Gloomy

He knew Mr. Wang's style very well. After going to the restaurant, he went straight to the nightclub. Of course, he had to drink alcohol. Luo Fengying gently pressed the position of his stomach where others could not see, his pale face was covered under the colorful lights.

"Dong dong" the door was opened from the outside after knocking twice, and the foreman walked in one after another with several ladies.There was a flattering smile on his face, "Young Master Luo, I have a few new girls here, I have reserved them for you." After speaking, he pulled a woman behind him forward, "Is this a bell, or is it a place?" Go, loosen Luo Shao's bones and relieve fatigue."

Seeing her walking over slowly, the head waiter went out with satisfaction, and the other girls also approached the benefactor one after another.Those soft, boneless jade hands pinched his arms lightly, but they trembled slightly, as if shy and frightened.

"No need!" Luo Fengying pulled out her arm, pointed to Mr. Wang opposite, and said, "Serve Mr. Wang well." The girl had to lean over, ignoring the one on the right, and Mr. Wang couldn't wait to reach out and pull her over.

Looking at the ugly face of the opposite side hugging left and right, Luo Fengying sneered contemptuously in her heart, but there was still a formulaic smile on her face.Pressing his stomach again, Luo Fengying stood up: "Go to the bathroom, everyone is free."

The slender figure leaned against the edge of the sink to suppress the discomfort in his stomach, and the cold water splashed on his face, in exchange for a moment of sobriety, he reckoned that he felt better, so he walked back with strength.

The box was filled with smoke, and some monkeys had already mingled together in a hurry. The white meat was disgusting, and the wine bottles were poured on the table in disorder.

Luo Fengying hadn't sat down yet, only to hear a crisp applause from the opposite side, and a figure fell to the ground along with the force. The one who was beaten was the girl named Bell. Mr. Wang seemed to be still angry and wanted to go up and kick her The person next to him hurriedly pulled him away, but he still couldn't stop talking: "What kind of thing are you, pretending to be innocent, I'm here to deal with you, who dares to do anything to me."

"You are just rich beasts, how could you know the value of people's hearts!" The girl raised her head and cursed every word with difficulty.

Mr. Wang was so angry that he almost broke away from the person who was holding him. The scene was chaotic for a while, and a lady who came with him secretly ran to call the foreman.

Luo Fengying squatted down and looked into her eyes, sneered indifferently, and when she got up again, she had another expression.Dayi talked about people's hearts, but there was still a desire for money in his eyes. Didn't he see this kind of playing hard to get?Besides, even if it was true, he didn't want to bother with it.

Without talking nonsense with her, a card was directly thrown into the foreman's arms: "300 million, these two ladies will send it to Mr. Wang, including follow-up medical expenses and lost work expenses, is it enough?" The last three words are obvious. It was said to the bell on the ground.Although Mr. Wang hates it, it will be very troublesome if he offends him, but it's just a little money.

Hearing this number, Ling Dang obediently shut her mouth and did not speak again.

After playing to such an extent, it's time to break up. Boss Wang took the two ladies away. It is estimated that Ling Dang will not have a good time tonight, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Heart, what is that?Luo Fengying laughed silently, covered her eyelids with her palms, and burst into tears in the empty private room.

Jian Yian was also having a hard time at this time, when he received the call to pick up Mr. Luo, he saw Luo Fengying lying prone on the coffee table, throwing a lot of wine bottles in front of him.Damn, how much did this man drink?He almost walked out the door with Luo Fengying on his back. It would have been fine if the person on his back had been asleep, but he woke up as soon as he arrived at Section A of the parking lot. His car was parked in Section B!

Luo Fengying didn't cry or make noise when he was drunk, and there was no sign of drunkenness at all, but the man kept mumbling something to himself, and laughed a few times from time to time, which made people's hair stand on end.

Jian Yi'an couldn't carry it anymore, so she put him down halfway, and to be honest, he also wanted to hear what Luo Fengying was saying.At the beginning, he was just repeating a vague word, but he couldn't hear clearly, and then he said occasionally vague words: "I have been forced to familiarize myself with the business since I graduated from junior high school. For so many years, I never thought that I would become a friend with him. opponent.

……

As a friend, I can understand his actions like this; but as a victim, I will never forgive him.

......"

Hearing these things that he knew or didn't know, Jian Yi'an was shocked for a while, and didn't dare to listen anymore, but felt something warm slipping into his collar, was that... Luo Fengying's tears.The man who has been disguising himself with a smile, the man who is so casual, as if there is nothing worthy of his attention in the world, has endured so much pain behind the dim lights.

Carried him back into the car with difficulty, and drove home all the way.It wasn't until the moment he cleaned him up and put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt that Jian Yian heard that the word he kept saying was Nishiki.

……

Nishiki?

What is that, in English?French?Korean?Japanese?German?

Jian Yi'an couldn't figure it out, it felt like Japanese, but what exactly did it mean, could she have heard it wrong?He couldn't ask Boss Luo.

The next day I still didn't understand, but Li Sheng accidentally overheard him during the research, and the latter looked at him in surprise: "How do you know Feng Shao's Japanese name?"

It turned out to be the case.

Nishiki, にしき, brocade.

The author has something to say: everyone can understand it, Nishiki is the Roman accent, and nishiki is the original text, which translates into Chinese as brocade.

For ease of reading I have always written in Roman accents.