The bar was silent, Mao Dong looked around, the original richly decorated environment was now almost smashed, and several waiters even had colors on their faces.

Shar Pei's forehead was cut by the wine bottle, and even his hair was stained with blood. Just now, he accidentally touched the wound in excitement, and at this time he was covering the wound and grinning.

"Let's go to the hospital." Mao Dong glanced at him, and didn't reach out to help Shar Pei up.

The mouth is just long, but fortunately it is not deep.

"Sister Ling helped me wrap it up just now, it's no big deal." Shar Pei said dejectedly.

Mao Dong didn't say anything more, let Shar Pei kneel there, and walked past him to the bar lobby.

"Brother" Sha Pei shouted at him behind Mao Dong, and seeing that Mao Dong did not respond, he had no courage to continue to say the rest of the words.

All the people in the bar stood there quietly, although the bar owner wrote Zhong Ling, but everyone knew that in case of an accident, only Mao Dong could stand up and take responsibility.

Mao Dong looked around the entire bar with a cold face, and finally, standing there with his eyes not knowing where to look, he didn't make a sound for a long time.

The overhead spotlight enveloped him in a circle of light, and outsiders couldn't get close to his world, and they couldn't guess what he was thinking as he stood there.

Most people, including Sha Pei and Zhong Ling, thought that Mao Dong would be furious, but his calmness was terrifying.

Time passed second by second, and I don't know how long, Mao Dong slowly turned his head and walked out of the lobby.

He walked over to Zhong Ling, who had already gotten up from his chair.

"How much is the loss?" Mao Dong asked Zhong Ling.

Ah Yuan, who was beside Zhong Ling, looked at them, and the Sha Pei behind everyone stood up from the ground with injuries on their faces, full of repentance.

"At least half of it, we have to do it all over again." Zhong Ling replied under everyone's gaze.

As soon as she said this, many waiters present couldn't help but sigh. The bar had only been open for a short time, and the initial investment had not come back, let alone any profit at all.

Zhong Ling's answer made everyone shift their attention to Mao Dong again, but he had already raised his feet and walked in the direction of the office.

Everyone wanted to know what Mao Dong would do next, and his departure made everyone look at each other. It was still Zhong Ling who arranged for the injured employees to go to the hospital, and the rest began to clean up the scene.

Sha Pei was reluctant to block the muzzle of the gun on Mao Dong's head, but this time it was different, he caused the trouble, and he had to go to his brother.

Mao Dong did not go to the office, but sat in a private room with the lights not yet on.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of smoke came to his nose, and Shar Pei took a step back and bumped into Zhong Ling, who was coming behind him.

"Sister Ling?"

"Let's go inside." Zhong Ling gently pushed Sha Pei and entered the private room with him.

The moment the light in the private room was turned on, Zhong Ling believed that she saw regret, helplessness, and a kind of sadness on Mao Dong's face.

Where this sadness came from, she didn't want to know.

Sha Pei turned on the headlights, he first glanced at Zhong Ling as if asking, and after seeing Zhong Ling nodding, he hesitated and walked in front of Mao Dong.

"Brother." He shouted softly, his voice weak not at all like his usual style.

Mao Dongzheng closed his eyes and leaned his head on the back of the sofa, and his hand holding a cigarette was casually on the armrest at one end of the sofa.

The curling smoke swirled upward, and he was surrounded by white mist, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Brother." Shar Pei shouted again.

Mao Dong spat out a puff of smoke rings, still closed his eyes, and his voice was hoarse, "Who did it?" ”

Shar Pei was most afraid that his brother would ask this question, so he rubbed his hands, a little at a loss.

He sat on the sofa not far from Mao Dong and looked at Zhong Ling with some concern.

Zhong Ling always stood at the door and didn't speak, and she didn't know what to do to ensure that Mao Dong would not be annoyed when she heard Shapi's words, so she could only nod comfortingly at Shapi.

Mao Dong was not in a hurry, just sat there and waited for Shapi's answer.

"It's been more than half a year, haven't I worked a lot of odd jobs outside, there is also a bar, the boss there asked me to show them the field, but who knew that there was a young lady inside, I went, they asked me to take the young lady, I thought about what to do anyway, take the young lady to earn more, I will take it." Sha Pei's voice became lower and lower, and in the end, he didn't forget to raise his eyes to look at Mao Dong's expression, but Mao Dong still leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, without any different reaction from before.

"Continue," Mao Dong's voice was cold.

Shar Pei sat on the couch and shrunk almost into a ball, his head hanging and his neck curling. "Miss Dai met some casinos, and then she owed a lot of debts."

Mao Dong finally opened his eyes slowly, he stared at the ceiling, and asked, "Is it ordinary debt, or is it a loan shark?" ”

"High, usury."

At that moment, the whole box was quiet.

Sha Pei hurriedly turned to face Mao Dong, "I don't want to owe usury, I really can't help it, brother, if I don't pay back, those people can really cut off my hand!" ”

Zhong Ling at the door was disappointed and didn't want to think about how to repay the money that Shapi owed, she could understand how Mao Dong would feel after knowing Shapi's trouble.

Mao Dong finally sat up straight and put his arms on his knees.

The cigarette in his hand was extinguished in the ashtray on the glass table without taking another puff.

"How much do you owe?" Mao Dong's voice was so low that he couldn't tell whether he was hoarse or discouraged.

Shapina hesitated for a long time before replying, "Originally, it was less than a million, but now it has become more than three million." ”

Mao Dong's hand was motionless, and his whole body froze for a while. Eventually, the cigarette butt was twisted into the ashes.

Shar Pei heard Mao Dong's deep exhalation, and his heart couldn't lift it up.

The box was quiet again, except for the constant ringing of mobile phones.

Mao Dong took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and Zhong Ling found that when he saw the caller ID, his originally gloomy face was instantly dyed with regretful helplessness.

Mao Dong cut off the phone.

Soon after, the phone rang again.

Mao Dong turned on the jukebox with the remote control, pressed a song casually, and the quiet box was instantly filled with singing.

"Orange, I have something to do here temporarily, and I may not be able to get over it today." He said into the phone.

Zhong Ling didn't know what Liang Ju said, so she saw Mao Dong sitting on the sofa and bending down, holding his forehead, and said, "I'll explain to you when I go back, and help me say sorry to your colleague." ”

He hurriedly hung up the phone.

Sha Pei stared at Mao Dong uncomfortably, and saw that Mao Dong had been sitting there since he hung up the phone, his head hanging down, and his hands were hanging on his laps with a kind of despair.

His heart is like ashes, which Zhong Ling and Sha Pei have never seen.

Mao Dong raised his head, turned his back to them, and got up from the sofa.

Then, Shar Pei and Zhong Ling heard a loud 'bang' of the mobile phone falling on the marble floor at the same time.

Both of them were startled, and Shar Pei couldn't help but shudder.

"Brother," Shapi whispered timidly. He really wished that Mao Dong could turn around and punch him hard, instead of seeing the complete disappointment in his eyes.

"I'll pay you back." Mao Dong took a few deep breaths and said slowly.

"Brother!" Shar Pei, a tough guy, almost burst into tears.

Zhong Ling also looked at Mao Dong in surprise, where would he have so much money.

Mao Dong stood there and looked at Shar Pei condescendingly. "If you dare to bet again, I'll chop off your hand myself."

"Brother, I don't dare anymore!" Shar Pei fell to his knees from the couch with a pop.

Mao Dong took out the □□ in his pocket and was still in front of Sha Pei, his hands clenched tightly, as if he had made a lot of determination.

That was the money to buy a house for Liang Ju.

Mao Dong said: "There are more than one million in it, take one million to return it first, and fix the rest for Zhong Ling." ”

Shar Pei's hands trembled as he held □□, and he couldn't help but shed a tear even though he never shed a tear. "Brother, I thank you."

Mao Dong took a deep breath, walked past Sha Pei and Zhong Ling step by step, opened the box door and walked out.

Standing outside the door of the box, he finally couldn't help but reach out and rub his face vigorously.

He is not afraid of paying back Shapi, what he is afraid of is how to face Liang Ju, and he is afraid of facing her disappointed eyes.

***

When Mao Dong went home, he saw that there was no light in the house, he thought that Liang Ju had not gone home yet, and he planned to call Liang Ju while turning on the light, but who knows, halfway through, he saw Liang Ju sitting by the window of the living room with his back to him and looking out of the window.

Mao Dong put down the key and sighed secretly.

"When did you come back?" When he spoke, he had already put away all the negative feelings, and his tone was relaxed as if nothing had happened at all.

Liang Ju maintained his original posture and did not answer him, and Mao Dong asked again: "Have you eaten?" I'll do it. ”

Mao Dong took off his coat and walked to the kitchen, but heard Liang Ju behind him ask indifferently, "Why?" Why didn't you go today? ”

Mao Dong held his apron and replied, "Something happened to Beixing, I'll go over and take a look." ”

"What's going on, it must be very strict, right?" Liang Ju's tone of almost concerned tone was the opposite.

After pondering for a long time, Mao Dong still chose not to tell Liang Ju about Sha Pei, but said: "Sha Pei is in trouble, I have to help deal with it." ”

Mao Dong walked to the kitchen, and Liang Ju also stood up and left the window of the living room.

"Where's the money? Why did I receive an SMS message from my bank saying that the money had been fully withdrawn? ”

Liang Ju held the text message in front of Mao Dong, Mao Dong glanced at it, lowered his head and tied his apron, and said, "I used the money." ”

"You used it? Why didn't you sue me? What are you doing with it? ”

"I lent it to Shar-Pei."

Liang Ju had a clear expression on his face. She suddenly fell silent and only asked, "What about the house?" Still buy? ”

Mao Dong couldn't bear to look at her expression, so he could only pretend to cook and look away. "I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it for a short time."

Liang Ju stood quietly at the door of the kitchen without speaking, Mao Dong took the eggs out of the refrigerator and beat them into the bowl again, beating several times in a row before he remembered to start stirring.

He had been pretending to be busy, and the work at hand had not been raised.

After a long time, I heard Liang Ju ask: "This marriage, are you not going to get married?" ”

Mao Dong admitted that his heart was obviously shaken when he heard Liang Ju's words.

Then, an indescribable mood flooded into every corner of the body.

There was a loud slam, a loud slam of the door.

Liang Ju didn't have time to wait for his answer and ran away from home.

The machine was still stirring the eggs in his hands, and the pent-up feelings of the night finally broke out when no one was around.

The ceramic bowl was slammed against the wall, and pale yellow egg wash slowly descended along the white tiled wall.

Mao Dong put his hands on the edge of the cooking table, leaned over and lowered his head, panting for breath.

He's not angry with Shapi, he's not angry with Liang Ju, he's angry with himself.

After all, he still doesn't have the ability to make Liang Ju feel happy.