Yaoyaoguiyu

Chapter 78 I Came Here Not Just To Listen to Your Stories
Drunk love, VIP compartment.

Zong Quan was sitting on the leather sofa, with a pair of long legs resting on the marble tea table in front of him, with a good cigarette half-burned in his right hand.

His eyes swept across the girls lined up in front, and finally fell on a woman in a lavender dress at the end.

His dead lover, loves lavender the most.

He squinted his eyes and hooked his fingers at the girl.

Seeing that he had chosen a good man, the manager who had been standing next to him waved his hand to let the other women go out.

Those women went out, and when they heard the door closing, they changed their flattering expressions into disgust, yawning and complaining as they walked:
"I came to whoring with a burst of anger in the morning, are you sick?"

"The boss is in a good mood, so we can't manage it."

"Okay, go back and rest to recharge your spirits. I have to serve these young masters at night."

"What the hell is my life?"

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As soon as the woman came to Zong Quan, he stretched out his hand to hook her waist and pulled her into his arms, and the woman grabbed his neck.

Zong Quan took a deep puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled it on the woman's face.

The woman was choked up and tilted her head to cough, but he had pinched her chin and moved over to block her mouth.

He didn't know where the anger came from, maybe it was the scene of a person who looked so similar to her flirting with other men in front of him half an hour ago, which made him unhappy, or maybe it was because he couldn't get used to Jiang Yu's incomparable pride.

Before he went deep, the figure of his lover suddenly flashed in his mind, and her beautiful beauty mole appeared so deeply in his mind.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and found that the face close at hand was not the one he missed day and night.

The feeling of disgust increased sharply, he pressed the cigarette butt that had not been extinguished on the exposed shoulder of the woman, then pushed her away, and looked at her coldly: "Get out, I don't want to sleep with you now."

The woman was pushed to the ground, seeing how angry he was, she didn't dare to go forward to show her affection.So he clutched his shoulder that was burned by the cigarette butt, enduring the pain and quickly got up and went out.

Zong Quan was very irritable, he wanted to smash things now, but when he glanced over, there was nothing to smash.

There wasn't even a bottle of wine on the table.

The whole box was resplendent and magnificent, but it was extremely lonely, like his heart that had long since died.

……

Lu Yao just wanted to call Jiang Yu after class, but received an unfamiliar number.

"็ Hello Who are you?"

There was silence for a while before speaking: "Lu Yao."

Lu Yao took the phone away from his ear and took a look. It was indeed an unfamiliar number.

But she seemed to have heard this voice before, and a figure suddenly flashed in her mind. She stopped, and under the suspicious gaze of Yu Meiren and Cheng Xiaoyi, she slowly said, "Mr. Zong?"

Lu Yao felt that Zong Quan smiled, and then heard him say, "I'm glad you still remember my voice."

"What do you want from me?" In fact, she wanted to know how Zong Quan knew her mobile phone number.

"Could you come to the drunken bar? I want to talk to you about something."

It's 3:[-] in the afternoon, what can you do in a drunken bar?Besides, what was he going to talk to her about?What is there to talk about between him and her?

No.

But Lu Yao still agreed: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Poppy eagerly gossiped: "Who is this Mr. Zong?"

"Drunk bar owner."

"Why is he looking for you?"

Lu Yao shook her head, she also wanted to know.

"Be safe and keep in touch." It was Cheng Xiaoyi who spoke.

When Lu Yao walked into the bar, the inside was still the same as at night, with colorful and eye-catching lights on, the only difference was that it was very quiet at the moment.

Zong Quan was at the bartending table, saw her come in and beckoned to her.

Lu Yao walked over and sat on the high stool.

He pushed a freshly made cocktail in front of her, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile: "Margaret."

Still the same as the previous glass of wine, light blue.

She didn't understand wine, but she still understood what he said, and praised: "The name is very nice."

Zong Quan smiled, walked around the bar and sat down on the high stool beside her: "This is the third time, this time you won't refuse the wine I specially mixed for you, will you?"

Lu Yao smiled and shook his head.

Zong Quan put his elbows on the bar and looked at her fascinatedly: "What? Are you afraid that I will drug you?"

"No, I promised Jiangyu not to drink."

It's Jiang Yu again, what kind of ecstasy did he take to make the girl in front of me so obedient to him?

Zong Quan sneered and didn't force her.He took out a cigarette from his bag, and when he was about to light it, he tilted his head and asked her opinion: "Do you mind?"

"random."

He smiled and lit a cigarette.After asking that question, he felt strange in his heart.When did he become so gentlemanly that he asked the ladies present for their opinions before smoking?
This feeling made him uncomfortable.

He inhaled and exhaled, the smoke swirling in front of his eyes.

Lu Yao frowned lightly, but he still saw it.

He smiled, put out his cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, put his elbows on the bar, and stared at a painting on the opposite wall: "Jean Durasa is a bartender in a bar in Los Angeles. He and his lover Margarita They fell in love very much. But during a wild hunting, Margarita was hit by a stray bullet and fell in his arms and left him forever.

In 1949, Jean Durasa created this glass of wine named Margarita cocktail, the Chinese name Margarita, in memory of his late lover. "

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Lu Yao: "This is a very poignant story, isn't it?"

Lu Yao didn't answer him.

She lowered her eyelids, and for a moment, when she looked up at him, her eyes were calm: "Mr. Zong, you asked me to come here not just to listen to your story, did you?"

(End of this chapter)