And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

"Wen Gu, right? What the fuck is Wen Gu? Fake, high-minded, hypocritical, I'm the fucking benchmark in the industry!"

"He is not......"

Before Sheng Zhixin finished his rebuttal, several people who heard it echoed: "Yes, yes, Xiao Nie is the benchmark of the Chinese music scene!"

The boy standing on one side picked up the shards of the glass on the ground, and then retreated to stand by the door.

Sheng Zhixin's eyes fell on the door, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that these waiters are staying in the house to greet the guests, but in fact they seem to be guarding the door to prevent the people inside from running out.

"Xiao Sheng."

A hand landed on Sheng Zhixin's shoulder and slid down vaguely: "Do you know what I do?"

Sheng Zhixin was really disgusted, and moved aside unobtrusively: "Xiao Nie always makes music."

"what."

Nie Yingzhe smiled with a cigarette in his mouth: "Making music is to let go and play, isn't it?"

People around nodded in agreement.

"If you don't play with women and men, how can you make music?"

He snorted, poured a full glass of wine and handed it to Sheng Zhixin: "So the songs written by him are so hard/hard/hard/that I can't get up!"

Sheng Zhixin frowned when he heard his vulgar words.

This was the first time he participated in a gathering of this nature, and in less than 10 minutes, he already fully understood what Lin Monai's "hidden rules" were.

Holding the cup in his hand, Sheng Zhixin felt like he was holding a time bomb, which would explode at any time.

He quietly reached into his pocket, touched a recording pen, and pressed the switch.

If something irresistible really happened, maybe this recording pen would be his last weapon.

Sheng Zhixin has been a pessimist since he was a child, and he can't help but think of the worst in everything. Looking at it now, this habit might really save his life.

"Drink," Nie Yingzhe squinted at him, "Why don't you drink?"

"I don't know how to drink, I get drunk when I drink."

Sheng Zhixin smiled at Nie Yingzhe, his heartbeat kept beating in his chest.

As expected, Nie Yingzhe's face darkened: "Don't drink? Don't give me face?"

"No, Brother Nie, I really don't know how to drink."

"Xiao Sheng."

Nie Yingzhe suddenly put down his gloomy expression and put on an amiable smile. The restless hand climbed up to his waist again, slowly rubbing it up and down.

"Did you know that when you have a party with your boss, everyone will drink?"

But there must be some people who don't drink it!

Sheng Zhixin just wanted to refute, but after seeing his eyes clearly, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Those eyes are horrible.

Perhaps the creators have a sensitive soul. When he looked into Nie Yingzhe's eyes, he felt as if he was looking into a deep black hole, and he couldn't see through the deep meaning inside.

"not me......"

"It's just fruit wine."

Nie Yingzhe frowned, leaned close to Sheng Zhixin's ear, and said softly, "Xiao Sheng, I don't want to embarrass you, and you don't want to embarrass me, okay?"

"That drama of yours, to be honest, is something that Cossack spends money to play with. Today, if you want to invest in the filming, you will shoot it. Tomorrow, if you don't want to invest in the filming, you will disband the crew. It's just for fun."

He snorted and took another puff of cigarette: "But follow me, I promise you can get good resources, believe it or not?"

The weird smell of smoke reappeared, making Sheng Zhixin's throat itch, and he almost spit it out. He threw his arm back without thinking, and barely stopped before hitting Nie Yingzhe's abdomen.

Can't be impulsive.

Sheng Zhixin raised the cup to his lips and glanced at Nie Yingzhe, only to see him staring at him without blinking.

How do those people who don't want to drink poisonous alcohol in TV dramas do it?

Sheng Zhixin wanted to review this particular passage, but his brain froze, and he couldn't remember it anyway.

He bit the bullet and slowly tilted the cup, his lips were stained with wine, but his teeth were tightly shut, becoming the last line of defense.

It seemed that he finally had a drink, so Nie Yingzhe smiled inexplicably, and turned to chat with Wang Chusheng.

good chance.

Sheng Zhixin moved the mouth of the cup slightly to the right, and with the help of the dim light, the liquid in the cup flowed onto the carpet exactly.

He looked down, and a dark stain appeared on the carpet, which seemed a little obvious.

But I can't control so much.

In this room, no matter who handed me something, no one could believe it.

Sheng Zhixin slightly turned his face to the side, looked at Zhuang Jie, only to find that a man was sitting beside this little junior brother at some point, and was about to reach out to hug him.

Zhuang Jie's face was full of shock, as if he didn't know why he became like this, he wanted to escape but didn't dare, so he could only stand in place.

Sheng Zhixin sighed secretly, his eyes fell on the door, and he began to wonder if he could run out.But those waiters clearly wanted to keep an eye on the people in the room, so none of them could sneak away.

I don't know if it's because there is no vent in the whole box, or because the rock music in the background makes people agitated, the longer Sheng Zhixin stays, the hotter he feels, which makes him have the urge to take off his coat.

But he glanced at Nie Yingzhe who was beside him, and finally suppressed his enthusiasm and continued to put his coat on his body.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and a waiter came in pushing a cart with a mask on his face.

"The main event is coming," Nie Yingzhe smiled, with his arms still around Sheng Zhixin's waist, "This time the goods are all good, let everyone have a look."

goods?

This word seemed to touch a certain nerve in Sheng Zhixin, causing all the nerves in his body to sound the alarm, screaming for him to run.

"Come on, open it and show it to the bosses."

The masked waiter slowly opened the lid covering the plate, revealing the true contents of the plate.

It's a handful of tinfoil, and a pinch of white/powder.

"Mr. Nie, what are you playing today?" Someone asked.

"There are children here today, let's play softly."

Nie Yingzhe laughed loudly, and reached out to take a strip of tinfoil first: "Today is the most common kind of L/S/D, don't worry, everyone."

After that, he pointed the strip of tinfoil to his nose and took a deep breath.

People around stretched out their hands to fetch white/powder and strips of tinfoil, Sheng Zhixin was completely stunned, not knowing what he should do.

If Nie Yingzhe's actions just now were considered within the "hidden rules" he understood, then everything in front of him has completely shut down his brain.

This is crowd smoking/drugs!It will be published on the rule of law page!

He swallowed, feeling really restless, and when he turned his head, he saw Nie Yingzhe leaning on the sofa cushion, looking at him with misty eyes, and a distorted smile appeared on his mouth: "Xiao Sheng, try, especially Comfortable."

The hot feeling on the body is worse than before.

Sheng Zhixin didn't dare to look at him, and just turned his head, but someone pinned the back of his neck.

"I'll fucking let you try," Nie Yingzhe pinched his neck fiercely, "Go, don't be shameless, who will show your aloofness?"

Sheng Zhixin groaned in pain, but still refused to reach out to the plate of white powder.

"You're not fucking happy, are you?"

Nie Yingzhe took a deep puff of his cigarette, his eyes were scarlet with fierceness.He crushed the freshly smoked cigarette on the back of Sheng Zhixin's neck, and the burning sensation pricked his skin instantly.

Sheng Zhixin couldn't hold back his cry, but he heard Nie Yingzhe's breathing seemed a little rough.

The man who was usually polite on TV and interviews wrapped his arms around his waist from behind like a beast, and kissed Sheng Zhixin's newly exposed skin with one mouth.

Sheng Zhixin seems to have returned to that summer again.

The rented room is stuffy and humid, and the cicadas outside are half dead.

The man slowly approached him, even the breath he exhaled was dirty.He also hugged Sheng Zhixin wantonly in his arms like this, and then said something softly, which made his stomach churn instantly, and he couldn't help retching.

But in just a few minutes, the box has turned into a hell.

Those little boys in tights were blindfolded, giggling and hugged by a bunch of old men who were bald, greasy, or potbellied. Seeing Sheng Zhixin felt uncomfortable, an evil fire was rampaging in his chest, as if he wanted to find A reasonable breakthrough to vent out.

Is this a live performance of the great harmony of multiple lives?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his chaotic brain, and he remembered the glass of wine that was poured out.

Sure enough, there was something in the wine.

It's just that he didn't expect the medicine to be so strong, but he just took a sip, coupled with the nauseating scene in front of him, he successfully ignited a fire.

Nie Yingzhe's actions became more and more wanton.He fumbled with his hands and pulled hard, and the fastened buttons were pulled from the skirt of his clothes.

It’s over.

Not only do you have to be raped, you might even be forced to be poisoned.

Now that he has seen all this, he does not believe that Nie Yingzhe will let him walk out of this box without any poison.But once you touch this kind of thing, your life will be over.

How to do?

Just when Sheng Zhixin finally decided to use violence to defend his dignity, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and there was a waiter standing at the door.

The waiter seemed to be used to the chaotic scenes here, and he only turned his attention to Nie Yingzhe: "Mr. Nie, there are some people outside the door who don't know their origins, and insist on seeing you."

"not see."

Nie Yingzhe was puffing out a cigarette, his eyes were clouded.

The waiter didn't seem to notice his terrifying eyes, and leaned down and whispered something in his ear.

"Fuck it, it's annoying."

Nie Yingzhe cursed dirty words, rubbed his hair, stepped on the carpet with bare feet and got off the sofa, turned Sheng Zhixin's face away: "Be good and wait for me to come back."

It will be strange when you come back.

Almost as soon as Nie Yingzhe went out, Sheng Zhixin immediately tied back the torn clothes, quietly got off the sofa, and picked up an overturned wine bottle.

Almost all the people in the room sucked the pinch of white/pink just now, their spirits were already extremely chaotic, and they staged an excellent "Spring/Palace/Picture" in the room as if no one was around.

Sheng Zhixin subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to collect evidence, but he just touched his pocket before realizing that the mobile phone had already been confiscated.

It seems to be to ensure the privacy of the guests, and it seems to be determined that if you are not exposed to drugs, you will not be able to leave the house, so the waiters standing at the door have already left at some point.

If you don't run now, you won't have a chance after a while.

Sheng Zhixin walked decisively and slowly to the door of the box. Just as he was about to press the doorknob, someone grabbed his leg.

He was startled, and turned around with the wine bottle in his hand to smash it down, but he heard a crying voice intermittently behind him.