3 Bay Street

The club was full of smog.

But this box is obviously unusual. The general manager of the club personally brought the selected boys and girls in with drinks.

Han Ning sat in the middle, holding a cigarette in his hand, propping his head wearily.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?" The general manager scolded a boy, "Sprinkling a glass of these wines will pay you a few months' wages, and you don't even have snacks!"

Han Ning looked up, oh, that one looks a bit like An Chen.

Seeing Han Ning looking at him, the boy immediately lowered his head.

The general manager also noticed Han Ning's gaze, and quickly apologized with a smile: "This kid is so clumsy that he almost spilled the drink. Don't mind Mr. Han."

Han Ning nodded lightly.

The general manager rolled his eyes and pushed the boy again: "Why don't you serve the wine to Mr. Han?"

The boy took the drink and sat beside Han Ning.

Han Ning tilted his head and asked him, "What's your name?"

The boy was surprised and delighted and said, "My name is Liu Yu."

Han Ning didn't say anything more.

After a round of eating, drinking and playing, the group of bosses went back to the room with their favorite boys and girls in their arms. The general manager gave Liu Yu a good look and told Liu Yu to enter Han Ning's room with tea.

Liu Yu had obviously taken a bath, wearing a translucent white nightgown, with wet eyes, and a handsome face, he walked to Han Ning with tea.

Han Ning was sitting on the sofa by the window and was answering the phone. Liu Yu put the tea on the low table, then half-kneeled in front of him, raised his head, and looked at Han Ning with a docile and deliberately trained obsequiousness. Ning, with a bit of fascination in her eyes.

The call was from An Chen.

An Chen rarely took the initiative to call him, but made an exception today, and Han Ning knew the reason.

"Fourth Uncle, when are you coming back?" An Chen on the other side of the phone only asked him this question, and it was obvious that his voice was cautious.

Han Ning was silent for a moment, then whispered: "I won't go back tonight."

Liu Yu, who was kneeling in front of him, understood what Han Ning meant after hearing this.

He reached out and untied the belt of his nightgown, and suddenly a young, fair body appeared in front of Han Ning.

"Okay." The voice on the other side of the phone seemed a little choked up.

Han Ning hesitated for a while, and said to him softly and softly, "Happy birthday, Chen."

The phone was hung up quickly.

An Chen sat at the dining table, staring coldly at the cake delivered by Lin Butler in the evening.

He asked Butler Lin, and he knew that Han Ning was not busy at work today, and he had no entertainment at night, so he left the company on time at six o'clock in the afternoon.

Apart from No. 3 Bay Street, Han Ning doesn't like to deal with real estate elsewhere.

If he doesn't come back to live, where will he spend the night?

An Chen was not naive, and then he restrained himself from thinking too deeply, and gritted his teeth in order not to let himself cry.

He has always been able to bear it, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the tears in his eyes really did not come down abruptly.

Liu Yu reached out to untie Han Ning's belt, but Han Ning stopped him.

Liu Yu raised his head in confusion.

"Feel sorry."

Han Ning only said this to him, and left the room leaning on crutches.

At midnight, the bay was dark and silent.

A light was still burning in one of the windows of the white house not far away.

Han Ning knew that it was An Chen's room.

Back then, An Chen chose a room close to the sea, where he could see the bay when he opened the window.

Hearing the knock on the door, An Chen still couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry, Chen," Han Ning looked at his watch. It was 11:40, before dawn, and he smiled happily, "Happy birthday."

Affected by his joyful voice, An Chen, who was originally depressed, also smiled: "Where's the gift?"

Han Ning prepared a gift very early, he turned to go to the bedroom to get it, An Chen reached out and grabbed his arm.

"I have a gift I want."

Han Ning turned to look at him: "What do you want?"

An Chen leaned over and kissed his face.

"Your kiss."