Divorced, still making trouble?

Loud voices and explosive rock music filled the surroundings, and young men and women writhed crazily on the dance floor with indulgent smiles on their faces.

Qiu Ye sat at the bar, drinking one cup after another with a cold face.

After saying those hurtful words, he left Ji Mingzhe, left the former office building of Mingyuan Group, and came to the bar alone.

At this moment, he didn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Only the most incompetent and useless people would use such vicious language to hurt others.

So trash.

Qiu Ye evaluated himself in his heart, then raised his head and took another sip of wine.

The spicy liquid rolled down his throat and burned all the way into his stomach. Qiu Ye covered his mouth, coughed twice, and then wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"One more drink." He pushed the glass over and said to the bartender behind the bar.

The bartender is a very beautiful woman. She took Qiu Ye's glass, filled it with ice cubes, filled it up and handed it to him, then looked at his red eyes and smiled, "Is Young Master Qiu tonight?" Bad mood?"

Qiu Ye hooked his lips and hummed.

"You should drink less wine then," the beauty said with a smile, "It's even more worrying to use wine to drown your sorrows."

Qiu Ye raised his index finger to his lips and hissed.

The beautiful bartender smiled, and stopped persuading him, and went to greet other guests instead.

Qiu Ye downed another whole glass of wine, he just wanted to get drunk tonight and leave all the fucking reality for tomorrow.

"Yo, Young Master Qiu?" Someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Qiu Ye turned his head and saw four or five young people standing behind him.

"Are you drinking here alone?" A young man looked him up and down and asked.

Qiu Ye hummed.

"Then do you want to go upstairs? I remember Qiu Shao, you don't like such a noisy atmosphere."

This group of people are a few dandies that Qiu Ye hangs around with on weekdays, he was indeed given a headache by the noise of rock music in the bar, so he followed them upstairs.

There is a private room on the second floor of the bar, where you can sing, watch movies and have a party.

After Qiu Ye went in, he found a sofa and sat down, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"Young Master Qiu, what are you drinking?" Someone asked.

"It's white." Qiu Ye said.

"So fierce?" The man smiled and ordered a high-alcohol bar special.

After the wine was served, everyone chatted, but there is nothing new in the circle these days, the only thing is Mingyuan Group.

The young people present looked at each other, and then all looked at Qiu Ye, and said, "Young Master Qiu, how is your family going? Is there any need for help?"

Qiu Ye was pinching his brows with his hand, but he was a little irritable when he heard that he had already drank a little too much, and when he came up with these people, he forgot about the mess in his family.

When asked at this moment, although he didn't want to answer, but the other party's tone was concerned, he still said, "It's all settled, there is nothing I need to help with, thank you."

"I heard that Mingyuan Group lost a lot of money, and finally mortgaged the office building and several pieces of land?" Someone said.

"Really? Is the house that Young Master Qiu lives in now his own? If it is confiscated, I have a house here that I can give to Young Master Qiu." Another person continued.

"No, thank you." Qiu Ye said.

"Don't be so polite, Young Master Qiu, that house is just my money to raise a starlet, and if you have no money, I can also give it to you, the pocket money my father gave me, I will open two bottles of wine less , Squeeze a little from the gap between your teeth, it's enough to feed you."

"Haha, yes," someone immediately echoed, "If you can't afford it, we all get together, and Qiu Shao won't be hungry anymore."

Hearing what they said, Qiu Ye quietly opened his eyes. Although he was paralyzed by the alcohol, he also realized at this moment——

It was false that the other party invited him to drink, and the purpose was to ridicule and sarcasm.

Qiu Ye recalled that he had seen them playing tricks like this before, but he never thought that one day he would become the object of these people's fun.

The hostility in his heart began to boil again, but Qiu Ye didn't show much on his face, he just curled his lips and smiled, "Then how long can you keep me?"

While talking, Qiu Ye leaned back on the sofa, his Adam's apple slid up and down, his chin and neck drew a beautiful and sharp line, and two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his delicate and sexy collarbone.

A young man with a stud on his left ear looked at him, swallowed his saliva, got up and sat next to him, his salivating gaze was undisguised.

"Baby," he touched Qiu Ye's face and smiled, "I can give you a villa, but I just need you to bring something in exchange."

Qiu Ye didn't respond to the change of address, he just followed his words and asked, "What?"

Seeing that he was so knowledgeable about current affairs, the man's eyes suddenly became a little interested and a little greedy. He touched Qiu Ye's waist vaguely and said, "Of course it's you, baby. You have nothing now, only Come and exchange it yourself."

"That's it, that's fine." Qiu Ye said after a moment of silence.

Hearing his promise, everyone was a little surprised at once, and then contemptuous expressions appeared in their eyes.

"I thought Young Master Qiu was so hard to crack, and he seems like a cheap bone." Someone couldn't help but sneered.

Compared with other wealthy second generations who were still under the control of their parents, Qiu Ye, who had accepted his own company early, had always had a high status among them, and no one dared to speak like that on weekdays.

Now that Mingyuan Group is bankrupt, these people, apart from gloating, want to crush his dignity.

But I didn't expect Qiu Ye to give up the bottom line so quickly, and everyone suddenly lost interest.

"I remember there is no surveillance here." Qiu Ye said suddenly.

"No," someone replied subconsciously.

"That's good," Qiu Ye said as he pushed away the young man beside him and stood up. Before everyone could react, the next second, the person closest to him was thrown to the ground by a beautiful over-the-shoulder swing.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Ye kicked away the moaning and groaning people lying on the ground, and walked out of the private room slowly carrying his coat.

After beating someone to vent, the hostility in his heart finally eased a bit, but he didn't want to go home.

Qiu Ye stood on the street, lit a cigarette for himself, and then called a taxi to another gay bar that was quieter.

However, after not sitting for long, he also met acquaintances here and here.

When Si Le saw Qiu Ye, his eyes lit up immediately. He walked over and patted Qiu Ye on the shoulder, and then called mischievously, "Senior!"

Qiu Ye raised his head, and Si Le couldn't help being taken aback when he saw his appearance, "Senior, what's wrong with you? You look so haggard!"

"So obvious?" Qiu Ye smiled, but didn't explain much, just drank the wine in the glass slowly.

Si Le was very good at observing words and expressions. He keenly sensed that Qiu Ye was in a bad mood, so he didn't ask any questions, but sat down in the chair opposite him and quietly accompanied him.

Slowly, more and more empty wine bottles were placed on the table. Si Le watched Qiu Ye drink more and more slowly, and finally lay down on the table.

"Senior?" Si Le touched the back of Qiu Ye's hand and called out tentatively, but Qiu Ye seemed to be drunk and remained motionless.

Suddenly Qiu Ye's phone rang, and the man lying on the table finally moved his arms, frowning, took out the phone from his pocket, and tapped to answer.

"Where are you?" Ji Mingzhe asked on the other end of the phone.

Qiu Ye didn't answer, he seemed to have forgotten that there was another person beside him, and said after a long silence, "Those people said that I have nothing."

Ji Mingzhe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, pursing his lips tightly.

Qiu Ye laughed, he said, "They are wrong, I have you," but then his voice dropped again, "But I don't want you, Ji Mingzhe."