All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

Jiang Zhi understood.

He got up and put one hand on the shoulder of the boy whose head was bleeding, rubbed his neck and walked out.

The boy's face turned pale: "Jiang... Brother Jiang..."

"Shh."

Jiang Zhi gestured to him, and when he opened the door to drag him out, he didn't forget to bring the banknotes scattered on the corner of the table.

The box fell silent.

Everyone took a deep breath, no longer had the original charming thoughts, and looked at the corner of the booth tremblingly.

Who doesn't know that Young Master Jiang is willful and stubborn, relying on his family background to call the wind and rain in G City.

But seeing his attitude towards Zhou Tingsi just now, everyone inexplicably felt a little respectful from it.

Listen to this week, what is the background?

The person in the booth lowered his eyes, lit a cigarette in his left hand, but didn't smoke, letting the scarlet flame flicker on and off, his eyes fell on the blood on his fingertips.

Zhou Tingsi's eyes were getting darker, and the strange itching in his throat hadn't subsided yet.

Although he is a mixed race of two races, his genes are biased towards werewolves. Apart from inheriting his mother's superior appearance and the abilities of blood race, he has always had no desire for blood.

Even when you smell blood, you will feel stench and disgust.

But her blood...

Very sweet.

Zhou Tingsi's eyes darkened, the tip of his tongue licked the sharp canine teeth that appeared due to a physiological reaction, and he pursed his lips and got up.

Jiang Zhi just opened the door and came in. Seeing that Zhou Tingsi seemed to be leaving, he hurriedly asked, "Hey? Brother Si, are you leaving now? Don't play any more?"

"No, I'll go to the bathroom and you guys can play."

Zhou Tingsi nodded slightly to Jiang Zhi.

Jiang Zhi immediately opened the door further sideways, watched Zhou Tingsi go out with his own eyes, touched his head and closed the door again.

The rest stared at the door with weird expressions.

"What are you looking at? Go ahead and play your game."

Jiang Zhi took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one, and just as he was about to hold it, someone came over to light it.

The ignition boy tentatively asked: "Well, Brother Jiang, who is that Brother Si? A few times ago you brought it out and didn't feel embarrassed to ask, what kind of identity is worthy of your treatment like this?"

"Hey." Jiang Zhi exhaled smoke, squinted, cynical and disdainful: "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

The boy was sensible and consciously returned to the booth.

A group of people stared blankly, but after five or six minutes, the fire was turned on again, and the temperature in the box gradually increased.

……

The corridors of the clubhouse are designed like a maze.

Ning Yan turned around twice, and finally bumped into An Yi who came out to look for her.

With neat bangs and big eyes, she looks soft, but her personality is like a little sun, bluffing.

"Xiao Yan! I have found you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I mistyped the number of the box."

When An Yi saw her, his eyes lit up, and he trotted up to hug Ning Yan's arm, pouted his lips and begged for forgiveness.

"What's wrong with your arm?" Seeing the wound on Ning Yan's arm, An Yi was a little surprised, and consciously lowered her hand.

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched it." Ning Yan shook her head with a smile, and handed over the gift, "Here, here it is for you."

An Yi's eyes were even more crooked, and he happily accepted the gift, and walked to the private room while holding Ning Yan's arm, chatting.

Most of them were gossip among classmates, who fell in love with whom, and who broke up with whom. Ning Yan smiled and listened, and responded in a timely manner.

By the time I entered the box, the song inside had changed from "I'll Love You When I Die" on the phone to "I Can't Be Hurt".

A tall boy in the middle held two microphones each, standing in front of the screen singing heartbreakingly, while three or four students-like men and women sat in the back seat, covering their ears for love.

"Wang Yao! How many times have I told you that today is my birthday! It's not your breakup meeting, can you make two more festive songs!"

An Yi went to snatch the microphone from the opponent's hand while he was talking, Wang Yao made a false move, turned around and almost bumped into Ning Yan.

Ning Yan quickly reached out to help.

Wang Yao had a hippie smile on his face, and he was not embarrassed when he saw Ning Yan behind him, instead he laughed: "Ning Yan, you are here, just take care of her, she will bully me all day long!"

Wang Yao is their classmate, and An Yi not only lives upstairs and downstairs at home, but also at the front and back desks in the class, and the two of them usually bicker.

"You put pei!" An Yi gave Wang Yao a middle finger, pulled Ning Yan over and led her to the seat, "Xiao Yan, let's not play with him, I'll show you who he is."

The people sitting in the back are all students of No. [-] Middle School, but they are not in the same class as them. According to An Yi, they were classmates who were promoted together in the previous junior high school and had a good relationship.

Now when they saw Ning Yan, they all smiled and said hello.

Ning Yan sat down, several girls chatted and laughed together, one of them stared at her face for a long time, couldn't help sighing.

"God, I only saw your photo in the ranking list of the grade monthly exam before. The real person looks better than the photo. You are a beautiful schoolboy~"

The girl was about to reach out her hand while talking, but was quickly held down by An Yi's two paws, and hummed softly from her nose.

"Don't think that I don't know what you're paying attention to. Our small smoke is straight, and the claws are retracted."

The girl blinked at Ning Yan, but reluctantly withdrew her hand.

Ning Yan wanted to laugh a little. Although she had some memories in her mind, she didn't expect her classmates to be quite fun.

Everyone sat and chatted for a while, and then the cake was cut. Ning Yan got the microphone and was forced to sing two more songs, which instantly caused several people to scream up to the sky.

Who can tell them why some people are good-looking, have a good temper, and have good academic performance, and now they even sing so well!

Ning Yan couldn't stand the rainbow farts of these people, and in order to avoid revealing her secrets, she spent the rest of the time listening to them, and she rarely interrupted.

When it was almost over, Wang Yao went to the bathroom, and when he came back, he was flustered with a mysterious expression on his face.

"Guess what I saw?"

"what?"

"Police!" Wang Yao patted the table, "Guess what, I just went to the bathroom, and when I came back, I saw a circle of policemen around Box 1212, saying that someone had reported gathering for promiscuity."

Several people stared wide-eyed, "I'll go! And this thing!"

"Why am I lying to you! Go see for yourself if you don't believe me!" Wang Yao spread his hands.

"Let's go, let's go and join in the fun. I haven't seen such a scene when I grow up."

It was already time, so everyone packed up their things and prepared to go out.

Ning Yan curled her lips slightly, she seemed much calmer compared to their curiosity.

Because she was the one who reported the police.

She took out her phone and checked the time, but it was later than she expected.

After all, the students in the school were very curious about this kind of thing that they had only seen in the news, and they left the box in groups.

When they passed by 1212, it was almost done. They missed the excitement and simply took the elevator downstairs.

As a result, in the hall, I saw a row of people squatting in the corner, and a policeman registered one by one with a booklet.

The manager of the clubhouse at the side didn't raise his head all night, and kept nodding his head to apologize.

Ning Yan counted the number of people, and besides a few familiar faces in 1212, there were also quite a few strangers, presumably they searched the clubhouse all over.

It's just that there is no Zhou Tingsi inside, which makes Ning Yan feel a little pity.

It would be quite funny to think that Zhou Tingsi's face could be held down on the ground and scolded.