Chapter 22 The second time he went to the bar, he fell into a familiar embrace...

The summer cicadas' chirping is indistinct, especially in shaded areas. Qi Yu walked along the poplar-lined avenue behind him, and only when the cicadas' chirping died down did his frown relax.

This is the only way from Yulong Bay to the old street. He originally planned to stop by the bar while running at night like last time, but after thinking about it carefully, even if Chen Xiaodong's method is useful, it will take some time to get out. So he simply gave up the idea of ​​going out for a night run tonight and put on some casual clothes and went out.

If this method doesn’t work...just treat it as a rest night and chat with junior students in the same major.

After passing Poplar Avenue, the old street was within easy reach. But as he walked along, Qi Yu always wanted to look back a few times.

He didn't know if he was too sensitive or for some other reason, but he had clearly run this route many times, but this time he always felt that something was following him like a shadow, staring at him from a corner behind him. But every time he turned around, all he saw were the bustling crowds of people walking and shopping in groups of three or four, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

Could it be that the aftereffects of the last hospitalization have not yet healed and he is experiencing hallucinations?

Qi Yu couldn't help but quicken his pace, turned across the street, and walked into the familiar gate.

The bar was as lively and noisy as ever. If Qi Yu hadn't made an appointment with Daniel Chan, he would never have set foot there a second time.

The second time, Qi Yu headed for the bar with a clear goal in mind. However, when he emerged from the crowd, he saw no sign of Chen Xiaodong behind the counter. Qi Yu paused, then remembered that Chen Xiaodong had only said he would be working on Friday, but hadn't specified the exact time. Perhaps he had arrived too early.

Thinking of this, Qi Yu turned his gaze to the only bartender on the scene.

The bartender looked a little older, with a simple and honest face that didn't fit in with the bar. He was shaking the shaker seriously and didn't seem to notice him.

Qi Yu said, "Hello."

The bartender looked up when he heard the voice and saw Qi Yu looking at him. He quickly put on a professional smile and said, "Hello, customer. How can I help you?"

Qi Yu asked, "Excuse me, when will your bartender, Chen Xiaodong, arrive? I've arranged to meet him here tonight."

As soon as Qi Yu finished speaking, he saw the bartender's eyes light up. The shaker he was shaking up and down stopped, and he walked over to him in two steps. "You're looking for Chen Xiaodong. You're the senior, right?"

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "It's me, you are...?"

"It's like this." The bartender pointed at himself and introduced himself to Qi Yu. "I'm Xiaodong's friend. He had something urgent tonight and couldn't come, so he asked for leave. I'm here to cover for him. He specifically told me to apologize if you came."

"Is that so?" Qi Yu nodded to show that he understood. "In that case, I won't disturb you from working. I'll leave first."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

The bartender quickly raised his hand to stop him, "Hey! Senior, now that you're here, don't leave in such a hurry."

Qi Yu: "Anything else?"

"It's like this. Xiaodong admires you very much. He was originally looking forward to meeting you, but the school assigned him work. He left in a hurry last time and didn't ask for your contact information. He made you run for nothing today. He feels really bad. He asked me to wait for you and buy you a drink as apology. I hope you don't get angry."

As the bartender spoke, he gracefully poured the yellow liquor in the cup into a tall glass and pushed it in front of Qi Yu, as if he had prepared it for a long time.

The glass of wine was so close that Qi Yu could see the tiny orange pulp particles floating in it, and the light scent of lemon juice lingered in his nose, without any smell of alcohol.

It’s not wine, but it looks more like a glass of juice with great appearance.

However, Qi Yu had suffered a loss from the fruit wine before, so he did not reach out to take it. He said politely, "No one can predict the sudden events. I won't drink the wine."

The bartender paused, his eyelids drooping slightly. When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with pleading. "Brother, just have a few sips. Xiaodong told me you can't hold your liquor well. This low-proof wine can be ignored. Many female college students who come here don't know how to drink, so this is the entry-level drink. I've been asked to serve you this. If you don't drink, I'd be embarrassed to go back and explain to Xiaodong."

As he said this, he clenched his fists and bowed to Qi Yu. Coupled with that honest face that almost everyone has in their youth, Qi Yu inexplicably had the illusion that he was bullying an honest person.

After hesitating for a moment, Qi Yu took the glass of fruit wine and took a sip.

Seeing him drink, the bartender smiled with relief, as if he was happy to have completed Chen Xiaodong's commission. He then started chatting with Qi Yu, "Senior, although I am Xiaodong's friend, my academic qualifications are much lower than his, a top Peking University student. If I hadn't worked in the same shop with him, I probably wouldn't have met him. You are the second Peking University student I have met. It's an honor."

Qi Yu sipped the fruit wine in his hand and, facing the bartender's admiring gaze, replied, "I've graduated for many years too."

The bartender's eyes widened in surprise. "It's been a long time since you graduated? Looking at your face, I thought you were still a student! You look so young."

Qi Yu felt a little helpless. He had been in the workplace for so long, but was he still giving off a student-like vibe?

In the following time, the bartender in front of him continued to make drinks for other guests while chatting with Qi Yu. He talked a lot and was very enthusiastic. Out of politeness, Qi Yu did not interrupt him forcibly. It was not until the glass of wine was finished that the bartender slowly stopped talking.

"How's it going, senior?" The other party sized him up and asked tentatively, "I wasn't kidding, was I? This wine really isn't strong. You drank most of it. How do you feel now?"

Qi Yu stood up and paused for a moment. The familiar feeling of drunkenness did not come over him, so he nodded and said, "Yes. Please thank Xiaodong for the wine. I'll be leaving first."

Seeing him leave, the bartender winked at the booth nearby. The next second after he looked away, a tall man stood up from the booth.

After saying goodbye to the bartender, Qi Yu was walking towards the door, avoiding the crowd. The air was filled with the strong smell of alcohol mixed with perfume, which made him feel more and more dizzy. His originally clear mind became chaotic and blurry as he avoided the crowd again and again.

The light and shadows before his eyes flickered, as if it had suddenly rained indoors. The rain hit his eyes, blending all the light and darkness into a mottled mosaic.

At this moment, a strange heat surged in his lower abdomen and chest. Every step he took felt like it was filled with lead, or like he was walking on clouds. He felt unsteady and staggered as if he would fall down at any moment.

“Hu…Hu…”

Qi Yu was panting and suddenly stopped in the crowd.

Something was wrong. His body was reacting as if he had a fever or was drunk, but Qi Yu knew that he was neither of these two situations, because neither fever nor drunkenness would cause him to have a physiological reaction.

He has been tricked.

The bartender's warm and honest face flashed through his mind, and even though Qi Yu had good manners, he couldn't help but swear.

He had no grudge against the man, so why did he drug him? Who ordered him to do so? Was it Daniel Chan?

Qi Yu acted decisively and grabbed the arm of the person closest to him. Before he could even utter the words "Call the police for me," he was yanked aside by a powerful force. He turned around in shock and saw a familiar face.

The man used all his strength to pull him out, while he apologized to the person whose arm he had grabbed, "I'm sorry, brother, my friend can't hold his liquor well. When he's drunk, he likes to talk nonsense and grab people. I'm here to apologize for you. You can continue dancing and don't worry about us."

The man expressed his understanding and turned around to continue dancing.

In a flash, Qi Yu finally remembered who this person was!

Last week he rejected the mustache guy's advances, thinking it was a minor incident, but when he came a second time, he was set up and drugged.

Judging from the skilled cooperation between the bartender and this man, they must have done this countless times, and every step was full of rationality. It was surprising that he only noticed the clue now.

But now he realized it was obviously too late. The effect of the medicine took effect too quickly. Just now he was just feeling hot all over and his steps were weak, but now he didn't even have the strength to shout.

The man with the mustache pulled him to a corner, looking back from time to time, a triumphant smile on his lips, and he said in a low voice, "This medicine of mine is quite potent, isn't it? I spent a lot of money to buy it, and it's specially made to treat people like you who are so pretentious because you have a pretty face and look down on others."

"The room upstairs is ready. Tonight, you and I are going to have some fun—fuck!"

Before he could finish his obscene words, he bumped into a solid wall. Holding Qi Yu tightly with one hand, he covered his forehead with the other, and cursed while turning back, "When the hell did this bar put up a wall here? The owner is crazy... right..."

The moment he turned around, he fell silent.

This is not a wall, it's clearly a person.

The man with a mustache thought he was tall enough, but the man in front of him was half a head taller than him. When he looked down at him with an expressionless face, the oppressive feeling made his legs go weak.

Logically speaking, no one on the scene knew what he was doing except the bartender Lao Shao and Qi Yu who had been drugged, but when facing the man in front of him, the man with a mustache still felt guilty for no reason.

His intuition told him that if he didn't get rid of the other person and leave quickly, things would probably change tonight.

"Sorry, buddy, I bumped into you. Let's go now."

The man with a small mustache smiled ingratiatingly and pulled Qi Yu to take a detour to leave. However, just as he passed by the man, he felt a heart-wrenching pain in his wrist, and he let go of his hand almost instantly due to the pain.

But it was only a moment, and he immediately reached out to grab Qi Yu again.

This time he failed.

The handsome young man who had been his target was now firmly held in the man's arms. Facing his anger but not being able to speak out, the man gave a warning look that made people feel uneasy, then turned around and strode away.

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The heat wave rolled in like a silent torture.

Qi Yu's brain was almost completely in chaos. All he could see before his eyes was a large, blurry mass of color. His legs and feet moved forward mechanically. In the blur, he felt that the person who was pulling him in front of him suddenly stopped, and then he was grabbed by another more powerful hand.

The drug took effect quickly and violently, and he could no longer judge his current situation.

He didn't know whether someone noticed something was wrong with him and stopped Little Mustache, or Little Mustache handed him over to his accomplices who came to pick him up.

My body was hot, my eyelids were heavy, and the only color I could see began to blur and spin rapidly...

Until it was pitch black.

When he completely fainted, he fell into a strong and familiar embrace.

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Lu Ming and Jian Zhiyu first met at the largest bar in Beijing. Jian Zhiyu walked cautiously behind his dandy cousin, blinking his clear, curious eyes.

The box was crowded and noisy, but Lu Ming saw him at first sight.

Jian Zhiyu…

The first thing Jian Zhiyu saw was the starry sky ceiling in the box.

As soon as he saw this thing, he knew it was extremely expensive.

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Jian Zhiyu grew up in poverty and had worked in countless part-time jobs. He had more than ten years of work experience before he even graduated.

Recently, he found a new part-time job.

It is said that he was a follower of a well-known playboy in the school, and he lived a life of luxury and debauchery with him, earning at least four figures every month.

The minimum number is four digits.

Jian Zhiyu couldn't even imagine how much he could earn per month at most.

Jian Zhiyu, who drank free egg soup in the cafeteria every day, put on his most "dandy"-looking clothes—ripped jeans—and went to apply for a job.

…

The application went very successfully, but as a follower of the young master, Jian Zhiyu didn't drink, smoke or fight, and he could flatter him and even make him laugh occasionally.

In the first month as an apprentice, Jian Zhiyu didn't get a penny.

Just when he was thinking about whether to resign and go back to work at the milk tea shop, he finally received the first job assigned to him by the eldest master -

Be the eldest son's cousin's boyfriend for a day.

The performance fee was 800.

Jian Zhiyu felt that he was fine again.

…

The eldest son's cousin is named Lu Ming, a senior from the same school. He is very handsome, generous, and drives a car with a starry sky roof. However, he has too many bad peach blossoms around him, and Jian Zhiyu often has to step in to fend them off.

He was handsome. When he stood there, with his slim waist, long legs, red lips and white teeth, and held Lu Ming's hand and called him "husband" sweetly, all the peach blossoms that lingered around would wither away in the wind.

The performance fee increased from 800 to 8,000 per performance, and Jian Zhiyu called him "husband" from the bottom of her heart every time.

Everyone thinks that Jian Zhiyu loves Lu Ming to death, but only Lu Ming knows that Jian Zhiyu does not love him, Jian Zhiyu only loves his money.

The person I love to death is actually him.

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At a party, Jian Zhiyu received an urgent order from Lu Ming.

After rescuing the drunk Lu Ming, Jian Zhiyu helped him up while complaining, "Honey, you're so heavy."

The next second, the unconscious Lu Ming pressed her down on the back seat of the car. "Wife?"

During the order, Jian Zhiyu was very dedicated, "It's me, husband."

Lu Ming tore off Jian Zhiyu's clothes with confidence.

Jian Zhiyu: “???”

Jian Zhiyu: "Who the hell drugged my husband?"

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Although she almost slept with her fake husband, Jian Zhiyu remained calm and pointed at the kiss mark on her neck: "Although I call you husband, this is a different price!"

Lu Ming thought for a moment, "Another price?"

Since then, every time Lu Ming placed an order, kisses and hugs became additional items.

Jian Zhiyu: "This isn't right."

["Lu Ming" transfers 30,000 yuan to you]

Jian Zhiyu: "Stand still."

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Jian Zhiyu originally thought that his employment relationship with Lu Ming would continue until Lu Ming found his other half and got married.

Until he went out with the eldest son to spend money on wine and women again, Jian Zhiyu fell asleep on the sofa in the private room after one drink.

In a trance, he heard the young master making a phone call.

Then, Lu Ming rushed over and took Jian Zhiyu back to the car.

The moment the car door closed, Jian Zhiyu was pressed on the back seat by the man again and kissed by pinching his chin.

The car was silent, with only the sloppy sounds of Jian Zhiyu being kissed and Lu Ming's suppressed murmur of desire: "Wife, why are you so naughty and going out to drink behind your husband's back..."

Jian Zhiyu, who was already sober, didn't dare to say a word.

Who can tell him what to do if his employer kisses him secretly outside of work hours?!

#Of course, I will marry him#

#You and I have no destiny, it's all because of me spending money#

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Big and small theater:

As a well-known playboy at Kyoto University, the eldest son has the largest group of followers.

The followers were either good at drinking, or good at fighting, or could make him happy with their sweet talk.

Only the latest member, Jian Zhiyu, can get drunk at the mere smell of alcohol, his small body can be shattered by a single punch, and he can't even flatter someone effectively.

In the annual cleanup of the accompanying group, the last-in-first-out system was implemented, and Jian Zhiyu ranked last.

Second to last: "It's stable now."

The young master wiped his face, and under everyone's gaze, he pointed at -

Second to last.

The top performer in the group was horrified: "Boss, the last one is Jian Zhiyu!"

Young Master: “I know.”

Performance First: "Then kick him out!"

Young Master: "I know, but I dare not."

Performance First: "Why?"

Young Master: “Because,”

The young master wiped his face again.

"Because he is my cousin's wife."

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Read the guide:

*I only have eyes for money, pretty bottom x love at first sight, big dog top

*International practice of physical and mental 1v1