Professional dismantling

After dinner, Zhao Shumin took Zhao Yao to accompany her to watch the dog blood drama in the [-] o'clock building. Zhao Yao sat on the side and ate the fruit cut by Aunt Liu. Some didn't understand how a university professor who is still engaged in historical research would like to watch it. This kind of TV series that even junior high school students scoff at.

On the TV, a half-lying man with an unknown red liquid dripping from his face was being held tightly in the arms of an equally disheveled woman with long hair. The man felt uncomfortable just looking at it with his eyes wide open.Zhao Yao's hand that touched the watermelon paused, then changed direction and took a piece of cantaloupe.

"I remember this man died last night." Zhao Yao said after biting a cantaloupe.

Zhao's mother stared at the TV screen without blinking, "The one who died last night was his brother, twins, who looked the same."

...The current screenwriters really have big brains. Zhao Yao glanced at the watch on the bowl, and then turned his gaze to the TV helplessly. When he came out, seeing the painful and angry expression on his face, Zhao Yao silently lit a stick of wax for the dedicated actor, and the filming went smoothly. I would want to die if I was tied around the neck like this.

"Finally died, and I feel bad for him." Zhao Yao stretched out his hand and slipped a bunch of grapes, "I'll have a younger brother tomorrow, right? Triplets."

Zhao Ma turned her head and looked at him like an idiot, and taught earnestly, "Although the performance of TV dramas is a bit exaggerated, there is still a logic. You can't make the audience feel too stupid."

Not crazy enough?Zhao Yao almost answered the words, but his mother's posture was about to change from humanities and art education to life.

He also wanted to say that he was the most illogical one sitting in front of you and watching a stupid drama with you, but he held back.

"Mom, I suddenly feel so sleepy, why don't you watch it by yourself first?"

Zhao Yao couldn't bear it any longer, he felt flustered when he put something on his mind, he poked the bottom of the plate of fruit and didn't see anything.

"I've wanted to leave for a long time, but my buttocks are like springs, so I can't sit still. Go, go."

Zhao Shumin waved at him impatiently, "It's getting late, you...Xiaoyin is going out?"

Zhao Yao turned around and just in time saw Qin Yin coming down the stairs, but he was not wearing the suit in the afternoon but a camel-colored windbreaker that was particularly slim, which covered up that rigorous temperament quite a bit.

If you go out dressed like this at night, it's either a date or a date...

"Well, you should go to bed early." Qin Yin didn't say much, took the car keys and went out directly.

Zhao Yao thought for a while and turned to his mother, "Qin Yin often goes out in the middle of the night?"

"Do you go out frequently?" Zhao Mabai continued to stare at the TV, "He also goes out to socialize, unlike you, he is not in good shape all day long."

Well, Zhao Yao's image in front of his mother is probably very difficult to come back to. He slid off the sofa and went upstairs with his slippers on, and threw himself into the big soft bed, closing his eyes and thinking about the problems that lingered in his mind.

In another day, I have to go to work at the magazine, but he has no idea about that shitty interview. I asked him to be a web designer to do the layout of the manuscript. If he can do it well, he will become a real god.

He scratched the thorns on his head irritably, how can he avoid this thorn without knowing it and make his life less troublesome in the future?

There was the sound of a car starting downstairs, and he didn't know which muscle was in the wrong place. He got up from the bed and rushed to the window, opened a curtain and looked out, just in time to see Qin Yin looking at his car. The Maybach drove out of the garage.

Zhao Yao's eyes were fixed on the blue Volvo in the garage, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The problem that had been troubling him all day finally found a good solution.

The sound of the TV downstairs was still on. Zhao Yao checked the time and guessed that there would be half an episode until Zhao Shumin would go back to her room to sleep. Qin Liming hadn't come out of the study since he had dinner.

In fact, he could go out as generously as Qin Yin, but Zhao Shumin's nagging was still lingering in his ears. He hadn't gotten along with a creature like his mother since he was a child. Hearing her nagging felt a little annoying, but What's more, he didn't want her to worry.

But what he has to do now is to make her worry.

At 10:30, Zhao Yao lay at the door and listened to the movement downstairs. Zhao Shumin turned off the TV on time and went upstairs. Both her and Qin Liming’s rooms were on the third floor. Zhao Yao came to the stairs lightly and heard Only after the door closed did he tiptoe back to his room, took the car keys and money and went downstairs.

Aunt Liu was packing up the fruit plate on the table and going to the kitchen to wash it. Seeing that he was fully dressed, she thought she was hungry again, and was about to ask him what he wanted. Zhao Yao first put a finger on his lips and made a silent motion .

He cautiously turned his head to look upstairs, then turned his head and said in a low voice: "I'm going out for a while, when my mother asked, she said that Qin Yin drank too much, and asked me to pick him up."

Aunt Liu saw that she was an honest person, and hurriedly said, "Then I'll make some hangover soup first."

"Ah? Ah... let's make it work, let's make it last longer." Zhao Yao said as he walked out, "You can rest when you're done, we may be back when."

He ran into the garage and saw the brand new Volvo at a glance. He rubbed his hands and let out a hard breath, and he died.

As a family member who has not touched the steering wheel for four years, Zhao Yao's heart is not ordinary, he can clearly feel the panic when sitting in the driver's seat, and when he thinks of what he is going to do next Some are soft-handed and soft-footed.

He held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, stared at the front with both eyes, closed his eyes as if he had made some kind of determination, then let out a long breath, stepped on the accelerator, and the blue Volvo With a roar, he rushed out of the garage.

Fortunately, the villa area has this advantage. The lights are bright and the roads are wide and there are few people. He shook his hands and drove out of the Grand Hyatt without any burden.

Zhao Yao looked up at the green light and did not drive any further. The reason why he lied to Aunt Liu was just to get out of the house. He slowed down to [-] mph and turned his head to look back to make sure. You can rest assured that no one is chasing after you.

He drove slowly and tried to be safe, until he reached the stop line and waited for the red light. In the afternoon, Cao Wenjun complained that the red light was about 3 minutes long, and he waited twice before driving over.

From the co-pilot, he touched the mobile phone to Baidu, called up the navigation, and the destination was 1573.

By the time Zhao Ma finished the call and went upstairs, he had already checked it out. 1573 is the most famous bar in the city. Anyway, he was going out for entertainment, so why not find a high-end bar.

He drove the car to the entrance of 1573 without any risk. Zhao Yao didn't park the car in the special parking lot of the bar, but drove forward and parked outside a bank.

Zhao Yao sat inside and fiddled for a long time but didn't let the car go in. The old man who collected the parking fee couldn't see it, so he personally squeezed the Volvo into the middle of the two big cars.

Zhao Yao thanked him with a smile, took the card and went to the bar.

The location of 1573 is a bit different from other bars. After observing it, Zhao Yao found that besides two KTVs, it can be regarded as a snack street.I think the boss is quite different, even the name is so different.

Zhao Yao stood at the door and looked up. Four Arabic numerals were shining with lights of different colors. They were arranged vertically. Below the numerals was an oversized circular arch with various neon lights flashing around the arch. The decoration style was borrowed from spy wars. The Night Shanghai Paramount and the like in the film.

The difference was that there was no doorman to greet him outside the door, so Zhao Yao had to push the door in by himself. The handle was a little cold to the touch, Zhao Yao looked down and saw that the copper-colored iron handle was still carved.

The style is quite high.

Zhao Yao pushed the door open and was instantly infected by the dim atmosphere. A waiter carrying a tray walked past him and asked with a smile, "Who are you, sir?"

Zhao Yao smiled, glanced past him at the booths and tables, and finally settled on the bar, raised his finger and shook at the waiter, "I'm the only one, just find a place to sit."

The waiter smiled and didn't answer, and went to the opposite booth with the tray.

The bar counter is the place with the widest view in the bar, and it is also the best location for Lieyan. Zhao Yao sat on the high chair, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, "Whiskey with ice, thank you."

Zhao Yao took the wine glass and took a sip. Looking at the brown liquid inside, he couldn't help sighing again. In the past, his income was poor and he didn't have a fixed partner, but he recruited many students with this wine. But no longer care about how many drinks you can drink with the money in your pocket, and whether your companions around you will dislike you.

Speaking of companions, Zhao Yao felt that drinking alone was meaningless again. He held the bar and turned around half a circle to look around, just in time a tall woman walked towards him.

He frowned and turned around, the woman came to him indifferently, touched him with her wine glass, "Handsome guy, alone?"

Zhao Yao has had some headaches since he came here, and the headache is even worse when he thinks that he may deal with Qin Yin's different girlfriends in the future, and now he can even run into this problem when he goes out for a drink.

He drank all the wine in the glass in a irritated gulp, then looked up at the woman expressionlessly, "I'm not interested in women."

The woman pursed her lips and walked away holding the wine glass without being surprised at all. Zhao Yao raised his eyebrows at her attitude, pushed the glass forward and asked the bartender for another glass.

When his fingers touched the wine glass that the bartender pushed over, he was cut off halfway. Zhao Yao raised his eyes in surprise, and a man with a suit and leather shoes was standing in front of him, holding his wine in his hand, "Young man People are not suitable for drinking such strong wine." The man raised his glass and smelled it.

Zhao Yao is not very interested. Although this person is very ordinary, he looks good. He has always been resistant to long legs. It would be good if he could have some fun before getting down to business.

But the person in front of him, whether it's expression or language, shows one thing, love him.

Zhao Yao raised his eyes amusedly, the market has started to go downhill here.