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The young man seated next to him had long golden brown curly hair and lake-blue eyes. He smiled with peach blossoms, looking forward to him.

That crappy Chinese has a French accent. If I guess correctly, this should be a French friend. At least judging from the tone of the speech, the attitude is still friendly.

Ke Vince frowned unfriendly.

It's hard for him to be single until now, and he is still a straight man, but he realized this man's intentions at the first time.

It's really that the eyes are too unscrupulous, and the bar chairs are close together, this man actually rubbed his leg against him, such an explicit hint means that if Vince can't taste it again, his life will be in vain.

"Sorry, thanks." He pushed the glass back.

The man was not annoyed either, and asked with a smile, "You can speak French?"

Before Vince could speak again, the man blinked and said in a low voice, "Don't rush to refuse, you seem to have no experience, I have good skills, I promise to make you comfortable..."

Vince: ...

As expected of the capital, you can meet a gay casually, and they are so straight to the point.

In all fairness, the man isn't bad looking, but it's a pity that Vince doesn't like that.

Adhering to the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less when going out, Vince thought about the reason beforehand, so he replied in a low voice, "Sir, you misunderstood me, I am not... an inside...you know, and I don't get rewarded for nothing." , so I can't accept your wine, sorry."

The man raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you? Oh, sorry, I misunderstood, then it's okay to talk about the relationship first. I'm not so anxious to make friends. The main thing is that your conditions have indeed attracted me."

Vince choked for a moment, and realized that there was a gap in understanding between the two, so he simply said, "I'm not gay."

The man's lake-blue eyes widened in surprise, "Aren't you gay?"

"No." Vince said firmly and earnestly, did he look like one?And what was the "no" he understood for the first time just now?Isn't that gay?

"Tsk, what a disappointment, why did you come here..."

The man turned around annoyed, as if he was still a little angry and ashamed, and before Vince could ask again, he had already walked away resentfully with his wine in his hand.

Vince saw him sitting back at the table next to the wall and said something loudly to his friend, but the surrounding noise could not be heard clearly, but the person sitting opposite him was very tall, half leaning on the sofa seat at the moment, A pair of long legs overlap randomly in front, which is very eye-catching.

The lights in the room are flickering, men and women are soft, only the shoulders of that person are always tough, and the back view alone seems out of place with the surrounding environment.

Birds of a feather flock together, there is a high probability that he is also gay.

Vince was prejudiced by the Frenchman, everyone looked gay, he was also very disappointed, shook his head, thinking to himself what the last sentence meant? Is there something wrong with "here"?

Just as he was about to bring the cup to his mouth, Vince suddenly stopped.

He came to his senses a little bit, that person thought he was gay so casually, could this bar be gay?But there are obviously many female customers around!

When searching for reviews, pay attention to the popularity, Vince didn't pay attention to anything else, he was busy planning to click on the website and take a closer look at the introduction of this bar.

As soon as the phone was unlocked, the bartender came to him.

"Sir, would you like a refill?"

It turned out that the wine in the wine glass had already bottomed out, Vince lowered his head and swiped at the phone screen, and said casually, "Let's have some more..."

However, when scrolling down the profile of the bar, the originally relaxed and happy expression gradually changed.

Before he had time to digest a certain fact, Vince suddenly felt faint dizziness.

Like lightning, the front vision went dark for two seconds. Vince closed his eyes and opened them again. He saw the bartender looking at him with concern and asked, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Thinking that it was due to his reduced tolerance to alcohol, Vince shook his head, "I still don't want to refill the glass, your wine... has quite a lot of stamina."

The outline of the bartender in his eyes began to fade, and the double image gradually became two, three...

"You don't look very well. There is a rest room upstairs. Shall I ask someone to help you up?"

Just as Vince was about to decline, he turned around and wanted to get off the bar chair, but the bartender grabbed his arm, "Sir?".

The polite words stuck in his throat. In just a split second, Vince met the bartender's eyes, his heart trembled, he quickly covered his mouth, and said, "No, I'm going to vomit!"

As soon as the bartender hesitated, Vince immediately broke free, grabbed his phone and ran out of the bar quickly.

He didn't want to vomit, but he wanted to get out of here quickly.

But when I went out and faced the cold wind, I didn't feel clear minded. On the contrary, I became more top-heavy. Before I ran far, I couldn't support myself and leaned against the tree trunk beside the road.

Vince thought he could drink enough, but since he officially entered the circle, he rarely drank, because most of those drinking parties had various ulterior motives, and he didn't want to follow those motives.

So he lied at the beginning that he was allergic to alcohol, and then every time he was forced to drink a little wine, he went to the bathroom to put red dots on his neck, pretending to be really allergic, and it was logical that he could not drink too much , but also because of this, he was classified as worthless and unmotivated by the company, and the final result can be imagined.

Vince did not expect that a glass of low-alcohol fruit wine would make him what he is now. He was highly alert and knew that he could not accept alcohol from strangers in a place like a bar, but what he never expected was that the wine he ordered There might even be a problem!

Vince tried to unlock the phone, but accidentally dropped it on the floor with a shaking wrist.Just as he bent over to pick it up, a strong shot came from the side and knocked his phone down again.

"Sir, so you are here?"

The bartender smiled politely, his light-colored pupils shone with a chill in the increasingly cold air.

"It's snowing tonight, and if you sleep outside, you'll freeze to death."

Speaking of the word "death", he curled his lips treacherously, and stretched out his hand to Vince.

**

There were cars speeding by, a biting wind blowing against the curb, and even empty taxis, but none of them would stop.

On Christmas Eve near twelve o'clock, at the entrance of that "famous" bar, two men were pulling each other on the side of the road. Not only the driver, but even the passers-by would probably avoid this scene.

What's more, one of them was still wearing a bartender's uniform, looking very polite, as if he was just trying to persuade drunk customers.

The neon lights of the bar not far away were flickering, and the loud music covered everything. No one paid attention to what was happening at the dark crossing.

Vince felt himself getting more and more delirious, and a deep weakness spread from his toes and fingers, slowly spreading to his limbs, making him just want to slide to the ground.

What was even more frightening was that he couldn't yell, and his vocal cords could only make a weak sound.

Another private car came by, Vince went all out, gritted his teeth and rushed over to stop the car, but was still restrained by the bartender, watching the car brake briefly and then drive away.

"You brat, you still dare to run away!"

The bartender sternly threatened, Vince stared straight at the taillights of the car and went away, suddenly slammed his legs against the tree in front of him, leaned back, and knocked the bartender to the ground , elbow against the opponent's throat.

With this movement, the bartender's coat was pulled away, revealing the tattoo pattern on the lower corner of his neck, which was the dark leopard shape!

Vince's heart trembled, and he suddenly understood.

Fuck those three guys have already gone in, or he underestimated the gangster's intelligence ability too much!

The bartender raised his arms at the moment of his movement, and Vince quickly rolled to the side to avoid it, got up and ran desperately in the opposite direction.

The strong sense of crisis stimulated the potential in his body, and he ran towards the bright place desperately.

Damn, the phone dropped!Realizing that this kind of running will never last for a long time, and he must be no match for head-to-head confrontation, so he can only take a slant.

Come, come, come, as long as you come now...

Have!Just the one in front!

Vince didn't care about it, and rushed towards the shadow under the street lamp with his head down.

**

When Wen Li was in school, he was used to being a maverick, and there were very few people who could get close to him. Except for Yang Dongdong, who had been shy and fabricating relations with him, the only one left was the French James Rank.

Their friendship started when they didn't know each other, and later they became good buddies by accident, at least that's how James positioned it.

"Leadle, you're here now, why are you still showing such a bitter face, just showing your face, how many peach blossoms do I have to lose today!"

"If you want to fish for peach blossoms, you shouldn't take me with you."

James spread his hands, well, he already knew what kind of dead virtue this uncle is.

"Zhan, I'm going back to China tomorrow, and the next cooperation with Very..."

"I know, I know," James raised his hands in surrender, "Don't talk about work when you come out to play, okay?"

The last "Chengbu" was still in Chinese, with an awkward pronunciation with a crooked accent, earthy and foreign, and everyone around laughed when they heard it, but Wen Li was indifferent, still holding a wine glass like an ice sculpture.

James gave up and decided to entertain himself. Suddenly his wandering eyes lit up, and he couldn't help blowing a loud whistle.

"Excellent!" The old driver salivated and clapped his hands in praise. Wen Li, who was sitting across from him, frowned slightly and continued to drink without much interest.

James leaned down, put his elbows on his knees, rubbed his chin, and whispered excitedly, "Hey, there is a little beauty at the bar over there, do you think he is MB? Come here by yourself, Why don't you just sit in that corner and deliberately catch men?"

Wen Li declined to comment. He doesn't care about this.

But James said again, "It's rare to have an oriental face, tsk tsk, it doesn't look like MB, but I don't even bring a companion here, so I don't have a sense of self-protection. I am so warm-hearted, or Go and teach him."

James adjusted his clothes and swaggered past.

Hearing "Oriental faces", Wen Li was moved and looked sideways at the bar.

As soon as the fruit wine was mixed, the so-called oriental beauty nodded to the bartender, then picked up the glass, but did not drink it right away, but lifted the glass to eye level and shook it slightly.

Under the rainbow light, there was a grape purple solution, crystal clear, faintly swaying between the five fingers.

The beauty seemed to be staring at a certain point in the wine, because he was sitting in a dark place, and it was difficult to see his expression and specific appearance after hearing the ceremony. He could only see the gap between the light refraction of the bar when the wine was shaking. I vaguely saw those eyes, flickering slightly with the deep purple and light blue of the fruit wine.

So vaguely familiar?

It's a pity that before Wenli took a closer look, this quiet and beautiful picture was destroyed by someone who broke in suddenly.

James sat there, and the already dark corner only got darker.

Wen Li turned his head and stopped looking at what was happening over there.

I thought it would take a while to go, but I didn't expect James to come back after he drank two sips of wine, with an angry and extremely regretful look on his face, as if the fat in his mouth suddenly turned into pure lean meat, biting The kind that can't go down and can't let go of the mouth.

"MD is actually straight!"

Wen Li raised his eyebrows, didn't express his opinion, his daring flesh turned into a steel pipe, his teeth must have been crushed.

James drank up the big glass of wine, two funny blushes immediately appeared on his face, and he muttered slightly drunk, "It's rare to see a guy who doesn't want to lose his kidney... Damn, just forget it, it's too difficult Do it."

"Don't want to lose your kidney?"

"Hehe," James scratched his head and told the truth, "I don't just want to lose my kidney."

Wen Li said casually while drinking, "You just believe him when he says he is straight? Why don't you think it's an excuse to reject you?"

James' eyes widened suddenly, "You mean, he's crooked?"

Wen Li said, "Feeling."

"Damn!" James scolded, "Didn't you say you are 1%? Since when are there still gay people?"

"It's just for the bystanders," Wen Li stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Before entering the bathroom door, I heard a sound coming from a certain cubicle. It was not loud, but not small enough for everyone here to hear.

There was more than one Wen Li in the bathroom, and they all seemed to be familiar with it. When Wen Li was washing his hands in the sink, he heard someone talking about how the MB in the cubicle felt, and Wen Li frowned. After washing his hands, he went out.

Somehow, he remembered James' joke that "little beauty doesn't know how to protect herself".

When he came out, Wen Li didn't know what to think, and looked towards the direction of the bar. The corner seat was already empty, but he stretched his gaze, and he caught a glimpse of a figure running out of the door in a hurry. It seemed that he had been hit by the door frame. staggering.

The bartender came out from behind the bar, heard him say to the waiter, "That customer seems to be drunk, I'll go and see."

Wen Li sat back in his seat, James teased, "So fast?"

He's a regular at the bar, so obviously, knowing that Wen Li's trip to the bathroom might run into something good.

"As soon as you left, a handsome young man followed you in, did you meet him?"

This man's brain is full of some yellow crap.

Wen Li felt faintly irritable in his heart, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the coat next to him, didn't even drink the remaining two-thirds of the wine in the glass, stepped across the sofa with long legs, turned around and left.

James jumped, "Why do you want to leave suddenly? Even if you are not satisfied with that, you won't do it!"

Wen Li ignored him, James had no choice but to see that Wen Li was about to abduct him, so he picked up his cover and ran while cursing, "Hey, wait for me, you are really a man!"

The wind outside became even colder, and snow fell in mid-air. Wen Li's windbreaker was still open, and when he went out, he saw the two figures pushing and shoving by the side of the road tens of meters away.

One of them looks thin but has good skills. He knocked the other down twice, swayed a few times, and rushed towards this side.