delicate flowers and weeds

Fei Cao was holding the wine plate with one hand, and the other was behind her back.

He was wearing a dark blue salesman uniform, with the sleeves folded neatly at the elbow joints, revealing a smooth arm.With a pager pinned to his waist, and with long legs and a long body, he shuttled through the crowd like a cloud.

If you observe him for two more seconds, you will find that for such a long time, no matter how crowded the place is, no one can touch this outstanding salesman.

There were whistling sounds from around, and several girls looked at him and blushed.

Fei Cao bent down, and he acted like a gentleman: "You two ladies, your wine."

He put down the wine glass steadily, and the water inside didn't even produce ripples.

One of the girls in front of him, Qi Qi Ai Ai, was flushed all over, she drank the wine in one gulp, boldly said: "Fei Cao, I have been here many times for you, can you add a WeChat?"

Fei Cao smiled politely, and the arc was exactly the same as in the textbook: "Sorry, the bar stipulates that you can't contact the guests in private."

What is said is that the bar has rules.

In fact, it was a tactful refusal in disguise.

The girl sniffled, wanted to cry or not, and finally squeezed out an ugly smile: "Okay... okay..."

But after Fei Cao walked away, he hugged his female companion and cried all day long: "Woooooo...I'm broken in love...you don't even know that day when I saw him for the first time...his smile is so real... Gentleness...I'm so sad...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...' Shasha rejected me..."

Qin Erdai upstairs was breathing in the corridor, seeing this scene through the railing, his face turned blue with anger.

He turned around and went into the private room, kicked the coffee table over, panting heavily: "He. Damn, how much money did I spend on him if he didn't get in? It's enough to sleep two young models and little stars." Come on, son of a bitch, why are you pretending to be aloof when you’ve come to this kind of place?”

Seemingly puzzled, he threw the wine bottles on the side one by one, cursing: "I don't even let me touch my hands, but flirting with little girls, it's such a cheap and unlucky thing."

The second generation of Qin, named Qin Ang, was with the Chen family, and the family was doing some real estate business.

Those who are higher than him look down on him, and he can't even touch the threshold of the places where the upper class sons often go; those who are lower than him flatter him everywhere.

So Qin Ang has always been going smoothly, and this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.

He calmed down a bit after scolding, and chose a clean place to sit.

Today was a drinking session with some cronies. Seeing him get angry just now, everyone gasped and dared not fart.

Seeing that the second generation had disappeared, a friend rolled his eyes and came up with a bad idea.

He leaned closer to Qin Ang, showing a wretched smile: "Master Qin, why are you angry with that lowly person? It's your body that gets angry. If you really want it, the brothers will help you find a way, maybe it will be yours." It’s over, nothing special.”

Qin Ang lowered his head, motioning for him to continue.

Hu Peng continued: "Brother, I just got a medicine a few days ago, no matter how strong a woman takes it, she will turn into a tiger wolf..."

The implications are self-evident.

Qin Ang was impatient: "Nonsense, if he can drink, I still have to wait so long?"

It's not that he has never used that kind of trick, making Fei Cao go to the winery four times to pick up the goods in one night, but his lips turned pale after running, and he didn't take a sip of the water he handed over.

The other party was very defensive. According to the boss, he had been here for half a year and had never eaten or drank in the bar.

Hu Peng flattered and said: "Master Qin, if it doesn't work if you come to Yin, then come to see. Who are you, the young master of the Qin family, you are giving him face by seeing him. Even if you force him to drink, he dare to say Is there no word?"

Qin Ang's complexion turned black, and he didn't know what he was thinking on his oily face. He finally clapped his hands, flashing a bit fiercely: "That's it. If he dares not drink, I will smash it here and let him hang out in Nancheng. not go down."

In the private room on the other side, colorful lights flashed dazzlingly.

Tang Hua frowned, feeling that being in such an environment was a double torture to the eyes and the soul.

He came here not for Fei Cao, but for Qin Ang.

The young master couldn't be sure on which day the drug was administered, and he didn't want to investigate the day Chen Yunjiao lost something.

He can't stop Fei Cao from making money.

The only thing left is to solve the source of the problem: Qin Ang.

Tang Hua remembered that during this period of time, Qin Ang was hangover here every day, and whenever he had something to do, he would trouble Fei Cao and wait for the opportunity to take advantage of the other party.

As long as he tells Qin Ang to leave before Fei Cao goes to work, everything will be fine.

It's a pity that what Tang Hua didn't know was that Fei Cao was transferred an hour earlier than usual tonight.

The young master was sitting on the sofa, thinking of ways to get Qin Ang to leave.

Is it a sack for a beating?

Or set a sack and beat it?

Or set a sack and beat it?

……

After much deliberation, the only way is to put a sack on it?

Tang Hua rubbed her face: "Zhou Rong, if you hate someone and don't want to see him, what will you do?"

Zhou Rong was holding a glass of milk brought from the front desk. Hearing this, his face was angry and he was about to wipe his sleeves: "Master, who do you hate? I'll help you clean him up."

Tang Hua picked up the milk and took a sip: "Well...Qin Ang."

"Qin Ang?" Zhou Rong thought about it but couldn't figure out who it was, "Master, which class is it? I'll stop him tomorrow."

Tang Hua shook his head, signaling Zhou Rong to call the boss.

He took out a 20 check neatly, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, full of aura, full of extravagance, if the glass of milk in his hand that revealed his true nature was ignored.

The boss nodded and bowed, his eyes were glued to the thin paper on the coffee table, and his face was full of smiles: "This... this young man, if you have any orders, you can just say it, and you can mention what kind of accompanying wine you want." , to ensure your satisfaction."

He was treating Tang Hua like a hungry ghost looking for fun.

Zhou Rong scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about, old bastard? Dirty young master's ears!"

The boss was surprised: "It's not that you're looking for a lady to accompany you for a drink, but you're looking for an employee in our store?"

Listening to this, for the 20 yuan, he can personally push the employees into the fire pit.

Tang Hua laughed angrily. Originally, the money was given as long as it was given. It was nothing to him, but now he didn't want to give it anymore.

Good money, I can donate it and thank you, why should I give it to a heartless thing?

He leaned slightly on the sofa, imitating his brother's tone in office, and asked coolly: "You have a guest named Qin Ang?"

"Yes, yes, you are here to see Master Qin?"

Tang Hua raised his eyebrows: "What kind of person is he? He can't afford to call me 'Master'. If I ask you to answer one word wrong, this bar will be closed tomorrow."

The young master is completely stern and soft-hearted, but growing up in a wealthy family, he has a distinctive demeanor around him, which is usually not obvious when he is restrained, but now that he deliberately unfolds it, he has a glamorous appearance for no reason.

The boss is used to watching his words and expressions, seeing that what he is wearing is not ordinary, and seeing his extraordinary figure, he knows that he is someone he can't afford to offend, so his tone is a bit cautious: "Yes, Master Qin... Mr. Qin is here now."

"Which private room?"

"201."

"Several people?"

"Three...oh, no, it's four." The boss wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and couldn't help but say a few more words, "I came early in the morning, pointing to Xiao Fei to go in..."

"What?" Tang Hua stood up abruptly, "What did you say?"

The boss repeated again: "Mr. Qin brought people here at six o'clock today. You probably don't know that a rich man like him needs a special waiter..."

"Okay, okay, you go out."

"what?"

Zhou Rong glared at him: "Ah what? Our young master told you to go out, why don't you get out?"

Before the boss left, he was still staring at the check on the coffee table reluctantly, but Zhou Rong stared at him fiercely. It was as if the fierceness in it was dripping out. It was definitely not the kind of gaze that should be at this age.

He froze all over, moved his lips, but in the end he didn't dare to say a word, and pushed the door and went out.

It wasn't until he was far away that the boss kicked the trash can and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, one or two are here to show their prestige. You really think you are something!"

It's just that the sound is very small.

After all, he couldn't afford to offend either this young master in extraordinary clothes, or Master Qin on the second floor.

Fei Cao was passing by here, and the boss gave him an angry look: "Why are you being lazy? Why don't you go quickly? Young Master Qin has called you several times, you look like a dead man."

When he said that, the smile on Fei Cao's face remained unchanged: "Okay, I'll go right away."

Tang Hua stroked her chin.

Fei Cao has already arrived, so should I and Zhou Rong leave early and come back tomorrow?

But what if today is that... day?

No!

Tang Hua took another sip of milk, her lips were red and her teeth were white: "Zhou Rong, it's too stuffy here. I don't like it. I have homework left by the teacher today in my bag. You are here to do the questions. I want to go out to get some air."

His tongue licked the milk residue on his lips, the color was only for a moment, but it was enough to make people dream about it.

Zhou Rong found that he was always in a daze when facing this young master, and was taken away by the other party, but he was so damn willing, he nodded, completely out of reason: "Okay, young master, I will wait for you here, nowhere don't go."

Only then did Tang Hua feel relieved to go out.

In fact, he didn't want to go out alone.

This place is full of fish and dragons, and there may be everyone there.

but……

Zhou Rong and Fei Cao are classmates after all, Tang Hua knows that Fei Cao's situation in school is not good, if other students see him now, he still works part-time in the bar at night.

The next day, the rumors didn't know what to expect.

When the time comes, maybe some idiots will be forced to come to the bar to find fault.

Even if Zhou Rong didn't take it seriously, he just forgot about it when he turned around.

Tang Hua subconsciously didn't want them to meet here.

He always felt that although Fei Cao looked calm and calm, able to withstand all hurt rumors, he still wanted to protect the other party's fragile heart as much as possible.

After all, they are all mortal bodies. If the other party says they don't care, it may not be sad before.

It's just that I was extremely disappointed and found that crying in despair was useless, so I forced myself to face all this.

Tang Hua thought, for anyone in the same environment as Fei Cao, he may not be able to do as well as the other person, he must be either crazy or stupid, or he will be willing to degenerate and become mediocre.

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Françoise Sagan: In this century of madness, corruption, and inhumanity, you have always been sober, gentle, and spotless.