"Give me a traffic light."

The man was already sitting at the bar, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned and loose, and the cuffs were folded up, revealing his good-looking and thin wrists.

The shirt on his body was already slightly wrinkled, but it didn't stop his noble temperament at all.

Jiang Chacha immediately whispered to the bartender next to him, and when he turned around, he saw him sitting in front of her, with a faint drunkenness in his eyes.

Jiang Chacha's heart slowly fell.

She was scared to death just now.

Wen Huaizhi came over when she wasn't paying attention just now, making her think that he had discovered her for the first time, and she was exposed.

As a result, he ordered a glass of wine and sat down straight.

The other person was already drunk, but he looked like he was sober on the outside.

There is no embarrassment, even if he is sitting in a nightclub, he seems to be wearing a white suit, polite and gentle.

He doesn't seem to recognize himself yet.

As for not knowing how drunk he is now, and how much sanity he has left when he is drunk, I don't know this ginger tea.

So she buried her head and tried to lower her presence.

"What's your name?"

She stiffened.

Damn, do drunk Wen Huaizhi still have the habit of talking to someone???

She was silent.

Mom told her not to talk to drunkards.

She was sober to see how much alcohol he had been poured into.

And now he sat politely in front of her, young and old, with the sexy and mature air of an adult, and his shirt was stained with the smell of wine, which got into her nose little by little, and she was going to get drunk if she smelled too much.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he sat there alone, not knowing whether he was asleep or what.

He leaned on the bar and squinted for a moment.

Jiang Chacha was the first time to see him so tired, his head rested on his arm, even if he was lying on his stomach to rest, in this basically unconscious state, his body was not relaxed, he seemed to be in a state where no mistakes were allowed to rest.

He's like a screw that's been screwed to death.

His hair color is very dark, and Jiang Cha Cha has never seen such a strong hair color. His hair was black and hard, and she thought, it must have been particularly uncomfortable to touch.

Just when she was distracted, the man suddenly raised his head, he looked through the lenses, twisted his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at her.

"You look as small as I am."

Jiang Cha Cha, who was wearing a mask, stiffened her body again.

Seeing her lower her head again, Wen Huaizhi smiled again, "You don't look like you're an adult yet." ”

Ginger Tea Tea was silent.

She was now almost certain that he was drunk.

Because if it was a sober Wen Huaizhi, he would never speak like this, and the first second after seeing her, he would definitely recognize her as her.

Because, he has already been deceived by her once.

So she became a little bolder, and she looked at her with her eyes outward.

What kind of experience will it be to talk to Wen Huaizhi after being drunk?

After hesitating for a moment, she replied, "Yes, young master, I am as old as you." ”

Seeing that she finally responded to herself, Wen Huaizhi had a smile on his face again, he inherited his mother's beauty.

His amorous eyes looked at her tenderly, like the little boy with the purest heart when he was a child, the boy who would be strong enough to organize his classmates to protect his mother even if he was burdened with gossip.

His eyes were like spring water, flowing quietly between the valleys.

When drunk, his face is even more charming, incomparably beautiful, and at the same time dangerously deceptive.

The eyes of the gold-rimmed glasses smile at you, and your heart seems to be about to melt.

This gentle face soon showed a look similar to sadness towards her.

"What's wrong?" She was stunned, and a little curious.

She was just surprised that the Wen Huaizhi she saw today would be so different.

He looked at her, his eyebrows twisted down a little.

"You're so young, did your parents let you work here?"

Jiang Chacha didn't expect him to say this, his eyes flashed slightly.

So she thought about it.

She found the most classic words that would not go wrong, "No way, the family is in dire straits, there is more money here, and it is easy, so I will come here to work." ”

She was going to comfort a drunken man: "Actually, it's good here, I basically haven't been taken advantage of." ”

Wen Huaizhi's eyes smiled at her through the lenses, the light here was dim, only the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected the broken light, and he said softly: "When you choose a relatively easy path, fate has already marked its price behind your back when you get the honorarium." ”

His hand on the bar stepped forward, his upper body leaning over a little, his eyes glowing gently, and he looked at her closer.

Under a thin layer of lenses, his slightly drunken eyes stared at her, and his pupils burst out with an incomparably beautiful light.

He was drunk, and the fox eyes were staring straight at her, and she felt like her heart was about to beat out.

"You're beautiful."

"You're born with a beautiful card better than anyone else."

He stared straight at her for a moment, then stepped back.

"But you shouldn't eat youth, you shouldn't sell your beauty, it's the choice of the weak."

"Beauty can help you gain money, power, fame and fortune, but it can also hurt you when you are most vulnerable and defenseless, like a wild beast biting you."

"You know what? Beauty is actually a killing card, only when it is pinched in your own hand," the drunken Wen Huaizhi leaned drunkenly on the bar and smiled softly at her, he stretched out his finger and lazily stretched out his index finger and middle finger.

That's the action of pinching cards at the table.

There was a smile in his eyes.

"It's going to be an invincible killer card."

The girl in the black dress at the bar listened quietly to his finish.

After listening, she smiled at him with her eyes exposed.

"Young Master Wen, I've been taught."

Wen Huaizhi, who was unconscious, only felt that there was a vague figure in front of him, and a woman's voice came from his ears.

"I will always keep your words in my heart."

He only felt that his head was swollen and painful, and the excessive amount of alcohol made his stomach uncomfortable, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't.

He closed his eyes, his hands on his forehead, and endured physical and mental torture by the bar.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting, and behind him was a very noisy dance floor, in which men and women were dancing against their bodies with sweat and hormones.

It's a city that never sleeps, it's a place where lust indulges, where there are no moral constraints, and where men and women reveal their most primitive and dirty souls, only seeking thrills.

The seniors in the financial circle just told him.

"You go and ask for a more stimulating drink, have fun tonight, let's continue to talk about this while drinking."

So he came over and asked for a glass of the nightclub's most stomach-hurting signature drink.

It's called a traffic light.

When he goes out in the car, he always encounters all kinds of traffic lights.

His life, with countless forks in the road, has traffic lights.

But his traffic light, since the Porsche in elementary school broke into his life, his life was only cold and terrible red light.

He had always been trapped at that fork in the road in his childhood.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, he just felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his stomach was like a knife, and he was so confused that he couldn't judge how fast or slow time was moving.

At the edge of his consciousness that is about to dissipate, he seems to stretch out his feet and step into a flashy dream, and he will be crushed at any time when he steps on the air.

Just then, he heard someone approaching.

"Young master, the traffic light you lit."

A glass of wine was placed in front of him.

He can't sleep, he still has a drinking party.

He propped himself up, he desperately wanted to take a sip to bring himself back to his senses, so he didn't think about it, picked it up, and took a sip without distraction.

It was warm to the touch, tasteless, like a stream slipping down his throat.

Wen Huaizhi was stunned, and at the same time, he heard the sound of glass breaking in his ears.

He suddenly came to his senses.

It's a glass of warm water.

He squinted sharply, and suddenly raised his head, where there was no light to fall, the figure of the woman just now had disappeared.

(End of chapter)