don't play with him

Zhao Qiaomai lived in an old community in C City. The house was rented by Sheng Changliu. It had two bedrooms and one living room, which was enough for her to live alone, but when Chen Yin arrived, she found that there was another person. , undoubtedly her ex-boyfriend who sang.

"Don't just cry, how much did he take from you?" Chen Yin asked anxiously, staring at Zhao Qiaomai who was wiping away tears.

"The money that Sheng Changliu gave me over the years, I have saved there, maybe twenty to thirty thousand." Zhao Qiaomai looked at Chen Yin pitifully: "Don't tell Sheng Changliu that we are living together, Otherwise, he will definitely not want to control me in the future."

Chen Yin had a lot of questions in his stomach that he wanted to ask Zhao Qiaomai, but he didn't want to speak out to disturb her mood at this time, so he just asked, "Are you sure he's in that bar?"

Zhao Qiaomai nodded: "I asked someone I know in the bar, he sang there tonight."

"Go." Chen Yin raised his chin towards Zhao Qiaomai: "Call the police."

"Report...the police?" Zhao Buckwheat was stunned.

"That's right, he's stealing money. We all know where he is and why don't we call the police?" Chen Yin was about to pull Zhao Qiaomai to stand up.

"Can you not call the police yet?" Zhao Qiaomai hesitated: "You can accompany me to find him first, as long as he is willing to pay back the money, if he is not willing to call the police again, okay?" Zhao Qiaomai has her own considerations. Still working and playing with those friends, she was afraid that if she called the police and made things worse, everyone would stay away from her.

Chen Yin looked at Zhao Qiaomai, and said in a cold tone, "He can steal your money, do you think you are willing to pay it back?"

"I want to give it a try first..." Zhao Qiaomai looked at Chen Yin imploringly: "I just finished the operation not long ago, and I am not in good health, so I dare not go to him alone, so just go with me once." , nothing to do, okay?"

Chen Yin sighed: "Then let's go, you wear a coat."

That evening, Chen Yin accompanied Zhao Qiaomai to the bar called "π". As soon as Zhao Qiaomai entered the bar, he turned in familiarly, but Chen Yin was thinking: why does a bar name imply that I do my homework? ?

Chen Yin has never been to a bar, but this time he accompanied Zhao Qiaomai to support the scene, so he tried his best to pretend to be a barber all day long, and fortunately he looked like a person who hangs out all day, just left Within a minute of entering, a girl took his hand very actively, and put his hand on her butt, Chen Yin almost exploded.

"What are you doing!" Zhao Qiaomai turned his head to look, and waved the girl away: "Don't be so hot." Zhao Qiaomai glared at the girl, then grabbed Chen Yin and walked in: "You don't know dodge?"

Chen Yin shook his head: "I've never met such a bold and unrestrained person, are all the people in the bar like this?"

"Sheng Changliu was dragged upstairs to open a room once." Zhao Qiaomai said.

Chen Yin was taken aback: "Open?"

Zhao Qiaomai looked back at him: "It's open."

"Then they...what's the matter?" Chen Yin couldn't ask, feeling a little contemptuous of Sheng Changliu.

"The one who was dragged away by a man probably played cards all night." Zhao Qiaomai couldn't help laughing after playing a trick on Chen Yin.

Chen Yin muttered silently: "The man... is not very safe, actually..."

While chatting, the two had reached the dressing room of the resident singer, Zhao Qiaomai pushed open the door, and saw the resident singer was hugging a girl who didn't know where she was, and was kissing passionately.

"Pay back the money, idiot!" Zhao Qiaomai was not annoyed when he saw his ex-boyfriend messing around, walked over and grabbed his bag and threw it to Chen Yin, saying, "Turn it over."

Chen Yin was stunned for a moment and immediately began to search, but there were very few things in the bag, the most were condoms...

At this time, the resident singer had let go of the girl in her arms, and walked towards Zhao Qiaomai who was looking through the cabinet with a smile: "Qiaomai, you're back~"

"Don't touch her." Chen Yin stopped between the two and looked at the resident singer coldly. Chen Yin was half a head taller than the resident singer, so the man had to stop and looked at Chen Yin frivolously: "Are you her new concubine?"

"None of your business." Chen Yin pushed him away: "Where did you put the money?"

"What money?" The resident singer pretended to be innocent: "What are you looking for?"

Zhao Qiaomai straightened up and turned to look at the resident singer: "He Qi, that money belongs to my brother, you'd better return it to me quickly."

"Which wild brother is it again? It's not like I don't know that you are an orphan." He Qi was full of disdain: "Zhao Qiaomai, you are really amazing. You are one after another behind my back, so you can't stand loneliness?"

"Bang!" Before He Qi could finish speaking, Chen Yin hit his face with his fist first, and the next second Chen Yin picked up He Qi again, and punched him in the face again: "You fucking know I don't know what I did?!"

When Chen Yin first saw He Qi's attitude, he actually started to get angry. He made Zhao Qiaomai pregnant, and he didn't care about her letting her go for the operation. Now that he got the money, he didn't say anything. Chen Yin has never seen such a trashy person.

"Why do I rely on you to hit me!" He Qi struggled to get up, but it was probably because he had spent too much time playing and was too weak to be Chen Yin's opponent at all. Chen Yin restrained him: "Where did you put the money?" ? Or has it already been spent?"

"Huahuahua!" He Qi was beaten so hard that he covered his face and cried out in pain, "I still have to perform tonight! You're out of shape, I'll find someone to kill you!"

"Have you found it?" Chen Yin ignored He Qi's incompetent rage, and turned to ask Zhao Qiaomai. Zhao Qiaomai only found a few hundred dollars in change in a drawer. She walked over and kicked He Qi violently: "You Really spent?!"

Just as Zhao Qiaomai and Chen Yin were about to beat He Qi up, the girl who had just run out to call for someone came in with the onlookers from the bar, and they rushed towards Chen Yin and pressed him against the wall.

"Let him go!" Zhao Qiaomai became anxious, she knew the security guards: "Brother Zhang, he is my friend, we are here to ask for money."

"You can't make trouble even if you ask for money! You beat He Qi like this, how can he get on stage? What about the loss of the bar?!" The brother Zhang gave Zhao Qiaomai a little face, and stopped pressing Chen Yin, only holding his arm Don't let him move again.

"Brother Zhang is very skilled." Chen Yin didn't suffer any injuries, and after being released a little, he praised him from the bottom of his heart.

The brother Zhang glanced at Chen Yin, who looked like he was born in this bar, and he hummed happily.

"You guys have to deal with it outside. I will definitely take care of the troubles in the bar. Also, what should I do if he is beaten up like this and can't go on stage tonight? Another resident singer can't catch up, so many guests are waiting outside." Brother Zhang said to this It is a headache for a group of children to make trouble regardless of the occasion.

"Then he still owes us money, and we are waiting." Chen Yin said angrily, "Otherwise, if you pay him the money, we will stop making trouble."

"Why don't you know good and bad?" Brother Zhang's good impression of Chen Yin disappeared in less than a minute: "I don't care about your business, find someone to put makeup on He Qi, and see if it can cover the injuries on his face ?”

"His face? It's useless to block it." Chen Yin sneered.

"Come on, come on for him, don't you want money? He pays 1000 yuan a game, we will give you two thousand, and you go tonight." The bar manager rushed over after hearing the sound and stared at Chen Yin's face. It's been a while, and I've already started to think that if this kid sings here, the business of the bar will be doubled, and now I finally found a space to plug in.

"I don't sell singing." Chen Yin rolled his eyes.

"Three thousand." The bar manager said.

Just as Chen Yin was about to refuse, Zhao Qiaomai immediately held him down and asked the manager, "Daily end?"

The manager nodded: "OK."

"Why?! Why do I only have one thousand?" Now He Qi was unconvinced: "I can also play the guitar!"

"I can play the clarinet! I can do it in elementary school!" Chen Yin's heart of comparison spontaneously arose.

"If you don't play the clarinet today, just sing. You can sing whatever you want." The manager pulled away Brother Zhang who was holding Chen Yin: "Can't you make it?"

"Up, up, up." Zhao Qiaomai quickly helped Chen Yinyun, and she looked at Chen Yin, meaning to talk alone.

Zhao Qiaomai took Chen Yin to the small balcony of the bar: "You can use this to threaten He Qi after you sing this time, and tell him that if you don't pay back the money, you will keep singing here and cut off his money. Compared with his long-term work, he can still tell which is more important."

Chen Yin suddenly realized: "That's it." He nodded: "Okay."

After the discussion between the two, Chen Yin was ready to go on stage. They prepared clothes for Chen Yin. At first glance, they looked like ordinary white shirts, but after putting them on, they found that there were only two buttons, and the opening was directly below the chest.

"What's the difference between this and not wearing it..." Chen Yin complained while putting on the clothes in a coordinated manner, and then put on the headset: "I really don't need to be so professional, I can sing two songs."

Those two songs were from an idol that Chen Yin's cousin was chasing after, and played that idol's song in front of Chen Yin's ears every day throughout the summer vacation. It would be difficult for Chen Yin to think.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Yin sat in the stage area. As soon as he stood up and went to the bar, there was a burst of cheers and booing. Some girls even wanted to throw money on the stage. Chen Yin smiled. He knew that he was good-looking, but in the past They were all secretly watched by classmates in the school. This was the first time that they were watched and booed so openly. The feeling was a little different and a little superficial.

Chen Yin smiled, and there was another burst of cheers from below. Some bold people went down the stage with wine glasses and stared at Chen Yin obsessively. Fortunately, the lights on the stage were blurry and gaudy, and Chen Yin's unconscious blushing and discomfort were not affected by it. Discover.

Until he raised his eyes casually while singing, and found that there were more people beside the corridor of the bar at some time...

Sheng Changliu was incompatible with the bustling atmosphere of the bar. He stood sharply, staring deeply at Chen Yin who was on the stage, who was firing randomly.

Chen Yin's voice trembled, and he immediately forgot the next lyrics. He numbly moved his eyes away, and skillfully used his face to cover the accident. He smiled down and stared at a certain direction at will: "Forgot What should I do if I have no words?"

"Then let's have a chat, give me a WeChat message!" A girl said boldly, and Chen Yin raised her eyebrows: "No, someone is watching."

"Girlfriend?" someone asked.

"The bar manager." Chen Yin said wittily: "Adding WeChat is a private matter, and I am working now."

...Chen Yin's impromptu performance allowed the performance to go on smoothly. As soon as nine o'clock came, Chen Yin immediately jumped off the stage and went to the backstage.

There were already people waiting in the backstage. On the side of Sheng Changliu was Zhao Qiaomai who had been trained to keep his head down and dare not speak. After seeing the two, Chen Yin unconsciously slowed down and greeted them calmly: "Hi."

"You told me that you accompanied Zhao Qiaomai to ask for money." Sheng Changliu stared at Chen Yin: "You ended up singing on stage when I arrived."

Chen Yin shrank his neck, and he also felt that the gap between coming and going was indeed a bit incomprehensible. While organizing the language, Sheng Changliu spoke again, his voice was faint, but wrapped in thin anger: "Still wearing clothes into this."