Night bar.

This is the time to get drunk.

Zhao Mengyao bathed in a bunch of colorful stage lights, clenched the microphone in her hand, and gently hummed a sad and beautiful song.

The men and women in the audience all looked relaxed and indulged in this moving song.

At this moment, a commotion was heard from far and near.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Give way to hear no! I don't have long eyes! It's all for Lao Tzu to dodge! ”

Three men in black suits who looked bad at first glance scolded all the way, pushed away the crowd and walked to the front of the stage, one of them yelled at Zhao Mengyao in the center of the stage:

"Miss Zhao, right! Our brother Long wants you, come with us! ”

Hearing the words "Brother Long", the crowd of onlookers around them obviously took a step back, and they didn't want to have anything to do with the first mysterious boss in City A.

Besides, even this night bar is the industry under Brother Long. Strictly speaking, Miss Zhao, who is stationed in this bar, still works for Brother Long.

Isn't it natural for a boss to want to find his own employees?

Although anyone with a discerning eye can see what kind of inhuman treatment the delicate and beautiful young lady on the stage will suffer once he falls into the hands of these rough men.

But no one dared to meddle in Brother Long's affairs.

Except for newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers.

Lu Mingyu, a waiter who was just recruited by the night bar, a stunned young man who had just entered college and came to the bar to work part-time, didn't he stand up?

"Hey! Who are you? If you let Miss Zhao go with you, will she have to go with you? This is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and he still doesn't talk about the king's law? ”

"Yo-heh-this kid, do you still want to be a hero to save beauty?"

One of the strong men stepped forward and easily picked up Lu Mingyu's collar, and said with a cruel smile: "Look at your thin arms and legs, look in the mirror first, and then think about being a hero, right?" ”

"yes, what else are you talking to us about? He doesn't know, our brother Long is the king? ”

"Take a closer look, this kid has fine skin and tender meat, and he looks pretty good?" Another brawny man came closer, narrowing his eyes and looking at him meaningfully and with ill will.

Lu Mingyu had just stepped into the society, where had he seen this battle, and he was stunned for a while, he didn't know what to do, and even regretted his impulse just now.

At that moment, a voice as beautiful as a nightingale, as calm as water, sounded.

"Let him go, I'll go with you."

Zhao Mengyao was wearing a pure white dress, her long black and silky hair exuded a faint luster, and her palm-sized face was slightly powdered, delicate and lovely.

She put down the microphone and slowly walked down from the stage, her skirt fluttering, and her temperament seemed elegant and indifferent to others, but only Zhao Mengyao herself understood that this indifference was just the rest of the complete disappointment...... It's just a cloud of ashes.

Zhao Mengyao was not surprised by the riots at this time.

The day before yesterday, the content of her aunt and uncle's chat, Zhao Mengyao happened to hear it clearly at the door.

"That gentleman asked for Meng Yao by name?"

"yes. I wonder too. It is said that Brother Nalong seems to have been married before, but his new wife was abused to death by him in less than a week, and no woman dared to approach him again, and he rarely had news about women. But he is thriving in City A, investing in industries in various fields, and his worth has long been difficult to estimate, what woman can't he want? How could you just name that little girl? ”