While listening to the system's speech, Ye Dusheng took the money from the guests on the table, stood up, and was about to leave.

But at this time, the tall and mighty guest raised his foot and blocked his way.

Ye Dusheng's eyes were still as charming as silk, but there was a coldness in his eyes, his seductive peach blossom eyes were slightly raised, his eyes fell on the guests, and he smiled indifferently: "Mr. Qin, do you still want me to drink with you?" ”

The person in front of him is named Qin Di, and he is very fond of the original owner's field, but the purpose is not for that kind of thing.

The top two buttons of Ye Dusheng's shirt were not buttoned, and the snow-white neck and delicate collarbone were exposed, silently seducing Qin Di who was leaning on the chair.

Qin Di, who had a tough and handsome face, withdrew his feet, looked at Ye Dusheng's body with a blank look, and said in an ambiguous tone: "It's not interesting to drink all the time, I've been looking for you for several days, you don't understand what I mean, as long as you follow me, I can give you as much money as you need." ”

As he spoke, Qin Di moved his hands and feet, and when his hand was about to touch Ye Dusheng's waist, Ye Dusheng smiled and quickly moved away from his body, dodging Qin Di's hand.

The slender and fair-skinned jade hand was placed in front of his forehead, Ye Dusheng rubbed his temples, twisted his eyebrows slightly, stared at Qin Di with a lazy and charming expression, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I only sing and drink with wine, and I don't go to bed." ”

If it weren't for his family's circumstances, the original owner would not have stepped into this bar at all.

The original owner is gay at all, and it is already his limit to endure nausea and accompany the wine, and it is impossible to sell his body in exchange for money.

Although this is a bar, it is also a famous bar in City C, and with the presence of a bartender, ordinary people still dare not make a big deal.

Therefore, after Ye Dusheng turned around and left, Qin Di also pouted regretfully and continued to drink.

Back in the lounge, Ye Dusheng leaned against the wall seductively, lowering his eyelashes to call the system.

'Now you can transfer the plane story. ’

The system quickly responded to Ye Dusheng, and her voice was a little weak.

[Transmission plot ......]

But before the words were finished, the plot had not been officially transmitted, and the system suddenly fell silent.

"System?" After not seeing the system speak again for a long time, Ye Dusheng called out with regret on his face, but did not get an answer from the system.

After a few minutes, after the system was still silent, the doubts in Ye Dusheng's heart became even greater.

What happened to the system?

Until the early hours of the morning, when Ye Dusheng returned to the rental house after work, there was still no sound in the system, as if it did not exist at all.

Every time Ye Dusheng is in place, he can actually enter the system space, but he hasn't gone out.

Thinking about the method that the system told him, he silently recited the sentence 'Enter the system space', but after still no response, Ye Dusheng gave up.

Leaning in front of the window, looking at the stars and moonlight in the deep blue sky, Ye Dusheng frowned, half-hidden peach blossom eyes, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

What the hell is wrong with the system?

And without the original plot, how does he know what the identity of this plane lover is?

How do you know who the male and female protagonists of this plane are?

The evening breeze with a hint of coolness came to the face, blowing Ye Dusheng's slightly curly short hair, the pair of seductive peach blossom eyes gradually sank, and as the eyelashes fluttered, the tears under the eyes became more and more charming.

Leaning on begonia flowers and stuffed bears?

But in the vast sea of people, how can he verify them one by one.

What's more, what if the lover of this plane belongs to the kind of person who is thoughtful and does not reveal his emotions?