Chapter 41

There are seventy-two seats in the cafe on two floors.

Excluding the seats reserved by Xia Yan, there are still sixty-nine seats. Each seat has at least two people, and some have four or even five people... There are about two hundred guests present, but not many of them actually take action, only seven or eight of them, probably the type with impulsive personalities, and the rest are just whispering to each other.

These people are fans who follow the live broadcast and come for Xia Yan.

Xia Yan is also a special existence in the circle. Compared with female fans, he has more and crazier male fans.

Beaufort men's clothing endorsed by him sells particularly well, which shows the strong purchasing power of his fans. To use a joke on the Internet, if you don't have a net worth of 100 million, you'd be embarrassed to call him wife.

A dark environment is prone to breed the dark side of human beings.

Among hundreds of fans, if there is only one extreme toxic fan who attacks Tu Xi, it will naturally lead to the rest of the toxic fans. Taking advantage of the dim environment and the idea of ​​"the law should not punish the masses", they release their jealousy and anger towards Tu Xi.

There are too many people at the scene, and they are noisy and noisy. Those people mixed in, and it is impossible to see their faces or remember their appearance.

Although there are not many people, if we ignore them and let them go, I am afraid that they will end up in a group fight.

On Xia Yan's side, there are only him, Tu Xi, and two photographers. If a fight really breaks out, they can't protect Tu Xi. In order to prevent a vicious incident from happening, he can only deliberately ridicule them to make this group of people sober up a little.

The scene is strangely silent.

Xia Yan, however, didn't seem to mind at all. He looked at the stunned waiter and shouted, "It's so dark around here, turn on the main light."

"Oh... ah, okay."

The waiter came to his senses and turned on the main light with a click.

The bright white light dispelled the gloomy dimness and illuminated the expressions on people's faces clearly. People holding things in their hands subconsciously dodged and hid the things behind their bodies.

Xia Yan was about the same height as Tu Xi. He stood in front of Tu Xi. His back was not broad, but it gave him a damn sense of security.

He lowered his head.

The ground was in a mess. Tea cups, dinner plates, and fruit plates were smashed into pieces, leaving sharp edges in the corners. The pink rose he gave to Tu Xi was also stained with dirt. Brown coffee dripped onto the ground along the edges of the petals.

Xia Yan glanced at the crowd.

In the dim light, that group of people could justifiably scold Tu Xi, using "love" to cover up their despicable behavior; but in the bright light, they avoided his gaze.

Xia Yan couldn't find all the people who smashed things.

But what did it matter?

Just hit the first one.

The first person to smash Tu Xi was a young man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with wheat skin and well-developed muscles. It can be seen that he exercises frequently.

"..."

Xia Yan's mouth twitched imperceptibly: [System, can you give me some golden fingers to make me infinitely powerful? ]

[……] 999: [Sorry, this system does not have this function. ]

Xia Yan: [……] Okay, okay, I'll just go for it.

He glanced around and glanced at the camera. The big guy had done something wrong, and his impulsiveness was gone. He was staring at him at a loss, and with the live broadcast going on, he should not fight back.

Xia Yan walked towards the big guy, and wherever he passed, the people around him consciously parted ways.

"Yan, Yanyan." The big guy spoke in a low voice. He has a very youthful face, and looks about eighteen or nineteen years old. At this age, he is most impulsive and can do whatever he wants.

Xia Yan stared at him coldly: "Are you an adult?"

"Seventeen."

"..." Good man, he guessed wrong. Xia Yan was shocked, but his face remained calm, "Minors should also be responsible for their own actions, right?"

Who dares to refute in front of their idol?

Even though he had just been ridiculed, the boy still couldn't get angry in front of Xia Yan. He nodded obediently, and instantly turned from a wild wolf into a domestic dog.

Xia Yan nodded: "Apologize."

"I'm sorry."

"Who are you apologizing to?" The young man moved aside and let Tu Xi behind him out.

"..."

The young man opened and closed his mouth, looked left and right, and everyone around him avoided his sight. Finally, he looked at the young man whose expression was becoming increasingly impatient, and whispered to Tu Xi, "I'm sorry."

"What did you do wrong? Tell me clearly."

After saying the first sentence, the rest was much easier. The young man said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spilled your coffee, nor hit you with the cup..."

When he said this, he carefully glanced at Xia Yan's face, and seeing him frown, he was anxious, and took the coffee that Xia Yan had not finished before, and handed it to Tu Xi with both hands: "Or... or you can hit it back, I will never fight back."

Tu Xi looked at him expressionlessly, took the coffee, and put it back on the table under the implicit gaze of everyone: "Don't touch Yanyan's things."

The young man hesitated and said, "Sorry."

After Tu Xi said this, he didn't look at him again, and his eyes were always focused on the young man.

It's better to say that everyone was looking at the young man.

Xia Yan: "..."

Things have become like this, and I definitely can't stay in the restaurant. But the broken things still need to be compensated. The young man turned to look at the boy, and saw that the clothes, watch, and shoes on him were all luxury goods. It was estimated that he was another rich young master.

"You pay for it."

The boy did not react: "Huh?"

"I don't know who broke the things, but you should be brave enough to take responsibility for your actions. Stand up and apologize and pay for it. As for the unclaimed part..." He stretched out the tail tone, "It should be okay to let you, the culprit, come."

"No problem, I can pay for it all."

Tableware and other things are not worth money. Even if all of them are added up, it is only one or two thousand at most. Even his coat is more expensive than this.

Xia Yan's voice is no longer lazy as before, with some cold shock. People look at each other, wanting to apologize, but afraid of strange looks.

Everyone has a herd mentality, and without a leader, the rest of the people will be afraid and retreat.

Xia Yan didn't want to waste time with them.

He looked at the camera: "Today's date is over, and our filming is done, right?"

"There is still a concentrated filming." The photographer whispered.

"We're asking for leave." Xia Yan said it decisively.

The coffee liquid seeped through the clothes and stuck to the skin. It must be very uncomfortable to feel sticky. Besides, things on the Internet also need to be dealt with. He didn't want Tu Xi to go to the villa and accept other people's strange eyes.

After saying that, Xia Yan didn't care whether the director agreed or not. He grabbed Tu Xi's hand and looked at everyone: "We don't have time to listen to your apologies one by one here. Those who want to apologize can post on Weibo or video. Although we will not forgive you..."

Everyone's eyes were dim and they didn't dare to speak.

"As for the rest." He took out Wang Dazhuang's business card and gave it to the waiter. "If no one compensates in the end, call my agent and I'll ask him to pay."

The tall boy whispered, "I'll pay, Yan...Xia Yan."

He looked at the young man, wanting to get a response, but the young man didn't look at him again, and pulled Tu Xi out. The photographer wanted to continue filming, but he refused.

In just ten minutes, too many things happened.

The netizens in the live broadcast room didn't dare to breathe.

[My God, Xia Yan knew that Tu Xi was following him, and he deliberately went to the bar... Could this be a two-way rush. ]

[My wife is so handsome, the person he protects must be very happy, so jealous. ]

[The people in the cafe are so toxic, they actually beat people. 】

...

The photographer stood outside the cafe, and the camera swept the interior one last time. Through the glass, he vaguely saw a group of people queuing inside to settle their bills and make compensations.

*

Minghua Hotel, 21st floor, Presidential Suite.

The warm water soothed his tired body, and the young man squeezed two pumps of shower gel and absentmindedly made bubbles. Why did Tu Xi find out about his business?

Could it be Chu Zizhe?

But if he wanted to say it, he should have said it a long time ago, and there was no need to wait so long?

Unpredictable, baldness.

The young man turned off the shower, wiped his hair and water stains with a towel, and put on the bathrobe and disposable underwear provided by the hotel.

——The original clothes were dirty and could not be worn.

He thought he was already very fast, but he didn't expect Tu Xi to be faster than him. He turned off the main light in the living room and lit a dim night light.

The red wine, poured into the goblet, exuded a faint aroma of wine.

The pink rose was placed in the middle, with delicate petals and stained with water droplets.

Xia Yan was stunned: "You brought the flowers?"

Tu Xi laughed softly: "After more than half a year, I finally received Yanyan's flowers. They are so precious, how can I bear to keep them."

When Xia Yan just traveled through time, in order to pursue Tu Xi, he often gave him flowers and gifts.

But since he got her, he didn't give her anything.

It's like a scumbag who never gives bait to fish after catching the fish.

Xia Yan sat opposite the man with a guilty conscience, took a sip of the red wine, and the mellow aroma of the wine spread on the tip of his tongue. He didn't know what to say.

Finally, Tu Xi spoke first.

"When did Yan Yan know that I sent someone to follow you."

"Didn't I say it? I knew it all along."

"Don't lie." Tu Xi drank the red wine in one gulp and poured another half glass.

Xia Yan also took a gulp. He pushed his glass to the middle. The man picked up the red wine bottle and poured him wine: "About five days ago."

"The day he left because of the earthquake?"

"Yeah."

"Who told you? Zhao Wenxu."

"How do you know him?"

Tu Xi drank one glass after another: "Because he has been investigating me recently, but I saw that there was nothing unusual about you, so I thought I hadn't been discovered."

"..."

"Am I very selfish?" Tu Xi's face flushed slightly, his eyes were blurred, "I like you, but there are so many people around you, I'm worried that you will leave me one day, so I used this despicable method, it's only natural to be called a pervert."

He spoke about himself word by word, and criticized himself as worthless.

After hearing this, Xia Yan couldn't help but retort: ​​"It's not that bad, is it?"

"Really?" Tu Xi was probably drunk. He rushed over and grabbed the young man's hands, as obedient as a puppy, "Am I really not bad?"

"Of course." Xia Yan thought about it, maintained his character, and said in a condescending tone: "At least your loyal love for me is worthy of affirmation."

"Then do you love me?"

"..."

Xia Yan didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, Tu Xi didn't get to the bottom of it. He poured another glass of wine, a whole bottle of red wine, he drank more than half by himself, and poured another glass for Xia Yan.

"Do you want to drink together?"

Xia Yan's character originally hung out in bars, so he was naturally not afraid of alcohol: "Okay."

After drinking a bottle of red wine, both of them blushed, but fortunately they were still sober. At some point, they sat together, head to head, very close to each other.

"Yanyan."

"Hmm?"

The man lowered his head and kissed the young man's lips.

Excessive alcohol makes people listless, but the right amount of alcohol makes people impulsive. Their lips touched each other, their breaths blended, and the two of them were like symbionts, relying on each other and relying on each other.

Dim light, quiet hotel, slightly tipsy wine.

The man and the young man were head to head, with a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose. He kissed the young man's forehead gently: "Can I? Yanyan."

"..."

"Or..." He stretched out the tail tone and smiled softly, "... Is Yanyan scared again?"

Xia Yan widened his eyes.

He is a scumbag top! ! How could he be scared! ! !

"Who's afraid of who! Come on!"

They hugged and kissed, like all ordinary couples.

[Jin Jiang is not allowed to do anything above the neck now? Just hugging and kissing won't pass the review? Tell me, where is the part below the neck in this paragraph?]

Xia Yan vaguely thought about what he had read, grabbed the man's collar with his fingers, and kissed the corner of his lips without any rules. When he wanted to continue, he suddenly felt dizzy and lay on his back on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling.

There was a subtle feeling that something was wrong.

And then -

then he was slept with.