A senior artist from the same company had just moved and invited many people to her new home for a warming party on New Year's Day.

Shen Qingzhao asked Tyson before leaving in the evening: "Sister Qiu Lin's warming party tonight, are you going?" ”

Tyson never replied.

When Shen Qingzhao arrived at Qiu Lin's new house and took the elevator to enter the house, he received Tyson's reply: [I have an emergency meeting in the company, you can go. 】

With a "jingle bell", the silver-white elevator stopped steadily, and the door slowly opened.

Shen Qingzhao pressed the lock screen, with a bright smile, and looked up at the house.

Her gaze was subconsciously fixed on a man.

It's not that she's obsessed, it's because it's too dark in the room, except for a warm yellow light on the bar, which is as bright as day.

The man stood calmly in the lamplight, his face deep, his dark blue shirt handsome. He leaned with one hand on the dark brown sandalwood bar, laughing intimately with the women from a distance.

A group of women surrounded him like stars and moons, scrambling to talk to him. The corners of the man's mouth are always slightly upturned, it is just the right smile, and the behavior is the style of a veteran British gentleman.

The man had a bartender beside his elbow, which seemed to be the bartender that the host of the congratulatory party had invited tonight.

The charming waiter is always a delight to the eye at the party. It's a secret that everyone knows.

Shen Qingzhao walked over, sat down in a dimly lit corner on the edge of the bar, and expertly ordered a glass of white vodka.

The man glanced at her, winked at her, and spoke in the standard London accent: "Yes, myladdy."

The woman sitting next to Shen Qingzhao and Shen Qingzhao knew each other, and the two exchanged a few words of greeting, chatted a few innocuous questions, and then looked away with interest.

The bartender put the wine glass in front of her at the right time, and Shen Qingzhao took a sip boredly, only to realize that the taste was wrong.

She frowned and looked at the charming-looking bartender. Then, under his gaze, he pushed the glass in front of him, and his fingers curled, and he slowly tapped the glass in his hand.

It's a silent inquiry.

The man tilted his head, smiled calmly, and showed a neat mouthful of teeth: "I'm sorry for this young lady, the white vodka is too strong, I took it upon myself to replace it with a mojito." ”

The mojito is a cocktail, and the degree is not as good as the old white dry sold in the street shop.

Shen Qingzhao lost the interest in tasting and put the cup back on the table.

She smiled at the man, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of her eyes: "As the saying goes, the customer is God." Who made you change God's preferences on your own initiative? ”

The man shook his head and said to her with a serious expression, "You are more like Aphrodite than God." ”

He tilted his head, stretched out his hand and pushed the glass back in front of Shen Qingzhao:

"I'm sorry, but I just hope you don't get drunk so quickly. That way we have more time to talk and spend time together. ”

The man stared intently at Shen Qingzhao, reciting the lines like the opening lines of a medieval romantic drama.

Shen Qingzhao only felt that it was too fake and funny. This kind of look and way of speaking, she is all too familiar, because she will be like this.

This may be a homogeneous rejection.

The man smiled politely: "So, when the party is over, can you give me a chance to send you home?" ”

Because there are many guests who come to Qiu Lin's house today, their cars are parked in the underground garage of Qiu Lin's house.

Cars of all kinds range in value from hundreds of thousands to millions, like a small car show.

It is said that things follow their owners, and the price of the car can easily divide people into three, six, nine and so on. A group of little stars diligently watched the bigwigs driving away in luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz and Bentley, but they still refused to leave, they still stood in place, waiting patiently.

The highlight of the "small car show" - the most luxurious car in the audience is still parked in place, not gone.

It was a red Ferrari supercar, imported in original condition, and even the license plate number was an arrogant serial number.

Everyone is looking forward to the owner of this sports car.

They talked a lot, rushing to say their conjectures. Some people think that this should be the new favorite of a certain actor; Some people think that this should be the car of an international director......

At this point, the bartender hummed a Hotel California song and swaggered into the underground parking lot.

No one greeted him, everyone was contemptuous, and they were all indifferent.

The bartender was not annoyed, and walked straight up to the Ferrari, ripped off the stereotypical Windsor knot around his neck with one hand, and unlocked the car with the other.

Now it was everyone's turn to be stunned. They watched with mixed expressions as the bartender, who had grovelled for everyone all night, opened the door of the Ferrari and roared away to the roar of the top-of-the-line engine.