Gluttony (10)
Song Shu frowned and was worried for a long time, then slowly fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, his emotions were dominated by the pain of going to work at 8 am, and he didn't have the energy to think about so much.
Pei Che seemed to know that he would get up late, so he specially prepared a breakfast box for him to eat when he was free.
It wasn't the first time that Song Shu took Pei Che's lunch box. He hurried downstairs and was about to run to the station when he caught a glimpse of a familiar car out of the corner of his eye.
Song Yinxing honked the horn.
Song Shu turned a corner and got into Song Yinxing's car, very skillfully: "Brother, hurry up, I have to go to work."
Song Yinxing took a paper bag and said, "Breakfast."
The lunch box in Song Shu's hand suddenly became hot. He looked at Song Yinxing, then at the lunch box, and quickly came up with a brilliant idea.
Song Shu exchanged the lunch box in his hand with Song Yinxing's breakfast, "Hey, brother, I'll exchange with you."
Absolutely perfect!
Song Shu praised his own wit, but Song Yinxing didn't answer. He glanced at him and said, "I've eaten."
"Two servings. Either eat them all, or you can choose one."
Song Shu: “…”
Damn it.
Song Shu withdrew his hand angrily.
Song Yinxing concentrated on driving, and Song Shu made a difficult decision, and finally chose Song Yinxing's soy milk, fried dough sticks and buns.
While eating, he looked at Song Yinxing's expression.
Finally, there was a red light, and he lowered his head to drink soy milk. Song Yinxing said coldly: "Why are you looking at me? Even if you don't eat my breakfast, I won't leave you on the side of the road."
Song Shu straightened his chest and flattered him: "I don't think so. I just ate it because I thought my brother's cooking was delicious."
Green light for going.
Song Yinxing moved his fingers, but in the end did nothing. He started the car and looked towards the rearview mirror. "I am about to finish my work in Ganshui City."
"Well," Song Shu swallowed a mouthful of bun and leaned over to look at Song Yinxing: "When are we going back?"
Song Shu was always like this. He easily angered people, but also easily appeased them. Even saying such things was so natural that it made the other party seem to have something to hide.
"Look at you."
Song Yinxing tapped the steering wheel. There were many red lights on this road, but after driving past them was the bar where Song Shu worked.
Song Yinxing dropped him off at the bar door, and the car stopped steadily on the side of the road. Song Shu looked at the time, and finally arrived on time. He yawned, and said goodbye to Song Yinxing before getting out of the car.
Arriving early, it was rare for him to see the foreman, so Song Shu was the first to greet him. The foreman smiled and said, "Good morning, how did you get here by car?"
Song Shu replied: "My brother sent me here."
He caught up with the foreman, who slightly tilted his body and wanted to look into the car, "Is that the legendary brother?" However, the car windows were closed tightly, and the window film had special anti-peeping materials, so it could not be seen from the outside.
But this car...
The foreman retracted his gaze, "Is your brother in the army?"
There didn't seem to be anything to hide, so Song Shu nodded. The foreman sighed, "Good fellow, could it be that your brother is really Song Yinxing?"
The foreman likes to read the news, especially some gossip. "I heard that Song Yinxing found his brother some time ago."
Song Shu happened to have a brother who was in the army. But how could Song Yinxing come to the Swill City? The foreman yawned, and his sleepy brain became clearer.
Song Shu was still hesitating about how to answer the foreman, but the foreman added to himself: "Haha, how is that possible? Anyway, we all know that this is a joke, so you don't have to take it to heart."
It seemed that no one would believe him even if he told the truth. Song Shu nodded again and stopped talking about it.
After changing clothes in the locker room, the day's work officially begins.
Song Shu entered from the backstage and happened to meet the bartender. The bartender looked very good today, with her long burgundy hair loosely tied up, which made her skin look extremely white.
He walked side by side with Song Shu, leaning forward and whispering, "Did your brother send you here?"
The bar is small and they also have a work group, so news always spreads quickly.
Song Shu nodded, "What's wrong?"
The bartender covered his lips and said, "The foreman said your brother looks like Song Yinxing."
Song Shu: “…….”
The latest case of three people making a tiger.
Song Shu was helpless: "My brother was in the car, they didn't meet."
After clarifying the rumors, Song Shu and the bartender separated at their respective workplaces.
There were really not many people around in the morning. Song Shu didn't sleep well last night. He yawned and put on his gloves.
He has been applying the ointment given by Song Yinxing these days, and the scars on his face have faded a lot, but they still look a bit scary, so he still needs to wear the squirrel mask in his daily work.
The mask is very breathable and feels good to wear. And wearing a mask has many benefits, such as not having to think about what expression to use to deal with some unreasonable guests.
Song Shu was slacking off in the morning as usual, and soon a customer came to the booth in the corner of his work area.
That corner is really a corner. The light is usually dim and people who like that place are usually those with gloomy personalities.
Although she didn't want to discriminate based on personality, Song Shu didn't like serving such guests. Their lingering gazes were always disgusting.
Song Shu walked over slowly, put his left hand behind his back, and bent slightly, the standard deacon's etiquette.
"Sir, the menu is on your left. What would you like to order?"
After Song Shu finished speaking, he looked at the guest through the mask.
Strange, there is no damp feeling.
The guest was wearing a black coat and a baseball cap, which was totally inconsistent with his cold temperament.
Song Shu blinked slowly. Why did this hat look so familiar? Just as he was wondering, the guest in front of him looked up at him.
Dark eyes, cold and stern face.
Song Yinxing.
Song Shu's hands trembled, "...Brother, what are you doing here!!"
…
There were not many customers in the morning, and Song Shu's side was probably the first area to be visited, so the bartender rested his chin on his hand and looked towards Song Shu.
A colleague also came over and said, "This figure is invincible."
Song Shu's figure and demeanor are impeccable. Her leaning posture makes the well-fitting suit tight, and her waist is smooth and undulating downward.
The bartender also continued to look at Song Shu. From this angle, he could clearly see the interaction between Song Shu and the guests.
This guest might not be the dank Beta who often comes.
Ever since Song Shu took charge of this area, a gloomy Beta has been coming to that corner. He does nothing every day and only orders a glass of fruit wine. He drinks until Song Shu gets off work, and then he keeps staring at Song Shu with his gloomy eyes.
The consumption was not high and the tip was not much, which was really annoying.
The bartender took a sip of the warm water in his hand and saw Song Shu talking to the new guest.
He lowered his head and searched his pockets, trying to find two candies to give to Song Shu later. Suddenly, a colleague beside him became excited and whispered, "Hey, hey!"
The bartender looked up.
The guest grabbed Song Shu's wrist unreasonably, but Song Shu did not resist. Instead, he lowered his head slightly and let the guest straighten his messy collar and tie.
They were very intimate, oblivious to the people around them.
The bartender almost broke his glass, and his colleague touched his chin and said, "I've never seen this customer before."
Song Shu stood up quickly, holding something in his hand, probably a tip from a customer.
He walked quickly towards the bar. Half of his chin was white under the squirrel mask, his ears were a little red, and his fingers were slender like jade under the half-finger gloves. He handed over the order machine with two bottles of wine marked on it, "This is what the customer wanted."
A colleague noticed that Song Shu did not put the tip in the donation box at the bar. While the bartender was gnashing his teeth and taking the order, thinking about whether to poison the drink, the colleague came over and asked, "Who is that customer...?"
Song Shu rubbed his fingers, the redness on his ears still not going away, "It's my brother, he came to see me at work."
…
Song Yinxing was holding Song Shu's wrist at the time, "How much tip would the customer like to give?"
Song Shu didn't think much about it and just said, "Just give it to the best of your ability."
Song Yinxing took out a stack of banknotes, raised his chin slightly, and swept his eyes across his suit jacket pockets, then across the pockets at his waist, and finally stopped at the leg rings on his thighs.
Like thinking about where to put the money.
Song Shu thought that after working for so many days, he should be immune to such looks.
But Song Yinxing was probably different. The difference was probably that Song Yinxing was his brother. Not only was he his brother, he was also his friend and family member.
He gave him a very cold look, and finally just nudged his calf with his military boots, then grabbed his wrist and pulled it over, placing the banknote in his palm.
The dark eyes fixed him with intimidation, "This is how you take the tip. Do you understand?"
Song Shu's face suddenly became hot. He didn't care before, and was so cold that it didn't seem like he was accepting a tip. Anyway, no matter how he gave it, it was just a touch, and he didn't have time to react, and the process was over. It's not that he was disgusted, it's all work, what's there to like or dislike. He just casually put the last tip into the donation box.
Song Shu rubbed his overheated ears, pinched the stack of bills in his fingers and stuffed them into his pocket, unable to utter a word.
He felt that Song Yinxing seemed a little angry, angry at his casualness.
Okay, okay. He won't be so casual in the future. Like a child caught doing something bad, Song Shu thought guiltily.
Like the big bad wolf and squirrel in the food chain of nature. Song Shu always had a special natural fear of his brother, which usually appeared when he did something wrong and felt guilty.
Because his brother would really spank him, no matter how he cried or shouted, he would get spanked.
Song Shu brought the wine ordered by Song Yinxing to the table and whispered, "Brother, do you want to drink so early in the morning?"
He remembered that Song Yinxing's stomach was damaged by drinking alcohol at social gatherings. Thinking of this, Song Shu felt a little distressed. His brother had really sacrificed too much for this family.
Song Yinxing glanced at the bartender at the bar, then returned his gaze to Song Shu and raised his eyebrows: "How about I order a glass of boiled water and wait for you to get off work?"
This doesn't seem to be a good idea. Song Shu thought about it and put the wine aside, "Then don't drink it if you order it. I'll go backstage and get you two bottles of milk."
After saying that, Song Shu left.
The colleague stretched his neck to see what Song Shu's brother looked like. The bartender snorted, "This Alpha is really pretentious. Even if he's not Song Yinxing, he dares to use the brother-sister tactics to get close to him."
It wasn't like the bartender had any special feelings for Song Yinxing, he just wanted to belittle his rival.
Soon, Song Shu brought two bottles of warm milk and a bunch of snacks and toys from the backstage.
He spread out the snacks and toys like he was taking care of a child, and explained them to Song Yinxing one by one. Finally, he unscrewed the cap of the milk and handed it to him, "It's still hot, drink it quickly."
The bartender who witnessed everything sneered: "Mama's boy."
But when Song Shu turned around, he turned into the gentle and friendly colleague again and said, "Is this your brother?"
There are not many customers at this time, so we can chat openly.
Song Shusong breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, it's my brother. He is waiting here for me to get off work."
A colleague came over and said, "Seeing my brother wearing a uniform to work or something, it seems like it's some new hobby."
He spoke in a low voice and was a little far away. Song Shu was a little confused: "Ah?"
The bartender elbowed his colleague, "Don't listen to him."
The colleague walked away with a smile. Just then another customer came to the area Song Shu was in charge of, and the bartender had no choice but to watch Song Shu leave as well.
When the time came to 10:00, more people started to gather in the bar. The bartender occasionally took time to check on Song Shu and found that Song Shu now took the tips in his hands in a very proper manner or asked the guests to put the tips on the table.
The bartender intuitively felt that this change was related to Song Shu's so-called brother. He subconsciously looked at the man in the corner and found that the man was using a light computer to handle work matters.
The latest optical computer.
He’s also a rich second-generation A.
The bartender suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
After all, in a physical task like forcing someone to have sex, of course, A has a better chance of winning. If he wants to force someone to have sex, he can only boil some of the latest sleeping potion, but if it's A, he can directly suppress her with physical strength or size.
Forced love or something, just thinking about it is more exciting than doing it alone when boiling water.
The bartender was in a difficult situation for a moment and really wanted to meet this love rival.
…
Song Shu put the tips from other customers into the donation box. It was almost lunchtime, and a sign saying "Closed" was hung at the door of the bar, indicating that they were no longer accepting customers. The bartender poked his head out and asked, "Are you and your brother going out to eat?"
Song Shu took off his gloves, "I think so. Do you want to bring anything?"
Rest time is precious, and it has become a tradition for colleagues to bring gifts for each other when they go out.
The bartender and his colleague looked at each other and replied, "Can I take a look and tell you later?"
They want to see who Song Shu's brother is.
One morning was enough time for everyone in the bar to know that Song Shu's (lover) brother had arrived, and the cell phone communication group was buzzing.
=? ? His brother, I always thought he was a non-existent person
=So his brother is really Song Yinxing?
=How is it possible? 233, everyone says this is a rumor
…
=Report! His brother is wearing a black windbreaker and looks handsome.
=Oh my god, I wanted to pursue Song Shu, but after seeing these muscles, I was afraid that I would be punched away
…
=The team squatting at the door is ready!
=Backstage lounge team is ready!
=The parking team is ready!
——
Song Shu, who had no idea about all this, made an OK gesture to the bartender, put on his coat and walked towards Song Yinxing.
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