The sick young master went to dance again

The little beauty who struck up a conversation walked away resentfully, complaining in her heart as she walked, why are all the handsome guys now gay?

Han Ye looked at the graceful back of the little beauty with regret, and stared at the indifferent Song Yuxing with hatred. With this brat by his side, his brilliance as a handsome man was buried and overshadowed. up.

"Why are you staring at me?" Song Yuxing sneered, "If you like it, go after it, it's useless."

Han Ye felt that he had been insulted, "You are worthless, just go! Let me wait!"

After finishing speaking, he chased in the direction where the little beauty left, thinking that he was a garden grass in the kindergarten back then, and the little girls who liked him would line up to come.

Song Yuxing shrugged innocently, raised his head and drank the cocktail in the glass. He scanned the people around him on the spot, feeling quite bored.

Bored and looking for fun.

He came out of the lively dance floor, turned around and walked to the bar, sat down in an empty seat at random, propped his head and casually watched the bartender working across the street.

The bartender was a 25-year-old handsome man. He pushed the glass of ice-blue cocktail in front of Song Yuxing with a smile on his face, "Kid, I'll treat you to this glass of wine."

Song Yuxing refused without hesitation, "Thank you, but my mother said that you can't just drink from strangers."

A good-looking boy like him should take good care of himself outside.

The bartender couldn't help laughing, "It really is a child."

Song Yuxing didn't say anything else, his eyes swept around at will, and finally fixed on the corner at the far end of the bar. He paused for a moment, and a hint of interest flashed in his amber eyes.

In a corner not far away sat a man drinking.

The other party was wearing black trousers and a gray shirt. Even if he was just sitting, one could tell that he was tall and had long legs, broad shoulders and narrow waist. The beautiful muscle lines covered by the material made people imagine.

The man looked a little drunk. He propped his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. The liquid flowed down his superior jaw line and rolled over the protruding Adam's apple.

very sexy.

He raised his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth casually. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his healthy wheat-colored smooth forearm. After wiping the corners of his mouth, he pulled down his tie again. His slender five fingers were clearly knuckles, and he acted rudely. random.

This action of pulling the tie is really sexy.

Song Yuxing stared at the man's hand, thinking absently.

The light in the corner was even dimmer. From Song Yuxing's perspective, he could only see the side face of the man hidden in the darkness. The lines were superior, the facial features were deep and three-dimensional, the lips were a little thin, and the sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, which was aggressive. .

Very wild looks.

A face that can never be forgotten.

It is really rare for Song Yuxing, who has a discerning eye, to give such an evaluation.

Seeing him staring at the corner, the bartender knew who he was looking at without even thinking about it, so he leaned over and said, "That handsome guy has been here for three days in a row, doing nothing, just sitting in the corner drinking beer every day, Probably lost love."

"A lot of people came to strike up a conversation during the period, but they were all scared away by him, very fierce."

"What? You are also interested in him, handsome boy?"

Song Yuxing slightly raised his eyebrows, "Obviously."

This man has almost grown on his aesthetic point.

It's hard to come by.

The bartender looked at him gossipingly, "That handsome guy exudes an aura of not getting close to strangers all over his body, no matter who strikes up a conversation, it's useless, they all come back with nothing."

"Not necessarily." Song Yuxing spit out two words from his mouth lightly.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the glass of ice blue cocktail that the other party had just given him, raised his hand and pushed the metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked towards the corner.

Didn't Lezi come here on his own initiative?

This time there was a good show to watch, and the bartender got closer, ready to watch the excitement.