In the dim night, the stars in the world stain the dark canvas, the lights are flying on the road, and the drunkenness of the whole city in the hustle and bustle seems to be listened to. In the building, where there is a little singing, the darkness and brilliant light are intertwined, flickering and disappearing, and the neon sign of the charming bar is particularly bright in the dark street. There is no other light on the whole street, only a seemingly inconspicuous bar. The aroma of the wine, light or strong, flickered, as if someone had fallen into a dream.

"In such a secluded place, there is even a bar." Lan Haoran looked up and saw the sign of the charm bar flashing in the alley, and the depression in his heart surged up, and he couldn't help but raise his feet and walk in.

Unlike other internet cafes, the narrow doors of the charm bar allow only one person to pass through, but when you walk in, you find that there is something different inside. The large mirrors on the walls make the whole bar look unusually large, and although the entrance looks inconspicuous, the booths inside are full of customers, and everyone is talking about their own things in the dim light. There are no vulgar pole dancers writhing on the stage, and there is only a small girl playing the guitar and singing on the small side of the bar, and her dancing figure shows the vitality of youth. The voice was as clean as that little face, and it looked like a college student.

"Heh, what kind of bar is this, I stood for a while when I came in, and I didn't even have a receptionist." Lan Haoran sighed and walked to the bar and sat down.

"Have a whiskey." Lan Haoran snapped his fingers and asked for a glass of wine.

The bartender nodded slightly, turned around and went to the counter to get the wine, silent and silent, without saying a word.

"Oh, even the bartender is so paralyzed. This doesn't look like a bartender at all, but like a river thief who has been wandering for many years, desperate, so he can only come here to hide from bartending and make a living. Lan Haoran watched the bartender skillfully pour wine and mix bartending, thinking silently in his heart.

A glass of whiskey with ice cubes was quickly delivered to Lan Haoran, who picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The yellow liquid slid down his throat, and the hot sensation ran down his esophagus and into his stomach, leaving a slightly bitter aftertaste in his mouth. The whiskey here seems to be stronger than other bars.

Lan Haoran drank wine, but his mind was full of thoughts about Su Juan. The man who was in Su Juan's house that day seemed to be Huo Yanting of the Huo family. He didn't know Su Juan, why did he suddenly appear at Su Juan's house, and he was injured. What does this have to do with the overnight bankruptcy of the Huo family some time ago. Was it an accident that he met Su Juan? Lan Haoran felt that this matter was not simple. Although he had only met Huo Yanting once that day at Su Juan's house, he felt that Huo Yanting was not a simple person.

"Handsome guy~ Why is it sitting here alone, don't you go to the dance floor to dance at the bar?" A seductive voice came, interrupting Lan Haoran's thoughts.

Lan Haoran turned his head and saw a woman leaning against the bar. The upper body is an ultra-short camisole shirt, hidden in a cool leather jacket, and a pair of slender legs disappearing into sharp high heels under the ultra-short skirt of the lower body.

The woman's hair was slightly curly and braided into a short braid. What is annoying is a crimson face, the eyes are slightly squinted, the eyes are slightly loose, the small mouth seems to be dyed red like blood donation, and the slightly raised arc stirs the people around him.

Oh, another drunken woman. Lan Haoran continued to drink his wine, unmoved.

Lan Haoran is twenty-eight this year, which is just the right age. Because his profession is a doctor, his hands are slender and fair, which has been coveted by countless girls. Women, it seems that there is no shortage of women around him all the time.

The bartender looked at the boss Qin Jiu'er in front of him, his face was slightly shattered, this is his own boss? The Qin Jiu'er who is not drunk with a thousand cups and a hot personality on weekdays?

Lan Haoran raised his head and looked at the facial paralysis bartender in front of him looking at the woman beside him with a shocked face, and couldn't help but look back twice. It's just that the figure looks a little better than the average girl, and nothing else...... There doesn't seem to be anything special either.

"Handsome guy, why don't you ignore me, am I not good-looking and disgusted?" Qin Jiu'er saw that the man next to him didn't agree, so he asked again, leaning on the bar like a boneless, looking at the red, green and green flower world in front of him with a confused look. spoke to Lan Haoran, but didn't expect his answer.

Lan Haoran didn't even bother to look at her this time, just silently looked at the wine in the glass, and the ice cubes that slowly melted little by little.

His thoughts were interrupted by the woman beside him, and Lan Haoran was in no mood to drink the wine in front of him anymore. He took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his wallet and put them under the cup, turned around and left in style.

Lan Haoran walked out of the bar and walked to the parking lot at the entrance of the alley, just about to open the car door. only to see a woman behind him following in unison. With years of experience as a doctor, Lan Haoran's eagle eye immediately noticed that the woman who was following him was the woman who accosted him at the bar. He has always been a solitary and nosy person. This time, for some reason, Lan Haoran's heart seemed to be pulled by something. In the dark, Lan Haoran held on to the car door and slowly turned around. Sure enough, it was the woman who was dressed sexy at the bar.

The girl was stepping on ten-centimeter high heels, and her steps were a little unsteady because she had drunk too much wine.

"I can't find my way home, can you send me home? There is no taxi to get here, kind sir, can you take me home? ”

The woman's language was confused and illogical, but she kept saying that she couldn't find her way and sent me home.

Lan Haoran didn't like the ghost look of a woman getting drunk, and was a little reluctant to stay longer, so he continued to open the car door and wanted to sit in. But someone was one step ahead of him, and he had already taken the lead, opened the co-pilot's door and climbed in.

Lan Haoran looked at the woman in the co-pilot, so drunk that she curled up on the co-pilot like a cat. This woman! I really don't have any sense of security at all, but fortunately I met him, if I met another man, I was afraid that I wouldn't know what I was bullied into.

But...... Why did he meet him, and what should he do with this drunk cat.

Lan Haoran looked around, there were already few people on the streets late at night, the temperature was not as warm and comfortable as during the day, and the cold wind was already cold on his body. She wore so little.

"Well, that's it." Lan Haoran sighed in his heart, opened the car door and sat in. At the turn of the ignition button, the Porsche lets out a low roar in the streets late at night.

"Where to stay, I'll send you home."

"Home? Where did you come from? I don't have a home. Qin Jiu'er curled up on the co-pilot, struggling.

This woman! I just asked her to take her home, and now she says she doesn't have a home, is this a joke on him!?

Lan Haoran took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked again, "Hurry up, tell me where my home is, and I'll send you back." ”

It was quiet for a long time, and the women around him were silent. Lan Haoran frowned slightly, turned his head, and the woman beside him breathed long, undulating evenly, as if it was ...... Asleep?