In the surrogate abuse article, I am possessed by the drama

The man in pink came over: "What's the problem?"

Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Does Brother Mo often come to play?"

The man in pink thought for a while: "Sometimes, I can see him two or three times a month, what's wrong?"

"Does he usually come here alone? What does he do here?"

The eyes of the man in pink were clear: "Oh——"

"You want to check the post~"

Jiang Yu smiled and said nothing.

"You're asking the right person. I hang out in this clubhouse every day. Let's have a few drinks. I'll chat with you slowly—"

"Just drink." Jiang Yu took out two bottles from the table and put them in front of him: "Is there a cup?"

"Hey, it's such a big game? This liquor has a high alcohol content, can you do it?"

Jiang Yu smiled shyly: "Then why don't you bring me a drink."

"Don't, don't, how boring is it to drink?" The man in pink covered the wine bottle, with a hint of calculation in his eyes: "Let's just drink this, don't blame me when I'm drunk——"

Fifteen minutes later, the man in pink was lying on the table, his cheeks flushed, and he was in a daze of drunkenness. He was dangling on the table with an empty wine bottle in his hand, and said indistinctly: "Mo, Mo! The treatment over there...how is it..."

On the side, Jiang Yuduan was sitting upright, swallowing the last sip of white wine calmly, his face was not red: "It was for nothing."

"Ah...?" The man in pink leaned on the table and arched forward, his eyes unfocused: "President Mo... No, the golden gun... won't fall?"

"Fart, he's impotent." Jiang Yu turned his head and looked around, quietly took out a small notebook from his back trouser pocket, and then took out a pen, and began to record the words that came out of the pink-clothed youth just now.

In this clubhouse, Mo Songlin not only drinks promiscuously, but also often discusses some business matters with people. It is said that the methods are quite shady, but this young man in pink doesn't know much about what it is.

Jiang Yu simply memorized a few sentences, black handwriting spread across the paper, suddenly, he felt that his vision seemed a little blurred, he stopped the pen, pressed his temple, and his eyes became clear again.

Strange, did you drink a little too much?It shouldn't be, he has only drank less than three taels of liquor, and with the level of his previous life, he can drink all the people on the table without getting dizzy - this is all thanks to the group of people in the business who drink alcohol every day .

Jiang Yu shook his head, the feeling of being in a daze disappeared again.

The figures in the main hall were shaking, and on the stage illuminated by lights, a band composed of six or seven people stood on the stage. There were two singers in the center, holding guitars and singing.

The flower-armed man and Mo Songlin stood in the distance, and the flower-armed man pointed to a male singer with a golden ponytail in the middle of the stage: "Brother Mo, how does that look? I'll take you upstairs later?"

Mo Songlin looked there: "Who picked this person?"

"The owner of the clubhouse picked him. You know his vision is much better than our elder brothers' rough vision. That kid is smooth and looks good. He said he just wanted to find someone like you, Brother Mo."

"Have you ever had a master?"

"No, no, I just graduated from the art school, and it's clean. I just came here for a few days, but I was very angry, and said that I must wait until you come over, Brother Mo."

Just as he was talking, the singer on the stage noticed this, tilted his head, flicked his golden ponytail, and cast a hot wink at Mo Songlin.

Mo Songlin rolled his Adam's apple: "The appearance is really good."

"At that moment..."

"What did you put in that wine?" Mo Songlin suddenly tugged at his tie, his face a little anxious.

"Brother Mo feels it? Hehehe, something new, it's alright, of course it must be put in good wine to add to the fun."

Mo Songlin's sharp eyes swept over, and the flower-armed man immediately raised his hands begging for mercy: "Don't get excited, it's not a drug, a little love booster... have you got your energy up? Take this opportunity, Brother Mo, to taste Taste that little white rabbit? Or should I call this little singer down for you right now? Or..."

The flower-armed man smiled wretchedly: "Let them be together?"

Mo Songlin's breathing became a little rough: "Where's the room card upstairs?"

The flower-armed man immediately took out one from his pocket and handed it to him: "Here, you often go to that room."

Mo Songlin took it and walked out, the man with the flower arm called him: "Hey, Brother Mo, this little singer is gone tonight?"

"Let him sing first." Mo Songlin turned his head: "I'll go see what Jiang Yu is doing over there."

"Okay~" The flower-armed man grinned, and strode up to follow: "Do you need some props? That little double is still a baby, right? Doesn't it have a sense of ceremony?"

"No need." Mo Songlin walked out of the main hall and walked to the reception room over there.

On the sofa in the private room, Jiang Yu was writing vigorously, while on the marble table in front of him, there were three or four drunken youths sprawling there, slurring drunken words.

"Xiao, Xiao Jiang, isn't it...Look at my brother...get drunk..."

"Come... drink! Go ahead and drink..."

"President Mo's... treatment...is it good..."

When Jiang Yu heard the last sentence, he stopped writing, and said in a serious tone: "Why do you still ask after several times, the treatment is so poor that it is utterly miserable!"

The man in pink fell to the carpet with a plop, his feet on his back, his eyes staring straight: "But he... handsome... ah..."

"You're blind." Jiang Yu said angrily.

These people came one after another to pour him out of Mo Songlin's preferences or his "secret" of staying with Mo Songlin for four years. After several rounds of drinking, Jiang Yu There was only a thin layer of red on their faces, but they all lay down on the ground and became drunk.

Taking advantage of their drunkenness, Jiang Yu asked them a lot of "good things" about Mo Song Linqian, and a group of "good brothers" who lived with Mo Song Lin Snake and Rat.

I have gained a lot today, and I can add three more pages to the small book!

I don't know if it's because he drank too much wine, but Jiang Yu became thirsty more and more. The wine he drank had a burning sensation in his stomach, which made his mouth dry and depressed.

He pressed the small notebook on his knees, and raised his hand to take the remaining half can of fruit wine that he drank before taking it from the table—there was no water or drinks in the private room, so he could only quench his thirst with this low-alcohol fruit wine.

Mo Songlin went somewhere for a long time, Jiang Yu thought, if he doesn't come back, he will use the excuse of looking for Mo Songlin to sneak out, and then go to the night market next door.

Just as he was thinking, the gel pen clamped on the small notebook slipped down and fell to the ground. Jiang Yu was about to bend down to pick it up, when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the sofa and grabbed the small notebook clamped on Jiang Yu's lap .

At the same time, the voice of the flower-armed man sounded from behind: "Yo, Brother Mo, what do you think he is remembering here?"

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