Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The other party's Chinese pronunciation is quite correct, and it can be said to be elegant, but there is a layer of coldness in his voice, as if he has heard it somewhere.

Song Zui's heart was inexplicably beating extraordinarily fast, as if the jade pendant under his clothes was also hot, and a small piece of skin felt burning.

Hearing this answer, he looked away from this splendid face, suppressed the doubts in his heart and said, "Excuse me."

He walked towards the bar with an empty wine glass in both hands, and suddenly a steady voice came from behind: "Children, don't drink."

His tone was like that of an elder, his footsteps paused on the ground, and he unconsciously agreed.

It was only after the boy walked back to the bar that he realized slowly, why did he agree to a stranger?He bit his water glass and couldn't think of the reason, but it could only be attributed to the fact that he had been obedient to the Xu family for too long.

And He Shanting stood quietly in place, the corners of his black windbreaker were blown by the night wind, and his tall figure cast a shadow on the ground.

He stared at the noisy bar as if thinking about something, his blue-gray eyes flickered under the street lamps, and finally put on earplugs and walked into the bar, as if he had stepped off a closed tower.

Yin Zihan sat on the seat in the music of Shaking Sky and talked about the mountains: "Do you know why there are so many models from Eastern Europe? After the collapse of the Soviet Union, the economic recession in Eastern Europe can only sell resources to survive, and each one is poorer than the other."

Most of the people talked face-saving, but when the young man walked in from the bar, everyone's eyes fell on Song Zui.

If you haven't seen it, it's hard to imagine that there is such a person who can attract everyone's attention just by sitting quietly in the corner, and the slender eyelashes cast a small shadow on the wheat-colored skin.

Yin Zihan sneered and said, "What's the use of studying hard in this society? The key is to be able to socialize and have connections. Going to college and making two more friends is more important than studying hard."

His eyes fixed on Song Zui: "Some people just sit and don't talk when they come out to socialize, wasting such a good platform as Shanghai University for nothing."

Wu Zhen, who was sitting next to the young man, nodded, listening to what Yin Zihan said was correct, Yin's father started a business from scratch in the Shanghai stock market, and it was obvious that Yin Zihan wanted Yin Zihan to meet friends at Shanghai University and graduate into business.

Although they studied in the Department of Physics, there are too few people who will continue their studies in the future, and most of them will change careers and enter the society. At this time, they have the advantage of being good at socializing.

It's just that Wu Zhen was talking about Song Zui no matter what he heard, the only boy who came to the bar with a book in his hand was a young man, and he never took the initiative to talk to others.

The teenager didn't realize that he was talking about himself, he lowered his head and ate what was served. He didn't come to the bar to socialize but just grab a cheap dinner.

Seeing Song Zui's silent expression, Yin Zihan heaved a sigh of relief. Having successfully recovered the scene, he made up his mind not to pay any attention to the boy.

When he was talking about skydiving in Queenstown, the boy took a truffle chocolate. When he mentioned that he bought an Audi, the boy took away the salmon sashimi. When he was recalling the beauty of the game, the boy calmly ate a plate of Argentine sweet shrimp. .

If Song Zui wasted food, he could still say a few words out loud, but the young man had no intention of stopping after eating two large plates slowly, even if he was not short of the money, his heart still hurts.

Yin Zihan could only change his previous thinking, and took the initiative to talk to him to try to slow down the other party: "Did you go out and see the models from Eastern Europe just now? The economy is bad and many people go to sea."

"Is it all from Eastern Europe?"

The boy looked up.

"Eastern Europe is so far away." Yin Zihan said with experience, "There are many people from Southeast Asia, and there are also many people with plastic surgery and mixed-race faces trying to get away with it."

Because a girl said in a low voice, "This kind of model is called a wild model in private, and it is often not only in a bar, where you buy expensive wine to get a commission, not only sitting on the stage, but also appearing on stage, almost all of them are at the entrance of the bar."

"Maybe not."

Song Zui stopped eating, wiped his lips with a tissue, and the outstanding face floated in front of his eyes: "I saw a mixed race at the door, he was well dressed, he should not be the wild model you mentioned. "

Although he never wastes time on clothes, after being with Xu Ning for a long time, he still knows about good clothes. Expensive clothes have different materials and fabrics.

"You know what to wear even if you're wearing a ragged shirt?" Yin Zihan didn't even think about arguing, "Besides, do you think people don't have any cost? It costs money to wear the whole thing. The wool comes from sheep, and you wear 100 yuan clothes Will it be the same price as wearing clothes worth 1 yuan?"

"The temperament is not very similar."

Even though he didn't talk too much, the young man was keenly aware of the calmness of the other party, unlike the wild model Yin Zihan said.

"Are you talking about temperament with me these days? Anyone who wears a famous brand has temperament." Yin Zihan said immediately, "By the way, students like you who don't have much money should not touch it. It's impossible to say that you will be cheated out of your living expenses all year round." .”

Although Yin Zihan's tone was firm and convincing, Song Zui still believed in his own feelings, and the person who could persuade him not to drink shouldn't be a bad person.

Because the dormitory has access control, the dinner party ended at [-] o'clock, and everyone poured wine into empty glasses to celebrate the beginning of college life. He thought about picking up his own glasses in a gregarious manner.

There was a white liquid in the glass, he thought it was white water, picked up the glass and drank it casually, and only after tasting it on the tip of his tongue did he realize that it was not low-concentration white wine.

Wu Zhen, who was in charge of pouring the wine, said embarrassedly, "Did it become white wine?"

There were so many people at the dinner party that he was in a hurry to pour wine, and actually poured baijiu into Song Zui's cup. Fortunately, there was no major problem, otherwise he would not be admitted to the hospital.

The quiet boy nodded.

When Wu Zhen was about to pour out the wine in the glass, maybe he felt that he drank it all and was afraid of wasting it. He watched the teetotal boy drink a whole glass of baijiu!

The concentration of baijiu is higher than that of ordinary wine, and his alcohol capacity is not bad. After drinking a small glass of baijiu during the Spring Festival, his throat was hot and sore after drinking, not to mention how uncomfortable Song Zui, who usually doesn't drink, would feel.

However, what he didn't expect was that the young man put down the water glass calmly after drinking. If he didn't know that the glass contained baijiu, he would have thought that Song Zui had just drank a glass of white water.

Surprise appeared in Wu Zhen's eyes. It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't drink, but he simply didn't want to drink because he was afraid of affecting his memory. He suddenly felt that there was something wrong with his roommate who was suitable to be his wife. Whose wife is so vigorous and can drink.

Song Zui sat in the corner of the booth, thinking about going back to feed the cat after the dinner party, but he didn't notice a man with broad shoulders and long legs walked to the bar and sat down.

He Shanting sat alone on the chair, a young man with heavy makeup came to the side and sat down: "May I know your name?"

The young man's tone was uneasy, and he subconsciously used an honorific. It was the first time he had seen a person like He Shanting. Not only was he outstanding in appearance, but he knew that he had a good family background just by looking at the clothes on his body.

Those who come to the bar to play will not be too indifferent, but the other party seems to ignore his existence, not even taking off the soundproof earplugs.

He thought in his heart that this person is really arrogant, and this kind of arrogance is not the same as judging people by person. Everyone is the same.

The man turned his head to the side and seemed to be looking at something. He followed the other party's line of sight and looked at the booth, as if he was looking at one of the good-looking students.

When the person next to him left, there was still a strong and pungent aroma in the air, He Shanting frowned, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

In the middle of the night, everyone packed up their things and left one by one. Yin Zihan went to the front desk to pay the bill. Song Zui smelled the alcohol on his body with disgust, and was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

When he walked to the door of the bathroom and was about to go in, he suddenly heard a small cry coming from the cubicle, because there was a door blocking the cry, and the cry could not be heard clearly.

The other party's voice was full of tears: "Please don't drive me to a dead end! I promise to pay back the money on time, and I will open wine every day, and I will give you the money after I sell it for [-] overnight. I can do whatever I want."

The person inside was crying out of breath, sobbing so hard that he couldn't even hear the tone, but he could hear the panic in the words.

Some money is not easy to repay if you borrow it, even if you don’t borrow much, you will pay a lot of interest. He has no interest in hearing about people’s scars, so he retreats to the door and turns his back to wait.

Because I was a little far away and couldn't hear the phone content of the person inside, I could only hear faint crying.

This should be the person Yin Zihan was talking about. He mainly relied on sitting on the stage to sell wine to get a commission, and occasionally accompanied the guests on stage, but he was still stimulated by the number of [-].

He worked on the construction site for almost a month, which was about the same amount, but he heard the crying and thought that this industry is not easy to do, he thought while waiting for the people in the toilet to come out.

He Shanting stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and when his eyes fell on the cheaply packaged hand sanitizer, he put it away, not intending to use it.

He walked out of the bathroom after making sure that he didn't get any scent, and caught a glimpse of Song Zui leaning against the wall from the corner of his eye.

He Shanting pursed his lips into a straight line when he smelled the alcohol on the young man's body. This obedient little fox seemed to have become a lot wilder outside, not only going in and out of the bar with others, but also drinking a lot of wine.

Song Zui was still immersed in his own thoughts. Although the male model earned a lot more money than he imagined, the man he saw outside the bar probably wouldn't do anything for money.

The face that surpassed all living beings appeared in front of his eyes. This should be the most beautiful person he has ever seen. There still seemed to be a heartbeat under his chest.

Although he had the idea that he couldn't afford it, for some reason he felt that a man was born with a superiority, anyway, he would not be the Eastern European wild model Yin Zihan said.

Just as this thought crossed Song Zui's mind, the crying in the cubicle stopped, just when he heard a sound of steady footsteps, he turned his head.

He thought he would see a strange face, but what he didn't expect was that the man he saw outside the bar came out, and the man's clean and slender fingertips still had tears left on his fingertips.

The young man who was defending the opponent just a second ago heard a small piece of his heart crack and looked at the opponent with complicated eyes. He was really an Eastern European wild model.