surprise, his obviously young face was full of the clear reason of the bystanders: "But I don't think these are important, the important thing is that Wang Dong has been unhappy since he met you, but the whole person is not happy. is alive."

"If you have some true feelings for him, why bother to push him into the abyss again." After An Jia said this, she felt that it was too much to say, and bowed respectfully and smiled: "You have worked hard today, and I will go back earlier have a rest."

Shen Moyan nodded blankly, watching the other party get into the car and drift away in the night, until the darkness finally blurred his vision, he finally felt that this winter night was really cold.

Indeed, it was cold.