Chapter 3 He is my man
Shen Qingzhao looked at the two of them for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak.
The tone was lazy, with a little sneer: "Can you stop for a moment, this eldest sister?" β
Her voice wasn't high, but it was clear and abrupt in the silent hallway.
Yan Sibai quickly raised his head and was obviously stunned when he saw Shen Qingzhao.
Shen Qing glanced at the young man. He seemed to be trying to say something, but in the end he pursed his lips without saying a word.
It's just that the eyebrows are furrowed, and they look a little frightened.
I don't know if this panic was because he was harassed by a middle-aged woman, or because he saw Shen Qingzhao in this embarrassing situation.
The woman was drunk and delirious, put her arm diagonally on Yan Sibai's shoulder, sneered, and asked, "Who are you?" β
Shen Qingzhao didn't answer, and said, "Eldest sister, you have to be decent. You're hereβ"
She paused, and her voice sounded a little genuinely concerned: "How bad the impact is." β
"It's your business." The woman scolded dryly.
Shen Qingzhao was not annoyed after hearing this, his expression was still calm and peaceful, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was a habitual smile.
"Of course it's my business, you're holding my people, can you let go?"
Yan Sibai's eyes widened suddenly.
The woman looked at Shen Qingzhao provocatively: "No." He's a waiter here, I'm a guest, and he has to do whatever I tell him to do. β
"You are a guest, not a host. What are you doing here? β
Shen Qingzhao sneered, walked closer to the middle-aged woman, and before the woman could react, he took out his mobile phone and took a high-definition photo of the woman's hand that had been restless.
She held her mobile phone and shook it at the middle-aged woman, and smiled proudly: "If you are not decent, then I can only help you be decent." β
"You deleted the photo for my mother!" After seeing the flash light on, the woman immediately panicked, withdrew her hand from Yan Sibai's body, and said with a fierce face, "I, I'm going to call the security guard!" β
Shen Qingzhao nodded, happy: "If you don't feel ashamed, shout loudly, by the way, I will help you print out the photo and paste it all over the telephone poles around here, so that everyone knows that you are lonely and unbearable late at night, and you will be harassed by grabbing a waiter casually." β
The middle-aged woman finally showed fear on her face: "You dare?" Do you know who I am? β
"Of course I know," Shen Qing glanced at her, and his tone was unwavering, "A fake rich woman who has no money and pretends to be here, right?" You've got this coat from a few years ago. β
The middle-aged woman opened her mouth and didn't speak.
Shen Qingzhao raised his chin at her, and said to himself, "The ring you are wearing on your hand is the Qing Dynasty Ice Seed Jade that Sotheby's auction house just auctioned last month. This is the only one. β
"Right...... That's right! What's wrong? Why do you say my ring is fake? β
"Because it's really in my mother's hand." Shen Qing looked at the woman's eyes with compassion.
It's like looking at a fool.
The woman's face turned green suddenly.
Shen Qingzhao took advantage of the victory to pursue, and asked again: "Do you want to call everyone over and make the scene more lively, or do you want to get out of here now?" β
The middle-aged woman stared at Shen Qingzhao and looked at it carefully a few times, feeling that Shen Qingzhao's dress was not a layman, and it might not be easy to provoke, so she scolded and left.
Shen Qingzhao lazily watched the woman walk away until the figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Sibai facing her sideways, squatting down on one knee and placing the wooden tray in his hand on the ground.
He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and pulled them upwards a few times, revealing his strong, tight forearms.
Then slowly pick up the glass slag from the broken red wine bottles on the ground.
The young man's hands are knotted and his fingers are long and thin, and even the action of picking up the glass shards is pleasing to the eye.
In the silence, only the crisp sound of the clash of glass could be heard. The boy didn't seem to have much thought of talking to her.
Shen Qingzhao finally chose to take the initiative to break the silence. She walked over, crouched down, and helped Yan Sibai pick up a piece of broken glass on the ground.
She held the piece of broken glass and handed it to the young man, and said in an interesting tone: "You don't have anything to say to me?" β
"Thank you." The movement of Yan Sibai's hand paused, and his voice was lowered, as if it was difficult to speak, "...... Sister. β
The title was shouted reluctantly, and the young man's originally hoarse voice was obedient and tickling to hear.
Shen Qingzhao felt that the young man was very much like a little wolf cub who had been lifted by the back of his neck at this moment.
A smile grew in her eyes, and she casually tossed the glass into the tray and clapped her hands.
"Just send me away?"
ββ¦β¦β
Yan Sibai was silent, stood up to get the mop, but the moment he stood up, a palm-sized post-it note slipped out of his trouser pocket and fell into the red wine on the ground.
The dense handwriting on the notebook quickly blurred, and it was dirty.
Shen Qingzhao wanted to help pick it up. was stopped by Yan Sibai: "It's okay, I don't want it." We'll just clean up later. β
Shen Qingzhao sighed and lowered his eyes to take a closer look. The horizontal and vertical coordinates are vaguely visible on the book, and there are many English letters, which seem very esoteric and difficult to understand.
She looked at it twice, and she didn't know it: "Is this a physics problem?" β
Yan Sibai shook his head and turned to get the mop: "This is mathematics. β
"Huh?"
"Mathematical modelling problems."
ββ¦β¦β
Sure enough, at the end of the math is the English alphabet.
Shen Qingzhao took the art exam in high school, studied art in college, and never took a few cultural classes. She looked at the content that seemed to be like a book in the sky, turned her head and asked, "You're only a freshman, and the knowledge you have to take at the end of the economics exam is so difficult?" β
Yan Sibai walked back with a mop, and the mopping action was meticulous and skillful.
He answered questions related to knowledge patiently: "I don't test this knowledge at the end of the semester." I am going to participate in the national mathematics competition, and I have nothing to do, doing a few problems to practice my hands. β
Shen Qingzhao was stunned.
Do questions and practice your hands. It sounds like something that a top student would do.
Shen Qing pretended to be careless and asked, "Which university are you?" β
"Jiang Da." The boy's voice was firm.
Shen Qingzhao knew that this school, although it was famous for Jiang Cheng, was actually an ordinary second book.
A student with two books, while preparing for the final exam, while preparing for the competition, and also taking time to come out to work?
The red wine reflected the reflection of the young man, and the outline of the face was more and more indistinguishable.
Shen Qingzhao didn't ask much, patted him on the shoulder, and stood up with a smile.
She said, "I believe you, the competition must be fine." β
Shen Qingzhao went to the bathroom to make up for his makeup, and when he returned to the box, everyone was drunk, and several people were lying crookedly on their backs, as if they were asleep.
Yu Lan was drunk, holding a cigarette in her hand, and was shouting for a lighter. Seeing Shen Qingzhao coming back, he pointed at her and complained, "Where have you been?" So long. β
Shen Qingzhao sat back in his old position, took out a lighter from his pocket and threw it to Yu Lan: "My hero saved the United States." β
Yu Lan's eyes lit up: "Beauty or beauty?" β
Shen Qingzhao just smiled and changed the topic casually: "By the way, there is a waiter here, named Yan Sibai." You ask your friend to help and take care of him. β
Yu Lan was interested and approached: "Who?" Do you know? β
Shen Qingzhao said: "It is not easy for my tenant's children to prepare for the final exam of economics and math competitions while preparing for the part-time job. β
Yu Lan's attention was completely off: "There are dozens of houses in your hands, why have I never heard that you are so concerned about the children of which tenants?" Hmph, don't you have a relationship with peopleβ"
Shen Qingzhao smiled and lit the cigarette, spewing out a cool puff of smoke, stopping Yu Lan's remaining words.
She smiled, "Well, I know you're jealous, I love you forever, baby." β
"Grass." Yu Lan was caught off guard and choked, "What the are you smoking chimneys, so strong?" β
"Outside the smoke, Russian. I'll send you one back. Shen Qingzhao smiled.
Yu Lan waved her hand quickly, her expression with three points of fear: "I can't smoke, you can keep it." β
"And where are your friends?"
"Don't worry," Yu Lan took out her phone and looked down at the contacts, "I'll tell him now." β
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At three o'clock in the morning, the night broke up.
Yan Sibai remembered the bottle of red wine that had been broken by mistake, and turned to go to the foreman's office.
He explained the situation to the foreman and did not shirk responsibility: "The wine money will be deducted from my salary." β
The foreman glanced at him, lowered his head and continued to swipe his phone: "Do you know how expensive that bottle of red wine is?" I can't afford to sell it to you. β
Yan Sibai pursed his lips and was silent.
"Let's go, don't have to pay for it," the foreman couldn't bear it, and showed Yan Sibai the news sent to him by the boss just now, "Our boss just watched the surveillance, and said that you are not to blame for this, you don't have to lose money." β
Yan Sibai was stunned. He has worked countless jobs, and it is a fluke that the boss does not exploit people, and this is the first time he has met such a kind-hearted boss.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly. After a moment of silence, he bowed slightly in thanks: "Thank you." Please also please help me, thank you boss. β
The foreman waved his hand lazily, and he didn't know if he heard Yan Sibai's thanks, but just gestured that he could go.
Yan Sibai turned to leave. He walked into the locker room, changed out of his drunken and smoked waiter's clothes, and put on his coat.
He zipped up his coat and pulled his phone out of the cupboard.
The phone's breathing light was clearly off, and he pressed the lock screen.
A bunch of useless class group messages, a message from "Yan Fanglin".
And a message from the "landlord":
- During this time, it is important to study, and I can pay my rent slowly. You can message me if you have something.
There is no obstruction, no distress, and no privacy is intimidated. It's a warmth that has been lost for a long time.
It seems to know that he doesn't need useless mercy.
Yan Sibai's hand holding the phone tightened.
The retina seems to stay in the phantoms. He could clearly remember the woman's beautiful and seductive face with a lazy smile.
and when she helped herself out, the words of carelessness and knowledge of luxury goods resurfaced in her ears.
In just a few words, she outlines the normal state of her rich and wanton life.
and himself are completely two worlds of people.
After a moment of scarthing, Yan Sibai stroked the scabbed wound on his forehead, as if exhausted, and slowly leaned against the tin cabinet and closed his eyes.