Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Looking through the transparent glass, the bar has a quiet environment, the decoration style is retro and artistic, and the music that can be heard faintly is a soft tune.

It was not the chaotic scene that Songxun had imagined. It was more like a place for a quiet drink and chat.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Xun went in anyway, but was soon stopped again. The staff member looked at what he was holding with a smile and quoted a membership admission fee of 99,000.

Just entering the door costs 99,000 yuan. Is it so easy to make money? Song Xun wanted to leave immediately, but then he thought, he is now a rich second-generation after all. This opportunity is rare, so what's wrong with enjoying it?

Song Xun exchanged the duck neck in the plastic bag for a handbag and took out his card without hesitation.

"Please wait a moment." The staff member completed the input and returned the card. "Welcome."

Song Xun took his card, which still had a balance of 40 yuan, and kept it carefully.

The monthly pocket money will arrive in the middle of the month, and there are still two days left, so it’s not a big problem.

After putting away the card, he looked up and saw the staff staring at the duck neck in his hand. Song Xun's heart tightened and he asked carefully, "Can't we bring food in?"

If that's true, it would be such a loss.

The staff member retracted his gaze, smiling a little stiffly: "Of course not, please come in."

Song Xun breathed a sigh of relief, but someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind. A young man with blond hair and black earrings jumped out.

"Chen Jinyan, what's going on? You never come out even after so many times of asking me out."

The boy spoke in a familiar tone, his expression discontented.

Not used to such a close distance, Song Xun took two steps unnoticeably and said, "I have something to do during this period."

"I don't know you yet. You're not at work, so why should you be so busy? Stop giving me the cold shoulder." The blond boy snorted, ordered two drinks from the bartender, and pulled Song to find a seat to sit down.

"Tell me, were you dragged out by Wang Xiaojie and his men to pay the bill again?"

Although his tone was bad, Song Xun could feel his kindness and protection, so he answered seriously: "No, I have been at home and have not gone out."

The boy's name is Feng Yuanyi. He lives in the same university dormitory as Chen Jinyan. But unlike those who curry favor with Chen Jinyan for money, Feng Yuanyi's family won the lottery when he was a child, and later started a coal mining business. His father is a real mine owner.

Although the Feng family lacks financial resources, they are not short of money. Although Feng Yuanyi is also a spendthrift, he cannot bear to see Chen Jinyan being taken advantage of. The two have quarreled several times over this matter.

"Really?" Perhaps the impression of Chen Jinyan throwing money around was too deep, Feng Yuanyi narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

Song Xun: "I blocked all their contacts."

Feng Yuanyi was quite surprised: "Oh, this is a good realization. I finally got it."

At this time, the waiter came over with the wine, and placed a glass of blue foamy wine in front of Song Xun, but it looked more like a beautiful drink.

Song Xun took a sip out of curiosity. It was bitter and astringent and not tasty. He put down his wine glass and picked up the duck neck from under the table.

"Ahem..." Feng Yuanyi choked and reached out to pick up the white plastic bag that Song Xun brought up. "You brought this thing in too? Didn't the waiter stop you?"

Song Xun was puzzled: "No, you are not allowed to bring it?"

Feng Yuanyi glanced at the people who were drinking and chatting in the bar: "Aren't they afraid that you will lower the style of the store?"

Song Xun rarely interacted with people, and was relatively slow to understand some common social etiquette. After Feng Yuanyi's explanation, he finally understood why the staff had a strange expression when he came in. He put the duck neck away again: "Then I'd better wait until we go out to eat."

"No." Feng Yuanyi reached out and took one to eat. "It tastes good. It's perfect as a side dish."

Song Xun was still hesitating whether to put it away, but Feng Yuanyi had already finished one: "People have let you in, what are you afraid of."

It seems so.

Song Xun, feeling relieved, gave Feng Yuanyi a pair of gloves, and the two of them started to gnaw on the duck neck face to face.

Fortunately, each booth in the bar is set at a distance from each other, forming a semi-enclosed structure, so no one pays attention to this side.

Feng Yuanyi asked casually: "Zheng Lanxing, are you still chasing after me?"

Song Xun was about to speak when 996 reminded him, "Pay attention to your personality."

After a pause, he tried to make an affectionate and humble expression: "Of course, I won't give up."

Feng Yuanyi spit out a bone and looked at him: "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Song Xun: “…”

996:"……"

Sometimes overestimating your acting skills is not a good thing.

Song Xun no longer forced himself: "I don't want to."

Feng Yuanyi is Chen Jinyan's closest friend, so he tells him everything, including the fact that he likes Zheng Lanxing.

"It's been more than a year. I don't think there's much hope." Feng Yuanyi poured cold water on him and advised, "He's just a little better looking. I know a little celebrity. Although he's not as rich as him, his looks are definitely not inferior. The most important thing is to be obedient. I'll introduce him to you later."

Song Xun burped, frightened by Feng Yuanyi, and refused with absolute sincerity: "No, I won't change my mind. I am willing to wait for you even if I have to wait for you for a lifetime." There is only half a year left before going abroad, which is not too long.

"Why do you have to hang yourself on a crooked tree? I really don't understand you."

In the booth across from him, Zhao Huo looked at Zheng Lanxing with interest: "Chen Jinyan is really attentive to you. I am so touched just by hearing that."

Zheng Lanxing shook the brandy in the glass and drank it in one gulp.

He was not in a good mood. To be more precise, he was not in a good mood every month when he returned to the old house for dinner, so when Zhao Huo invited him to the bar, he agreed directly.

"How about it, do you want to help the little boy for once?"

Zheng Lanxing put down the empty wine glass and gave Zhao Huo an indifferent look.

"Well, it seems there is no hope." Zhao Huo shrugged, then smiled again: "They are really funny. They came to the bar to eat duck necks. It's a pity they could think of that."

From Zheng Lanxing's position, he could only see Chen Jinyan's back and the familiar round back of his head. His memory went back to the light blue lunch box in the lounge at the end of last month.

That is an absolute black history for him.

Zhao Huo's voice had not stopped yet. "He is just too stupid. He is Chen Pei's biological brother after all, but he is not very smart. He actually rushed to pay money and be a sucker."

Zheng Lanxing stood up, picked up the coat on the booth and put it on his arm. Zhao Huo looked at him and asked quickly, "You're leaving now? How long have you been here?"

"You're too noisy."

Zhao Huo choked: "Is there anyone like you? You take your anger out on me."

He knew that Zheng Lanxing was in a bad mood during these days of the month, but he didn't care: "You drank a lot of wine, remember to ask the driver to drive slowly."

Zheng Lanxing left the booth: "Go back early."

Zhao Huo waved his hand: "It's still early."