Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Qi Yuan ran out of the door, still terrified. Just as he was about to look back, a supervisor called out to him, "Qi Yuan, go to Room 303 and deliver the wine!"

Qi Yuan took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, responded, and walked quickly to box 303.

As soon as I approached, the noise coming from 303 came like a tide.

He gently pushed open the door, and a strong smell of perfume mixed with cigarettes and alcohol hit him in the face, choking him so much that he couldn't help coughing a few times.

There were only a few women around forty years old, wearing heavy makeup and gorgeous but gaudy clothes.

They smiled wildly, the foundation on their faces looked particularly thick under the light, and their lipstick was a little smudged.

Some men hugged women tightly, their hands wandering restlessly on women's bodies. Not only did the women not refuse, but they also gave out blushing and heart-pounding giggles.

Some men held wine glasses and tried their best to urge women to drink, their eyes full of flattery and fawning.

The lights in the box flickered, making people's faces appear bright and dim.

The ground was littered with scattered wine glasses and snacks, a mess.

Qi Yuan lowered his head, trying not to look at what these people were doing. He just wanted to put down his wine and leave this smoky and chaotic place.

However, just as he was carefully putting the wine on the table, a man suddenly reached out and touched him accidentally. Qi Yuan lost his balance and the wine tray in his hand tilted. A bottle of wine fell to the ground with a "crash", splashing the wine everywhere.

"How do you do things, kid!" A woman's sharp scream suddenly rang out, and the fat on her face trembled with anger.

Qi Yuan apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Just say sorry and that's it? Do you know how expensive this wine is?"

At this moment, everyone in the box focused their eyes on Qi Yuan, and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction and accusations.

Qi Yuan's face turned red instantly. He stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"What are you still standing there for? Clean up and get out!" The supervisor came over and yelled at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan quickly squatted down and frantically cleaned up the broken glass and wine on the ground.

"Wait, you, come here."

A woman spoke suddenly.

Qi Yuan's body stiffened, and a bad premonition arose in his heart, but he could only slowly stand up and walk to the woman with his head lowered.

"Lift your head up and let me take a good look." The woman's voice had a hint of command in it.

Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment, but still raised his head, his eyes full of anxiety.

The woman looked him up and down, a smile on her lips: "Not bad, what a handsome boy. You will definitely benefit from accompanying me tonight."

Qi Yuan's face turned pale instantly, and he quickly said, "Sir, I'm just a waiter."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The woman's voice became stern. "If you don't agree, this matter will not end today."

Qi Yuan looked at his supervisor for help, but the supervisor avoided his gaze and showed no intention of helping.

Qi Yuan's heart sank, but he mustered up the courage and bowed, "I'm sorry."

Why is he so unlucky today!

You shouldn't have come today!

"Sister Zhao, he is ignorant, please love me more."

The person who was speaking was the man next to Sister Zhao. He had a flattering look on his face. He reached out and gently pulled the corner of Sister Zhao's clothes, his eyes full of flattery.

Sister Zhao glanced at the man and snorted coldly: "You are the only one who knows how to coax people, but I have a crush on this boy."

Qi Yuan's expression grew increasingly ugly, and his hands clenched unconsciously.

The man also saw Qi Yuan's appearance clearly. How could he not know that a waiter looked like this? What would he do if he got hooked up with Sister Zhao?

The supervisor saw the tense atmosphere and said, "Sister Zhao, please don't argue with him! This new guy is ignorant! Quick! Pour me a glass of wine to apologize!"

Sister Zhao didn't say anything, but just scanned Qi Yuan's body inch by inch.

Qi Yuan stood still and said, "I don't drink."

Sister Zhao's expression grew increasingly gloomy. She slammed the table and stood up. "Hmph, if you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a penalty!"

Before she could finish her words, a burly man beside her rushed over, grabbed Qi Yuan by the collar, and slapped him loudly in the face.

"Pa!" Qi Yuan's face was hit to one side, and a clear palm print appeared instantly.

"I let you drink with Sister Zhao because I think highly of you. Don't be so shameless!" the big man said viciously.

Qi Yuan felt a burning pain on his face and a bloody taste in his mouth, but he still stared at the other person stubbornly, "I just won't drink!"

The big man was angered by his attitude and raised his fist again.

Just then, the door of the box was pushed open again and Quan Jiuxi walked in.

She was tall, and a slim black dress wrapped around her curvaceous figure, but it couldn't hide her inherently cold and arrogant temperament.

The delicate face now seemed covered with a layer of frost.

The smell in the air made Quan Jiuxi's slender eyebrows slightly frown, and his eyes revealed a chilling indifference.

Quan Jiuxi's eyes instantly locked on Qi Yuan, and he saw Qi Yuan's swollen cheeks and blood at the corners of his mouth.

"Why is the villain looking so miserable after not seeing him for a few minutes?"

[Sir, the villain is just a poor bastard. He got beaten up!]

Qi Yuan also saw Quan Jiuxi, and subconsciously avoided her gaze when he met hers. He inexplicably didn't want the newcomer to see his current state of embarrassment.

"Where did you come from, you little girl? Get out now!"

Sister Zhao pointed her finger at Quan Jiuxi, her face full of arrogance and disdain.

Quan Jiuxi looked at the woman in front of him coldly, "Try pointing to another one."

The supervisor was in a dilemma, because everyone who could come here was either rich or noble. If he offended someone who was not easy to deal with, he would not be able to survive in the imperial capital.

Sister Zhao was shocked by her aura, her fingers froze in mid-air, and she even forgot what to do for a moment.

Quan Jiuxi opened her red lips slightly, and said, "Qi Yuan, come here."

Qi Yuan hesitated for a moment and slowly walked towards Quan Jiuxi.

"Miss, what is your name?"

Although Sister Zhao is a little bit lustful, she is just a nouveau riche. If she meets someone powerful, she would not dare to offend him.

"you do not need to know."

After Quan Jiuxi finished speaking, he looked at Qi Yuan and said, "Go, chop off the hand that hit you just now."