Entering through the back door is the manor's kitchen and storage room.

There were a lot of people there, but it wasn't noisy; on the contrary, they were working in an orderly manner.

Hua Jian found the contact person and sent over the medical examination report, and only then did he receive a set of work clothes.

Mixing drinks is a job he is very familiar with, and his workplace is behind the bar on the first floor of the hall.

This place is ridiculously large, and the private bar has more drinks than [SO].

Lu Zexi stood by the railing on the second floor, smoking, his eyes fixed on the boy who was mixing drinks with ease.

"Bo Lin, guess what the person downstairs looks like behind the mask?"

Bo Lin's eyes turned slightly, and paused when he saw the boy behind the bar, who looked like the person he had just seen on the street.

He withdrew his gaze indifferently: "I don't like men and I'm not interested in guessing."

Lu Zexi sneered, "Before the age of 35, men's sexual desires are at their peak. How dare you still be a virgin? As long as you're not impotent and don't get turned on by women, you'll definitely get turned on by men."

Bo Lin frowned: "Isn't it disgusting?"

Lu Zexi likes men herself, and she thinks like a lunatic that Bo Lin, who has no lover, also likes men.

Bo Lin felt sick at the thought of a man posing in front of him.

Lu Zexi glanced at him and said, "I'm waiting to see your old house catch fire."

Bo Lin said casually, "Absolutely impossible."

Lu Zexi didn't argue. He pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and said, "Come in. We'll open a new bottle of wine tonight."

It was less than 6 o'clock in the afternoon and Hua Jian was slacking off behind the bar when she was suddenly called by a housekeeper to the second floor to mix cocktails.

This is what Hua Jian often does.

As soon as they reached the second floor, the housekeeper's intercom rang. He pointed out the room to Hua Jian and then hurried away.

Hua Jian went there by herself and just as she reached the door and was about to knock.

The door was opened from the inside, and a tall man in a white shirt walked out with slightly unsteady steps.

Hua Jian opened her eyes slightly and immediately wanted to step back, but the man slipped on something.

Just like that, Hua Jian's eyes met his.

The man was so handsome and looked so calm that Hua Jian paused and subconsciously raised her hand to catch the white shirt that was "throwing itself into his arms".