night sultry

After taking the stage, Ku Ge adjusted the height of the microphone floor stand in silence, and occasionally turned his head to chat with the drummer.

"Jiangting—"

Jiang Shu heard someone shouting in the crowd.

He looked away.

A cute boy waved his arms, jumping up and down, trying to attract the attention of those on the stage.

Jiang Shu could guess which one he called on stage with his feet.

Looking at the four men on the stage, although they are handsome with their own characteristics, they are still the coolest guys.

Four men with an average height of more than 1.8 meters [-] stood on the stage, and one of them was a white crane among the chickens. Now that the four cranes are in a pile, the visual effect cannot be described in words.

The drummer is handsome and sunny, with a mouthful of white teeth that attracts everyone's attention.

The bass player looks a little naughty and has a wicked smile.

The keyboard player was wearing sunglasses and a mask, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The guitarist... is as simple as a bear.

Jiang Shu's eyes drifted over the four people on the stage one by one, and finally stopped on the man in the front who was fiddling with the microphone.

He had never seen a person's appearance and temperament fit so well, and they were so cool.

He has a cold face and has no expression all the time, but he is not the kind of defiant person who pretends to ignore people deliberately. When he is called by others, he will look up and nod his head, and his attitude is very casual.

Wearing the simplest black T, although there are many decorations on the ears and fingers, it is not complicated.

The fingers holding the microphone are slender and strong. The moment the neck without any accessories is raised, it is like a swan relaxing its neck. The beautiful arc makes people involuntarily imagine the cut neck.

Images can be captured frame by frame.

"Jiangting!"

"Jiangting Jiangting!"

"Boss Jiang looks at me!!!"

"Hahaha, get out, Boss Jiang doesn't look at you."

The stage was packed with people.

Jiang Shu raised his hand to touch his face, it was terribly hot.

He looked at the man on the stage, and his mind was full of four words.

What a fucking recruiter.

Oh, five words.

Jiang Shu was lying on her knees, twisting the bottle of wine and drinking it one after another, watching every move of the man on the stage from the corner of her eye.

The screams were deafening in the ears, and there was a mixture of men and women.

The stage was ready, the drummer flipped his sticks, and seamlessly changed the prelude.

Guitar hits follow.

Rock and roll is the easiest way to provoke a person's excitement and madness, just like the cold water suddenly heats up and boils in an instant.

The sexy and provocative male voice came out from the microphone, the processed voice was full of texture, and the clear English made Jiang Shu's eyes shine.

Countless people were as addicted to this short-lived visual feast as he was. Even when he sang the climax, Jiang Ting's facial features were still cold and expressionless.

From his slightly raised jaw and half-closed eyes, it can be seen that he is not as emotionless as outsiders seem.

Some rock singers had ferocious faces when they reached the high notes, and Jiang Shu was fascinated by Jiang Ting's indifferent eyebrows and the bulging veins around his neck.

The man exploded.

Jiang Shu was a little surprised that he didn't see a single person taking pictures and videos, which is unimaginable in this era where every meal has to be taken and posted on Moments.

When encountering such a superb lead singer, shouldn’t he take out his mobile phone and call out the video function to shoot and save it, and then hide under the covers at night and secretly reminisce thousands of times.

He took out his phone from his pocket, and quietly pointed the camera at the stage.

"Don't take a picture, don't take a picture." Tu Yang noticed his small movements with sharp eyes, rushed over to hug his hand, and covered the phone tightly with his body.

"...Can't take pictures here?" Jiang Shu pushed him but didn't push.

"You can't take pictures of the boss, and you absolutely can't take pictures of the boss secretly!" Tu Yang held down his phone, looked around like a thief, saw that no one noticed them, and looked around for the camera nervously, "You can take pictures of anyone, just Can't shoot the boss."

Tu Yang snatched his mobile phone and hid it away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "There are many and strict rules here, and if you are found to violate the rules, you will not be allowed to enter in the future."

"There was a pretty big sister who drove a Lamborghini who violated the rules here. Later, she was banned from the bar and refused to enter for life." Wei Xuhong shared the gossip he had heard.

"So stiff?" Jiang Shu was dumbfounded.

"That's it." Tu Yang nodded.

"Customer is God?"

"Wake up," Tu Yang shook his head in pain, "Here, the boss is God."

"We are just an insignificant little fellow." Wei Xuhong made a speech.

After Jiang Shu pondered for a moment, he said earnestly: "The owner of the bar is very interesting."

"Boss Jiang is very interesting." Tu Yang said, "The guests who come here are full of interest in him."

Jiang Shu stared at him when he heard the words.

The little goblin who was recognized by the whole school stared at him like this, and the straight straight man couldn't bear it, so Tu Yang walked away from him without a trace, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"The boss here," Jiang Shu pointed to the man on the stage, "Jiang... which ting?"

"Du Fu's "Jiangting" ah. The river pavilion is warm, and he sings wildly." Tu Yang came casually.

The name is so poetic, Jiang Shu looked at the man on the stage, "The boss is part-time the lead singer of the band?"

Tu Yang shook his head, "I only go there once a month, and I only sing a song every few months. Playing in a band is purely a hobby, and whether I can make it depends on my mood. But we are very lucky today. I haven’t seen him play a few times.”

Tu Yang came over with a bottle of wine, drank most of the bottle and continued, "Those guys are not in the band, although they played more times than Boss Jiang, they were just playing for tickets, and they still drink and fart a lot in bars. "

Jiang Shu lay on her knees and nodded slightly.

Tu Yang is not stupid either. Seeing that he was so interested in Boss Jiang, he turned around and elbowed him, "Hey, you're not normal..."

Jiang Shu rubbed her arms, and said in a sweet tone, "He's normal."

"Fuck." Tu Yang's goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Jiang Shu ignored him and listened quietly to Boss Jiang singing rock and roll.

A song ends.

Disregarding everyone's bullshit, threats, coquetry, and begging grandpa to tell grandma to go up and worship Sanqing and down to Jizo, when the ruthless and cold-blooded Boss Jiang took the stage, he jumped off the stage with a thigh, and left as soon as he said he would leave.

There was only one person missing on the stage, but the audience scattered around.

The rest of the band didn't go with Jiang Ting. They fiddled with the instruments, and they continued to sing a different song, regardless of whether there was anyone in the audience.

In the early hours of the morning, Jiang Shu was stuffed with alcohol, he came out of the water in a daze, and almost bumped into someone at the door of the bathroom.

"Sorry." He stepped aside.

"Are you okay?" The man reached out to help him.

"It's okay." Jiang Shu avoided his hand without a trace.

"You don't look like you're okay, shall I take you back?" The man stretched out his hand again.

Jiang Shu frowned, bored in his heart, impatient to say anything, he was going to leave if he missed it.

"I'll see you off..." The man stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Shu's shoulder, but just as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed.

The tall waiter smiled softly.

"It's hard to find a job now." He smiled more kindly, and the strength in his hands became heavier. "For things like sending guests back to their seats safely, this gentleman, please don't compete with me."

The eyes of the two met for a few seconds.

The waiter slowly let go of his wrist and asked softly, "How are you, sir?"

With a dark face, the man rubbed his wrists and strode away.

When the man walked away, Jiang Shu looked at the waiter in front of him who reached out to stop him, "It's hard to find a job now."

"Huh?" The waiter changed his gentle face before, and smiled a little casually.

"Treasure your work and don't violate the bar's rules and regulations." Jiang Shu has almost memorized the various rules and regulations of the bar in the past few hours, and the first thing in the employee code is not to harass guests.

What a weird employee that can make the manager write this article in capital letters and bold in the employee code.

"Did you really read the rules and regulations of the bar, which are as long as the old lady's foot wrap?" The waiter flicked his bangs, "Why are you so free? If you don't have anything to read, you can't apply for the job. "

No, I'm here to pick on your boss.

Jiang Shuxin said.

"I won't beat around the bush anymore," the waiter took out his phone, "Add a WeChat account, beauty?"

Jiang Shu bypassed him and left.

"Don't be like this," he stopped Jiang Shu, "I've noticed you since you entered the door, I like good-looking people, especially like you, can I be a friend?"

He stopped Jiang Shu from leaving.

Jiang Shu simply leaned against the wall, rubbed his dizzy head and said, "Isn't your bar very strict, customers are not allowed to take pictures, but the staff can stop customers from asking for WeChat?"

Double standard bar!

"It's not allowed to shoot anywhere, but you can't shoot the boss." The waiter took out a cigarette and handed it to him. Jiang Shu waved his hand and declined. He smiled and put it back in his breast pocket. As long as a guy looks handsome and washes the toilet, he can turn the world upside down, our Ting brother finds it annoying, and the bar is not allowed to take pictures after being disturbed a few times."

They've had enough of a bunch of underage kids trying to outwit them and sneak into a bar every day wearing heavy make-up.

"You want to take pictures," the waiter said, "I'll take you to the small back wall. The wall over there is specially prepared for you guests who love to take selfies. The design alone cost 10,000+."

"I don't want to take a selfie." Jiang Shu shook her head.

"Then you?" The waiter looked at him.

"Yeah." Jiang Shu nodded.

"...fuck me."

The waiter scratched his hair, wondering, "I can't take this with you, it's beyond my ability."

Jiang Shu put his hands in his pockets and was sent back to his seat by him.

When he was leaving with the bill, the waiter came over again, "Why are you so reluctant to fall in love with Brother Ting? I advise you because of your good looks, just forget it and don't waste your time."

It is probably time for him to take a break at the moment, smoking a cigarette, looking a little foolish.

Jiang Shu took out her mobile phone from her pocket, opened WeChat, clicked on the QR code, and handed it over, "Add a WeChat."

"What, do you want me to be your intelligence agent? I tell you it's impossible, it's just a dream." He quickly took out his phone and scanned the QR code to add him as a friend.

"My name is Zhanxin, you can call me Brother Xin," Zhanxin pointed to the badge worn on his chest, "If you come to the bar in the future, you can find me, and I will give you a discount."

Foreman and part-time manager.

"Wechat name is my name." Jiang Shu put away her phone.

After paying the bill, Jiang Shu carried Lu Xin, who was in a mess, and went to the street to stop the car with Tu Yang, who was also carrying Wei Xuhong.

"A dignified manager blatantly violates the bar's rules and regulations to harass customers for WeChat. Is it a loss of morality or a lack of humanity..." The boy standing at the door to greet customers sighed while touching his marinated hair.

"It's the loss of salary balance." Another boy said.

"You're right," Lu Dan clapped his hands together, "Maintaining the reputation of a bar is everyone's responsibility, bring me a complaint sheet."