The wonderful world of fast time travel

After eleven o'clock in the night, after the explosive electronic music, the stage was replaced by a warm singing by a male singer, and the dancers on the dance floor dispersed like a school of fish.

Zheng Ling stood in the corner with a stern face, keeping an eye on the movement around him, and settled on a certain table after a while.

There was only one guest at that table, about 30 years old, wearing a gray shirt, the top two buttons had been unbuttoned, and was pouring wine with his head up. , with a slight vibration, it will roll to the ground.

The man didn't notice, and still drank by himself.

In the past few days, Zheng Ling has seen a lot of customers who come here to get drunk, and most of them are lovelorn.

Just when Zheng Ling was about to look away, a young man in his sight walked towards that person with a cup in his hand, and sat directly opposite.

The young man didn't leave. I don't know what he said. The man suddenly raised his hand and smashed the wine bottle in his hand, pointing at the man to tell him to roll away. There was a small commotion around him.

Seeing this, Zheng Ling wasn't in the mood to pay attention to the other person's reaction anymore, so he raised his foot and walked towards them quickly. In just a few seconds, the person had already pulled the young man over and pressed his head on the table. The wine bottles rolled around, and many fell to the ground, making harsh noises.

The voice of the singer on the stage still came slowly.

The man was still not satisfied, so he took the broken wine bottle and said coldly to the struggling little young man, "You dare to say it again." Then he gestured to the young young man's face, The young man trembled and kept begging for mercy.

The man smiled: "It's late." He raised his hand and was about to paddle.

Just when everyone felt sorry for the young man, Zheng Ling rushed to grab his wrist and stopped him: "Mister, please calm down."

The man vigorously waved Zheng Ling's hand away and scolded, "Get out!"

Normally, Zheng Ling would have gone far away, but at this time, due to his duties, he had to politely say: "Sir, I'm sorry to make you encounter unpleasant things here, but I still hope that you can hold your hand high. " Zheng Ling spoke very calmly, deliberately delaying time.

The man in gray obviously didn't buy it, and squinted at him: "What are you?"

Zheng Ling still smiled, looked straight at him and said, "I'm nothing, but I'm the security guard here, and my duty is to stop such things from happening. If you really want to do something, then I can only ask You go out."

"Heh" the man sneered, let go of the young man, then stood up straight and glanced up and down at Zheng Ling, mockingly said: "How dare a small security guard stand in front of me?"

After seeing the young man who started the trouble run away, Zheng Ling replied, "I don't want to either."

The man didn't speak. He threw the wine bottle and stretched his fingers before slapping Zheng Ling hard. Although Zheng Ling reacted quickly, he was still slapped and almost fell down.

Golden Phoenix flapped his wings at this person: "Damn, you dare to hit my Zheng Ling" but it couldn't hurt this person at all.

The man squeezed Zheng Ling's chin tightly again, and said coldly, "This slap is to teach you a lesson."

Zheng Ling was a little dazed by the slap, his cheeks were burning and hurting badly.

With a smile on the corner of the man's mouth, he raised his hand and patted Zheng Ling's cheek lightly, with an obvious warning.

Just when everyone thought this man was going to do something again, he let go of Zheng Ling, took out a few hundred yuan bills from his wallet and threw them on Zheng Ling with a contemptuous expression, then answered the phone and left.

The people around saw that there was no show and left, and only then did the other security guards show up.

Gangzi walked up to Zheng Ling: "Qingzi, are you okay?"

Zheng Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Gangzi felt a little sorry for him, and wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Zheng Ling, who only heard Zheng Ling say indifferently: "Compared to the previous injuries, this is considered minor, but I didn't expect the first I’ll lose my lottery after work every day.” As he said that, he bent down to pick up the scattered money on the ground, and smiled nonchalantly: “I’ll treat you to dinner after work.”

Seeing him so spineless, the nearby guests all had contempt in their eyes.

In the locker room, Gangzi helped Zheng Ling wipe the potion, and said to Huizi who was standing aside angrily: "If you hadn't pulled me just now, I would have killed him."

"You think I want to drag you!" Huizi took a few puffs of cigarettes and frowned, "It's just that we can't afford to offend that person."

Gangzi couldn't help but look at him: "What is it?"

Huizi just said: "Don't ask, you just need to remember to stay away from that person in the future."

Gangzi's stubborn temper came up: "According to what you said, let's forget about it?"

Zheng Ling pulled the corner of his mouth and let out a "hiss", and Gangzi hurriedly smiled along with him: "Look at me, I forget it when I'm in a hurry." He wanted to wipe it off.

Zheng Ling turned her head and said, "Okay, it's just a small injury, don't need to rub so much."

Huizi watched as Zheng Ling opened his mouth and closed it again, smoking a cigarette irritably.

Manager Zhang opened the door and walked in, looked at the wound on Zheng Ling's face, exaggerated a little, and then asked if he could still work.

Zheng Ling smiled lightly: "This little injury is not a problem."

Gangzi interjected, "Is it okay to have a swollen face?"

Manager Zhang hesitated for a moment and said, "How about this, you leave work early tonight, go back and have a good rest, and your salary will be paid."

Zheng Ling said with a smile: "It's really not a problem, besides, I can't sleep when I go back so early."

"That's up to you."

After sending Manager Zhang away, Huizi stamped out the cigarette butt, and said to Zheng Ling, "You just stay here and don't go out. You can play with your phone or do whatever you want."

Zheng Ling leaned back, leaning on the sofa with his arms pillowed on his head, shaking his legs, and said leisurely, "That's so embarrassing, you guys are working outside, and I'm here playing with my phone."

Seeing him like this, Huizi smiled.

"You can really bear it," Gangzi said, "I thought you were going to fight back."

Zheng Ling said to him: "Who the hell is willing to swallow his anger, but there is no other way." He was discouraged and said, "Since I come here to work, I can no longer be like before. Also, just because of that person's violent temper, if I really If you fight back, it’s not just a slap.”

"As far as your temper is concerned, you still have the nerve to talk about others."

Zheng Ling looked up and sighed: "I really miss those days when no one was taken seriously!"

Gangzi exposed him: "Come on, you were beaten twice in three days before."

Zheng Ling took the opportunity to say: "This is not a good behavior."

Huizi nodded and said, "You did the right thing just now, but you were lucky." At that time, he was really afraid that the kid would fight back, and he would be the one who would suffer.

A voice came from the walkie-talkie, and Gangzi said: "Okay, you are here to play with your mobile phone, we are going out."

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