In a bar-looking ordinary, Zhou Yiheng sat opposite Zuo Qing, Duan Sichen was also there, and the two were drinking champagne, both looking in the same direction.

"Why didn't you bring that slave of yours today?" Zhou Yiheng asked curiously: "This is your first slave in the circle, right?" ”

"No, there is no relationship yet." Zuo Qing looked at the center of the dance hall, a handsome young man was dancing, his eyes were like silk, and his body was full of the vitality of youth.

"That person's name is Zhiyi, a pseudonym, a newcomer who has just entered the South Bar, he is beautiful and beautiful, and many masters in the circle are eyeing this piece of meat, do you want to try it? It's no worse than the one before you. Duan Sichen took a big sip of wine, as if he had something on his mind.

Zuo Qing only said: "The eyes are good." ”

Zhou Yiheng smiled: "I think it's good everywhere, there should be an auction in a few days, I plan to try, don't grab it from me." ”

Duan Sichen drank a lot of wine, and said a little vaguely: "Ben is two months younger, and he is not in the mood to fight with you." ”

"I said Lao Duan, it's just a woman, do you need to be so sad?" Zhou Yiheng paused and said: "If you want me to see, women are troublesome, if you want to talk about feelings, these children in the bar are refreshing, and you can be clear if you give money, don't procrastinate, don't delay finding your next home." ”

Duan Sichen looked at the center of the dance hall and said stunned: "You don't understand that you who have never been in love seriously, feelings are not unforgettable, when I hooked up with others, I was just playing, and I accidentally fell into it, which is really unlucky." ”

"Listening to your tone, do you regret it or rejoice?"

The other party giggled twice and fell directly onto the table.

"You can't drink, you have to drink." Zhou Yiheng said in disgust, and then looked to the left: "How are you handling things in the United States?" How long will it take to be back this time? ”

She turned the transparent glass and said, "It depends on the mood." ”

He didn't ask again, and changed the subject: "Why did you suddenly remember to take slaves?" ”

Under the light, the wine in the quilt was dark red, and her eyes were a little unpredictable: "...... It's time for a dog to go home. ”

Zhou Yiheng didn't understand much, everyone has their own secrets, there is no need to be transparent, and occasionally confused can be just right.

There was a new person in the center of the dance hall, and the boy just now was talking to someone, and he whispered to the left and passed.

In the noisy crowd, under the flickering lights, she sat quietly alone, Duan Sichen on the table fell asleep, drunk and unconscious, Zuo Qing drank the last sip of red wine, and helped the person walk out.

During the summer vacation, Wen Li soaked in the company all day, graduated in another year, and had to go to the company for an internship at the request of his family, and he was busy until late every day before coming back.

Mother Wen looked distressed, and persuaded several times to no avail, and the young man seemed to be enchanted and buried himself in the pile of documents.

Heavy work can be like the strongest wine, as long as you keep drinking, you can temporarily forget all the sad things, which is actually a kind of avoidance and stubbornness that refuses to give in.

The evening breeze was blowing, Wen Li didn't leave the company until ten o'clock in the evening, and the housekeeper respectfully opened the car door, but he didn't go in.

Not far away, by the flowerbed, a low-key Maybach was parked, which, like its owner, was hard to ignore even if it was so dark that it was infinitely close to the night.

A faint layer of cold light shot at him.

Zuo Qing opened the car window, and under the dim street lamp, he couldn't see her expression clearly.