The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

The real nightlife has not yet begun.

The atmosphere in the bar was a bit deserted, with only a few tables of guests sitting here and there, the waiter in uniform led Yan and Zhou Mingjie to the bar, and the spinning ball of light cast thousands of light spots on the ground and on He Yan's body.

"Two cocktails."

As soon as he sat down, Zhou Mingjie ordered wine skillfully.

Sitting on the high chair with legs crossed, elbows resting on the bar counter and chin propped up, she looked calmly but couldn't help looking curiously.

The bar is all wooden decoration.

The hall is equipped with scattered tables, booths and VIPs.

There is a small dance floor in each direction of the square venue, and the singer who warmed up the scene stood on one of the dance floors and sang affectionate love songs.

There is a bar in the center of the venue, and DJ equipment is placed in the direction of the entrance-but it is still early, and the DJ master has not come yet.

The round wine rack is full of various wines. The handsome bartender wearing a white shirt and a small vest swayed his body gently to the rhythm of the music, while holding the shaker flexibly in the dim light. There was a silver light shaking out of it, which was really pleasing to the eye.

Anxiously staring at the movements of the bartender's hands.

After the bartender's slender fingers shake the wine evenly with skillful movements, he grabs a piece of ice with his free hand and puts it in the martini glass. Immediately, he pours the ice-blue wine into the glass, and then slowly adds more Milky white milk, two cherries hanging on the side of the glass, a glass of ice blue Heart of the Ocean is complete.

"Little brother, your wine."

The bartender winked at him and pushed the glass to his face.

He ignored the playful movements of the bartender, and was glued to the layered cocktail in front of him the whole time.

It turned out that the wine in the bar was like this.

He picked up the wine glass curiously and put it to his lips to taste.

Juice and milk overwhelm the taste of alcohol, sour and sweet, very refreshing.

He raised his eyebrows, and silently pushed the glass to the bartender after taking a sip, meaning another glass.

Zhou Mingjie glanced at him and reminded: "The cocktail looks delicious, but it has a lot of stamina. You are young and light on alcohol, just try it."

"Understood." It's just a little fruit wine, how much stamina can it be?

Anxiety didn't take Zhou Mingjie's words to heart at all. Instead, when he saw the bartender made a Bloody Mary for Zhou Mingjie, the bright red color aroused his interest, so he hurriedly ordered a glass too.

There are many styles of cocktails, and I hate to regard this thing as a drink, ordering one after another, without heavy samples.

At the same time, a tall man with a ponytail appeared at the back door of the bar in the dark, carrying a snakeskin bag.

The bar manager squatting at the back door immediately took out a pack of cigarettes when he saw someone, and handed it over with both hands: "Mr. Wei came early this month."

Wei Lanshu put down the snakeskin bag on his shoulders, took the cigarette but didn't smoke, and hung it on his ear casually: "I just happen to be free today, so come here and collect the rent first."

While speaking, the bar manager handed him the rent he had prepared.

He opened the zipper of the snakeskin bag on the ground, took the banknote and pinched it between the middle finger and ring finger of his left hand, pressed the banknote with his thumb, and twirled the banknote with his right thumb, and the expression on his face would stretch a bit every time he twirled it.

When a stack of banknotes is counted, the whole stack of cash will fall into the snakeskin bag without any mistakes.

With the dim lights flickering in the bar, the manager caught a glimpse of the snakeskin bag full of red bills.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Mr. Wei is good at everything, the only thing is that every time he comes to collect rent, he always carries a snakeskin bag full of rent, and the people watching it are so envious that their teeth itch.

In order to prevent being blinded by jealousy, the manager closed his eyes and greeted him politely: "Mr. Wei, would you like to come in for a drink?"

"You please?" Wei Lanshu, who was counting the money, had two purposes.

"Look at what you said, our small business..."

Before the manager finished speaking, the other party suddenly raised his eyes and stared at him without speaking, which made him feel more stressed.

He took advantage of the gap between lighting a cigarette, wiped his sweat, swallowed the smoke to suppress the pressure in his heart, smiled dryly, and said boldly: "Mr. Wei is so rare that you are in such a mood. Today I will be the host to invite you to the private room." Sit down, and serve you the best foreign wine."

The manager enthusiastically invited the ancestor into the box on the second floor.

The sound insulation effect of the package is excellent, once the door is closed, all the noise is isolated from the outside.

The manager signaled to the princess in the box to open the wine, and he earnestly invited the ancestor who went upstairs to drink and was carrying a snakeskin bag to sit down. an excuse to leave.

Wine is good wine.

But those who drink are not in a good mood.

Just after leaving the nursing home, there was a car accident, and a car worth nearly ten million yuan was lost. When he returned to the old house of the Wei family, he was kicked out without even having a full meal—so, he took out the princess in the box and picked up the snake. The leather bag was placed on the sofa, and the back was pillowed on it.

"It's comfortable." He breathed a long sigh of relief, and took a sip of the spicy foreign wine in a half-lying position.

The miser who collected the rent with him hurriedly reminded him: [Can we put the money in the car first?There are so many people in this place, it will be troublesome if you drink too much and get noticed by others. 】

"What can happen if you sit in a box?" Wei Lanshu narrowed his eyes and tasted the wine, turning a deaf ear to the miser's warning.

But Wei Lanshu obviously overestimated his drinking capacity.

Or maybe he underestimated the degree of foreign wine, and after drinking a few glasses of foreign wine with ice, a gust of hot air burst from his stomach and rushed straight to the top of his head, and then gradually spread to his limbs.

Not long after, I saw his face with fine scars and scabs slightly stained with blush.

There was a blush on the dull and delicate eyebrows, and the cold pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and smoke——he seemed to realize that he was up, shook his head, and the ponytail tied behind his head Drawing arcs in the air, her slightly pursed lips were glistening because of the wine under the ambiguous lamps.

Like a non-desire immortal who does not eat the fireworks of the world and falls into the world of mortals, adding a bit of unspeakable lust - such a delicious gesture, but no one appreciates it.

The only one who can communicate with him is the miser.

The miser saw the blur of the outside world through his eyes, and immediately realized something was wrong, and immediately cursed: [You idiot, give me your body quickly. 】

"no, I do not!"

Drunk men have more childishness and nagging that they didn't have when they were sober: "The body is mine, and I am the master personality. If you are sensible, you should disappear completely."

The miser sneered: [What are you dreaming about?Who is the main personality and who is the sub-personality, do you have no idea?If you hadn't lied to me that you would make money when you were young, would I have kept you until now? 】

"Who doesn't know?" Wei Lan retorted sharply: "If it wasn't because I had no one to accompany me when I was a child, I could split you into one to accompany me?"

In fact, neither of the two personalities can tell which is the master personality.

Because both of them have existed since the beginning of memory.

It's just that when he was a child, Qian Chuanzi was silent and didn't like adults, so he always let the miser dominate his body.

But these two personalities clearly don't think so.

Qian Chuanzi, who was drunk and demented, quarreled with the miser over who is the master personality.

As for the lobby on the first floor, it has officially entered the midnight show.

The strong music heated up the atmosphere of the venue, and the colorful lights flickered closely following the dense drumbeats, which made the blood boil in the drunken tired, and the cheeks as delicate as warm porcelain were covered with blush.

He put his hands on the bar, and shook his lowered head slightly, as if shaking his head with the beat - Zhou Mingjie, who came out of the bathroom, saw this, bought the bill and helped him out of the bar.

Come out from the bar, the rain has stopped.

But there was a gust of biting cold wind in Doutou, bleak and cold, blowing over his hot and dry cheeks, which made his chaotic mind clear for a moment.

He raised his head, revealing a pair of misty eyes.

The flashing neon lights on the street fell into his pupils, like bouquets of fiery red flowers blooming in the mist, making it difficult to see through, only the lethargy in his brows could be seen—at this moment, a strong sense of vomiting When it rushes up the throat, the viscera and six internal organs are like overwhelming the river.

He pushed away Zhou Mingjie who was supporting him, rushed to a dark corner, supported the car parked beside him, bent over and retched.

"Are you okay?"

Zhou Mingjie, who went to the convenience store opposite to buy paper towels and water, ran back to him, handed them over, and leaned against the car next to him, "I warned you before that cocktails have great stamina, but you don't believe me, you've suffered a lot now, don't you?" ?”

After vomiting for a while, the consciousness is still a little muddled.

Cocktails are mixed with a variety of alcohols. Unlike beer, this kind of alcohol can be excreted in the toilet.

He rinsed his mouth and wiped his mouth, closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "This deity is very sleepy."

"Pfft...return the deity! Have you not passed the second term of middle school?"

Zhou Mingjie went to help him while smiling, and when he passed the car, he glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and stopped suddenly: "This car..."

Noticing that the people around him stopped, he opened his watery eyes in dissatisfaction, but he couldn't see clearly.

He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly, and heard Zhou Mingjie say with emotion: "There are quite a lot of rich people in Kyoto, and I saw three Maybachs in one day."

"What's a Maybach?" I asked with annoyed thinking.

"It's the kind of car Boss Wei drives." Zhou Mingjie said.

"Who is Boss Wei?"

"Wei Yingshao, you really drink—wait, what are you doing?"

Zhou Mingjie half-spoken, pushed him away in disgust, rushed to the back of the car and squatted down, tilted his head and squinted at the license plate, looked at it for a while, and suddenly frowned: "I found you!"

After that, he stood up staggeringly, twisting his crooked body, looking for something amidst Zhou Mingjie's inquiry.

"Little ancestor, stop making trouble, shall we go home first?"

"It's so noisy! Get out of here." Yan waved him away, looking for a weapon with misty eyes.

At this moment, there was a mess of footsteps in the dark street nearby.

The street is not cold, and vehicles drive towards the parking lot at the entrance from time to time.

The sound of the horn is mixed with the sound of the engine, and the earth-shattering music in the bar penetrates the wall, and the heart-piercing cry of the DJ can be faintly heard.

Yan covered Zhou Mingjie's mouth, motioned him to shut up, picked up the mop by the wall, and got into the shadow of the corner——the footsteps of the coming people were a bit heavy, mixed with vague words .

Like talking on the phone, or a drunk talking to himself.

"...you are so annoying."

"I `m coming out."

"... No one, no one, stop arguing."

"I've seen the car."

The whispering sound became clearer.

After the visitor finished speaking, there was another rustling sound, and then the headlights flickered, reflecting the disgusted man who was clinging to the wall and shaking his head.

Drunkness surged up, and dizziness hit his brain one after another.

He tried to stay awake, and when he heard footsteps approaching, he raised the mop stick in his hand, and when someone approached, he knocked it down with a sap.

The dull sound of the stick beating made the slow-thinking Yan Ping feel that something was wrong.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, but his vision had not yet recovered, he heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, and at the same time, a black shadow in the blur counterattacked towards him, swift as a cheetah walking through the dark night, and before he could react, he took it with him. A wave grabbed his throat viciously, pushing him against the cold corner of the wall.

Suddenly, the feeling of vomiting came up again.

Just about to fight back, he opened his mouth suddenly, vomit——

"Fuck!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-1123:25:14~2022-01-1303:19:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 bird in the forest;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of yayah; 1 bottle of nana;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!