I really don't want to be reborn

There were four people standing at the door of the private room next to the bathroom, a middle-aged couple with a haughty look, and a young couple who were about to break up.

The middle-aged couple Chen Hansheng didn't know each other, but he knew this young couple, they were Zhao Zheng and Huang Hui.

Zhao Zheng was full of guilt, and Huang Hui burst into tears.

Wang Zibo was so surprised that he couldn't believe it, because Xiao Chen saw it so accurately.

At the beginning, Huang Hui said that he wanted to marry Zhao Zheng, but Chen Hansheng directly judged that it was impossible for them. Zhao Zheng's parents were petty officials. In fact, this kind of family that is not at the same level actually values ​​"the right family".

"What are you looking at, get out of here..."

After all, it was a family scandal, Zhao Zheng yelled at the group of onlookers eating melon college students, he had already forgotten about Wang Zibo, licking a dog is not worthy of being remembered.

It wasn't until Chen Hansheng came out that Zhao Zheng recognized the arrogant college student of the finance school in the bar.

He even subconsciously nodded to Chen Hansheng to say hello, this is his long-standing tutor.

On the surface, he was polite, but in fact he had a deep-rooted class concept, because Zhao Zheng felt that Chen Hansheng was stronger in his heart, and he only said hello when he recognized Chen Hansheng.

This kind of small family will care about greetings, let alone marriage.

Naturally, Huang Hui also recognized Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo, and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This can be said to be the most miserable time in her life. Her boyfriend promised to marry but then backed out, and she let her former spare tire see it again.

What she couldn't understand the most was that Wang Zibo was able to eat at Jinling Hotel.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Zheng's mother frowned and asked. This group of people were obviously college students, and their clothes didn't look very expensive.

College students are relatively thin-skinned. Although they like to watch the excitement, they are already bored by the parties involved, so Liu Pengfei and the others are ready to leave.

"Xiao Chen, let's go."

Wang Zibo tugged on Chen Hansheng's sleeve, he was very complicated now.

Chen Hansheng didn't move, and said in a low voice, "Do you want to pretend to be tough before leaving?"

"In no mood!"

Wang Zibo directly refused, because he knew Chen Hansheng well, and he didn't know what tricks he thought of when he was young, but Wang Zibo didn't want to play tricks at all.

"Very simple."

Chen Hansheng grabbed Wang Zibo: "You can give me the meal tonight."

"I give?"

Wang Zibo was very puzzled. There were about 2000 yuan in his handbag, which was all part-time income for a while, so the money was enough.

"That's right, you give it, give it now, in front of them!"

Chen Hansheng called the waiter over: "Our table needs to pay the bill."

Although the waiter didn't know why he had to pay the bill here, he still came over with the bill honestly: "Hello, the total is 1450 yuan."

Chen Hansheng winked at Wang Zibo, Wang Zibo trusted Chen Hansheng very much, even if he didn't understand it, he would do it.

However, the moment he took out 1500 yuan from his bag and handed it to the waiter, Wang Zibo understood.

Because Huang Hui looked at him with a wink, which was a look he had never seen before, Wang Zibo suddenly felt a sick sense of satisfaction and revenge, and his heart started beating "thumping".

"Also, there is still 50 yuan left, and I will give you a tip."

Wang Zibo swallowed, said this sentence with difficulty, then put his hands under his armpits, and left without looking back.

"This pretense seems to be over again..."

Chen Hansheng said in his heart, he paid attention to Huang Hui, she actually stared at Wang Zibo's direction of going downstairs.

The others didn't understand what was going on, and thought that Chen Hansheng was just too lazy to go back to the box and talked about what happened just now. Huang Hui seemed to be a victim, Zhao Zheng was a weak man, and Zhao Zheng's parents were the ones who interrupted their children's relationship.

Chen Hansheng thought to himself that most of these people are single, but one of them is more able to express their opinions.

Wang Zibo was depressed, and the key point was that he was not easy to interrupt, so he could only let others guess.

The outside of the hotel is still gloomy and cold. The rain has stopped but the temperature is even lower. Even down jackets can't stop the unique cold wind in Jianye. It seems that it is going to snow.

"That's all for today. I hope everyone can remember December 12th, the day when Rocket 13 was established."

Chen Hansheng waved his hand: "Little ones, go back!"

Everyone went back to school, only Wang Zibo did not move: "I really feel bad."

Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo on the shoulder: "I can't drink any more tonight, or Shen Youchu will be worried again. When a man is outside, he must reassure the woman."

Wang Zibo expressed his understanding: "Let's find a place to sit."

Chen Hansheng raised his head to look, and finally locked on a place: "Okay, then I will take you to pinch it, and forget what happened just now."

"What do you mean pinch?"

Wang Zibo didn't understand.

Chen Hansheng pointed to a bone-setting sauna not far away: "Relax, relax, don't you feel uncomfortable, I will teach you a trick, pinch your feet when you are in doubt."

"Fuck, didn't you just tell Shen Youchu to rest assured?"

"Who is Shen Youchu?"

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Chapter 292

Wang Zibo didn't have the face of Chen Hansheng, and he could pretend to forget Shen Youchu before pinching his feet, so he could only retreat at the door of the clubhouse.

"Xiao Chen, forget it."

"These are all legitimate."

Chen Hansheng pointed to the welcoming ladies at the door: "Don't just look at them wearing cheongsams with slits and think it's an informal place. It's just an attractive gimmick."

"Just like me, I smoke, drink, play cards and play games, but I'm also a good boy." Chen Hansheng persuaded him sincerely.

The female manager in the lobby of the clubhouse saw this scene. She was very experienced, and there would often be two men pushing and shoving at the door, hesitating.

"Boss, since you're here, let's have a cup of tea."

The female manager took Wang Zibo's arm and said enthusiastically, "Where is the boss from? He looks very young."

"Fuck, what kind of look."

Chen Hansheng found himself left alone: ​​"Could it be that the only difference between me and the boss is a handbag?"

Wang Zibo was fooled into it by a man and a woman. The female manager fanned her thick black eyelashes and asked, "Are the two bosses acquainted?"

Wang Zibo's head was confused at this time, and he didn't understand these hints. Chen Hansheng didn't want to test it at all, and said directly: "Our brothers just pinch our feet, sober up, and don't use fancy things."

The female manager took a good look and confirmed that Chen Hansheng was telling the truth, then she nodded and called a little brother: "These two bosses don't drink tea, so they directly take them to pinch their feet."

After she finished speaking, she left. There is no profit in pinching feet, and it is not worth the service of the lobby manager.

"The two of us share a room, and I'm right next door to you."

Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo on the back: "Just treat it as a place for pedicures, don't think too much about it."

"The pedicure lights are so dim."

Wang Zibo muttered, in fact, he was nervous and scared, and wanted to share a room with Chen Hansheng, but Chen Hansheng ignored him.

The person pinching Chen Hansheng's feet was a middle-aged woman. As soon as she came in, she asked Chen Hansheng what he did, where he was from, and if he had a girlfriend.

Chen Hansheng had no choice but took out 50 yuan and put it on the table.

"I have a brother. Seeing his ex-girlfriend broke up tonight, he probably wants to talk, but I don't like to hear these things, so I fooled him here, and let him see the world and less trouble me."

Chen Hansheng lit a brand-new 50-yuan banknote: "You just pinch your feet in a while. If I fall asleep, the money will be yours; if I can't sleep, I will take the money away."

This trick really worked. The middle-aged woman was very quiet afterwards. Chen Hansheng was thinking about how to deal with Shentong Company in his mind, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

"Boss, boss, do you want to increase the clock?"

An hour later, the middle-aged technician shook Chen Hansheng awake.

Chen Hansheng had at least 20 minutes of deep sleep just now, and he was in a good mood. He waved his hand and said, "No clock, it's off."

"Oh."

The technician nodded and glanced at the 50 yuan.

Chen Hansheng ignored him, put on his shoes and went out.

"thank you boss."

The middle-aged technician bowed in thanks.

Chen Hansheng came to the door of Wang Zibo's room, knocked on the door and said, "Zibo, I'm fine, how about you?"

No one answered.

"I'm done, how about you?"

Chen Hansheng asked again, but still no one spoke.

At this time, the floor service boy ran over and said, "Sir, your friend is already downstairs, and there was an accident."

"What accident?"

Chen Hansheng instantly thought of many possibilities.

"Well, he kicked the little girl to tears..."

"What?"

......

In the lobby downstairs, Wang Zibo was standing at the door smoking a cigarette, and a little girl in uniform was sitting on the sofa next to him.

Covering his mouth, his eyes were red as if he had just cried.

"Little Chen..."

Seeing Chen Hansheng coming down, Wang Zibo lowered his head in embarrassment.

Chen Hansheng looked at the little girl, her gums were bleeding and her lips were torn, fortunately they were all traumatic injuries.

"Okay, why did you kick someone?"

Chen Hansheng was also puzzled, he would rather believe that Wang Zibo was hugged and gnawed on others.

"It's not my fault either."

Wang Zibo was also very aggrieved: "The soles of my feet are so sensitive, I was already very nervous, and she didn't know which acupuncture point she pressed, and my thighs felt as if they were being shocked by an electric shock, and my whole body was numb, and I couldn't control the tension on the back of my feet. …”

"Okay, okay, what are you talking about in such detail, I don't write pornographic novels."

Chen Hansheng interrupted impatiently: "I just got nervous and kicked someone on the mouth, right?"

"hold head high."

Wang Zibo nodded.

Chen Hansheng sighed: "Are you a donkey?"

The manager of the lobby was also nearby: "It's not a big deal, you can just give 200 yuan more than the consumption basis, and we don't blackmail anyone, 200 yuan is just to buy some snacks for the little girl."

"can."

Chen Hansheng nodded, 200 yuan is really not much, if Chen Hansheng were the boss, he might dare to ask for 2000 yuan, so he motioned Wang Zibo to pay.

"I gave it again?"

Wang Zibo paid for a meal just now, and he only has a few hundred yuan on him.

Chen Hansheng took out a cigarette: "I don't want to give such a shameful thing."

Wang Zibo could only pay the bill. The total consumption plus compensation was actually more than 400 yuan. The female manager generously wiped off the change and only charged 400 yuan.

Chen Hansheng thought that it was not bad, after all, it was a club next to a five-star hotel, and he was doing things in a proper way.

When Wang Zibo took out the money, he might feel a little distressed, or he might still be nervous. In short, his hands shook, and with a sound of "shua", the four banknotes were directly swept into the sky by the wind.

Chen Hansheng shook his head, pinched his feet and kicked the technician to tears, paid the bill and threw away the money, what a treasure.

But this scene, if it is seen by people who don't know the inside story, it will have a different feeling.