Rival says he loves me

Fang Jiayao had a sucking mark on his arm.

He covered it with a long-sleeved sweater, put his red-stained arms under his ears, and kept his eyes fixed on the window.

The classroom was full of people, Fang Jiayao was late, and when he came in, there was a row of people at the base of the wall, leaning against the window helplessly, flipping through his notes.

Then a note fell out of it.

The meeting minutes handwritten by Wu Wei after he fell asleep last time.

His handwriting is beautiful. After the black and blue ink dries, the handwriting becomes more regular, and the light leaking from the shoulder can just shine on it.

The future is expected.

When this word appeared in his mind, he shook his head instinctively. The paper was only a thin page, and it only took two fingers to tear it off.

He held the red-lined and yellow-backed paper for half a minute, and finally tucked it into his bag, found a corner, sealed it up quietly, and then answered Xing Jinbei's phone call.

In fact, the phone had been on for a long time, and Fang Jiayao hesitated for the first time when he saw the name.

It's a big job, and you can earn five figures if you do it well, Xing Jinbei said convincingly on the phone, "But it still has something to do with Ke Zhe and his group, this time it's a solo job," Fang Jiayao listened to the voice on the other end of the phone Suppressing Lang Shuang, he spoke vaguely, "I'll arrange it when I come tonight, as long as you nod, it won't change, you think about it."

"No special services?" Fang Jiayao wanted to be sure about this matter, as long as he was not involved in this, he would do whatever he could to get the money.

"No, it's just a little tricky. People are more difficult to deal with. That kind of thing won't happen, so just say it won't come. If you agree, I will knock, and the others will push." ​​Xing Jinbei didn't know who was on the other end of the phone. He couldn't control the tone of his voice several times, so Fang Jiayao had to turn down the volume. There was a female classmate sitting on a stool taking notes seriously, so it was inconvenient to make a phone call.

After finalizing this matter, Fang Jiayao leaned his shoulders against the edge of the chair, his back felt warm, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Sure enough, this position is not suitable.

Before going to the bar in the afternoon, Fang Jiayao went to the bank to transfer a sum of money to Fang You's card, which was calculated to cover his brother's expenses for the past six months. In addition, he transferred a loan to Fang Liming, and he even scolded him on WeChat.

Fang Liming said that the money was not in a hurry, and asked Fang Jiayao to use it first, but Fang Jiayao didn't accept it, so if he changed it, he would just change it.

Owing to others is always bad.

Seeing Fang Liming at the other end, he gave up completely and said, "If Xingjinbei is not easy to mess with, come back at any time."

When Fang Jiayao replied to Fang Liming's message, he had already arrived at the door of the bar.

The signboard has changed from the original five-level speed-changing lantern to a gradient of orange and red and purple, and the original glass letters of "Desire" have also been changed to a cursive style, complete with all the waves.

When Fang Jiayao went in, he covered his nose with his sleeve, held his breath and reluctantly entered the backstage, Xing Jinbei was wearing a flowery undershirt, with a little man on his arm, seeing Fang Jiayao as if he had no bones Shaking the cigarette in his hand, "Come here, let's get to know each other first."

As he walked all the way in, he found that the rules had been changed here. There were all printed masks, each with a piece on their face, with mixed colors and patterns, and spliced ​​together in a mess.

The more you play off-road.

When Fang Jiayao turned his head, he found a tall man standing next to Xing Jinbei.

In a black suit, with one arm propped on the back of the soft leather sofa under Xing Jinbei's buttocks, he stood upright.

"Get to know each other, why do you call it?" Xing Jinbei bit the little boy's ear, without bothering to think, poked the man in the suit, "You say it yourself."

"You can just call me y." The man in the suit said in a low voice, "I heard you are famous, just have fun."

Fang Jiayao rolled up his sleeves and went to pick up his business card, forgetting that there was a seal on his hand, so he let the other party see it.

When Fang Jiayao got closer, he realized that the other person was also wearing a black mask, which covered two-thirds of the outline of the face, and basically he couldn't recognize what this person was like.

Y's face changed.

"Hello, I can start at any time, just call me Xiao Yao." Fang Jiayao also used a pseudonym here, everyone understands each other, it's not easy to show off when doing this kind of business, no matter how big the name is, it's just a fake name. People who sell for fun don't get a good reputation.

Fang Jiayao planned to make enough money and change his career. After four years of college, he would eat with a serious ability. He would never touch this kind of place again.

But not yet.

"I picked the room, pack it up and come in with me." Y didn't say much, quite dull, but Fang Jiayao could feel his scrutiny on him.

Very careful, but nothing.

Y can also be regarded as a strange person who came here, and his upright attitude was incompatible with the extravagant atmosphere of the entire bar.

After Y himself gave Fang Jiayao a room card, he casually ordered a drink and went in first.

Fang Jiayao seized the opportunity to talk to Xing Jinbei, "What is his background?"

Xing Jinbei turned the ring on his hand as if he couldn't hear it, and smiled slyly, "Clients must keep it secret, don't make things difficult for me, just take the money, don't worry about it, and try to be clean."

Before Fang Jiayao went in, he leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette, took out his phone and put it on silent, there was no message, only two text messages about mobile bill deduction.

It was the first time for Fang Jiayao to enter the private room after so many dances. The interior decoration style is the same as the exterior, no matter how sexy it is, the back wall is made of frosted glass, and the entrance is a retro and nostalgic leather sofa.

The sex toys are all locked in the counter, and the transparent glass can be seen clearly.

Y just sat there, didn't greet him when he came in, didn't say anything, just lowered his head and drank.

On the table was a red bottle of wine, Fang Jiayao saw it was the Royal Salute Cask, and there were few high-end whiskeys in circulation on the market.

"Are you good at dancing?" Y put his hand on the glass, turning and stopping on the table, "Then you dance, and you won't stop until I say stop, understand?"

The politeness outside just now evaporated.

The author has something to say: Mo Fang, this person will make a big assist in the future, you can guess who it is.