After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

At 9:30 in the evening, Rong Yu came to the bar after not having a date for a long time.

He had already met Yan Dong twice in the bar he usually went to, and tonight he specially chose this bar he didn't often go to.

Sitting on a high stool with a casual attitude, his legs crossed casually, he looked around and saw the friend he met two months ago.

The other party happened to notice him, winked at him charmingly, and then walked over with a glass of wine from the bar.

"Master Chi, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

Rong Yu responded perfunctorily, raised his glass and clinked it with her, and poured half a glass of whiskey with ice into his mouth.

After the woman finished her drink, she bent slightly and came closer to him. The career line on her chest was plump and charming: "Master Chi, do you have a date tonight?"

Rong Yu put down his cup, lit a cigarette and took a puff between his fingers. After a long while, he said, "Don't call me Mr. Chi anymore."

The woman smiled charmingly, her red lips were close to his ear, and she asked with a clear breath: "Then what should I call you?"

Rong Yu turned sideways: "I have changed my surname to Rong, please call me Young Master Rong from now on."

"Okay, Master Rong." The woman quickly changed her words and repeated her previous words ambiguously: "Master Rong, do you have an appointment tonight?"

During this period, every time Rong Yu made an appointment with someone to prepare for in-depth communication, the face of a certain bastard would always appear in his mind subconsciously, and then his little brother would suddenly stop playing for no apparent reason.

After being made sexless by a certain bastard, he stayed at home to cultivate himself for a month. When he went out tonight and met his ex-partner, he had no reason to refuse.

"Let's go."

Rong Yu jumped off the high stool, put his arm around the woman's shoulders very naturally, and the two of them walked towards the door together.

The purpose is very clear, the five-star hotel opposite.

Just as he left the door, Rong Yu was stopped by someone.

——It’s Song Yandong.

The man was wearing a black casual jacket, a light-colored T-shirt underneath, and black overalls. His iconic long legs were as eye-catching as ever.

After not seeing each other for more than a month, the man had not changed much. When he looked at him, a gentle smile appeared on his tough face.

"Xiaoyu, long time no see."

"!!!"

I really forgot to look at the almanac when I went out. I thought I wouldn't encounter the bastard if I changed to another bar, but I didn't expect to encounter him anyway.

Rong Yu was about to ask, "Are you following me?" when the man's eyes were firmly fixed on the woman in his arms: "Who is she?"

The woman was so frightened by the stare that she subconsciously shrank into Rong Yu's arms. Song Yandong's face was instantly covered with a layer of frost: "Xiao Yu, who is she?"

Hearing his voice that suddenly turned several degrees colder, Rong Yu felt a little frightened, but he still said bravely: "Can't you see the person I am spending the night with tonight?"

"So, are you going to book a room at the hotel opposite?" Song Yandong spoke again.

Rong Yu plucked up the courage and looked at him provocatively: "Yeah, what, do you have any objections?"

"No objection, how could I have any objection?"

Song Yandong suddenly laughed, and the smile looked particularly scary on his face.

The woman was keenly aware that the atmosphere was not good, and felt that it was better for her to escape quickly: "Young Master Rong, I suddenly have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"you……"

Before Rong Yu could say anything, the woman decisively broke away from his hand, quickly walked to the side of the road, hailed a taxi and left.

After being alone for a month, I finally made a date to see if I could revive my little brother's glory, but before I even got to the hotel, I was disturbed by the bastard.

Rong Yu was so angry that he glared at him.

"Being angry is not good for your health and makes you age easily, Xiaoyu."

Song Yandong's tone was soft, and he was completely different from before.

"It's none of your business, it's your business." Rong Yu said angrily, and then added: "I am young and in good health, unlike your face, which has been ruthlessly ruined by time. All the wrinkles on my face need to be repaired." This face can barely be seen after being ironed by an ironing machine. Instead of caring about me, you might as well care about yourself."

Everyone could tell that he was mocking Mr. Song Yandong.

Not only was the man not angry, but he raised his lips: "Are you caring about me, Xiaoyu? Thank you for your concern, Xiaoyu. Although I am ten years older than you, I am still young and have good physical strength."

Looking at the man's smiling face, Rong Yu was choked and speechless.

He took a deep breath and took steps to leave, but Song Yandong suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Where are you going?"

Feeling the warmth from the man's palm, Rong Yu's mind went blank for a moment. He struggled hard to get away, raised his eyes and glared at the man fiercely: "Let go!"

Song Yandong was unmoved and repeated the question just now: "Where are you going?"

"Go! Home!" Rong Yu gritted his teeth.

Song Yandong let go of him: "I'll give it to you."

Rong Yu knew that he would drink today, so he didn't drive here specifically, but he didn't want the man to send it to him, so he growled: "You don't need to send it to me, I don't want to go back now!"

The young master is furious again!

Why hadn't I noticed that the young master was so prone to hair loss before?

Song Yandong looked at his back as he returned to the bar, stood there and sighed helplessly.

Rong Yu walked to the booth and ordered a cocktail. As soon as he took a sip, he saw the man walking towards him. He immediately said fiercely: "What are you doing here?"

Song Yandong sat down next to him: "Drink with you."

Rong Yu frowned in disgust: "I'm drinking vigorously by myself, so I don't want you to accompany me."

Song Yandong glanced at the cocktail in his hand: "Want to drink the wine I mixed?"

Rong Yu's eyes lit up slightly when he heard this: "I want to drink the black-red wine you mixed last time, is that okay?"

Song Yandong paused slightly, then nodded lovingly: "Okay."

He got up and walked towards the bar, said a few words to the bartender, and the bartender immediately gave up his seat.

Rong Yu drank the cocktail in his hand while admiring Song Yandong's smooth and handsome movements.

Within a few minutes, the man pushed the goblet filled with black and red liquid in front of him: "This wine has a high alcohol content and is easily intoxicating. Don't drink it in one gulp like last time."

Remembering the last time he was anally fucked by a man when he was drunk, Rong Yu was obedient this time and did not drink it in one gulp, but slowly tasted it.

Song Yandong stared at him calmly for a moment: "You already have a romantic partner, why do you still have random dates outside?"

Rong Yu didn't react for a moment: "Who told you that I have a romantic partner?"

Song Yandong narrowed his eyes slightly: "You said it yourself when I sent you back last time. The other person was your classmate in college."