love you

The neon lights are flickering, and the lights are on.

in the clubhouse.

"Manager, this is different from what you said before."

Wearing a suit and uniform, the handsome-looking man said in astonishment.

"Tsk!" The manager said impatiently: "What's the difference? Huh? Letting you drink with you doesn't mean you're selling yourself, and you don't need to be a performer. It's just opening wine bottles for guests, drinking with them, and being responsible for stirring up the atmosphere." Do you understand?"

Jiang Qi: "..."

He shouldn't have believed the leaflet [Recruiting bottle-opening boys for 10000/month]!

"Here is the real prostitute, Andre!" Jiang Qi pointed at the manager, and Jiang Qi looked over.

A boy with scantily dressed clothes who looked about 18 or 19 years old came over. With Jiang Qi's eyesight of 1.0, he clearly saw a zipper directly behind Mr. Andre's trousers.

Jiang Qi: "..." Oh! Holy shit!

Andre looked Jiang Qi up and down, looked at his face, and said with a cold snort, "Hmph, are you robbing me of business?"

Jiang Qi: "..."

"No! He's just here to accompany the drink." The manager pulled Andre into the public relations team, "This time, the guests only need men, not women, so be smart and order more wine! The commission is huge. yes!"

Andre walked in front of Jiang Qi, full of hostility: "Your face, you really didn't come to compete with me for business?"

Jiang Qi rolled his eyes in his heart, and glanced at him lightly: "I'm not interested in your business."

"Hmph, that's the best way."

As soon as he entered the box, Jiang Qi regretted it. He paused and even wanted to go back, but was pushed forward by the people behind him.

He closed his eyes tightly, feeling a scorching gaze firmly locked on him.

There are thousands of embarrassments in the world, and Jiang Qi felt that he had encountered the god-level embarrassment at the top of the pyramid—meeting his ex-boyfriend while drinking with him.

The man sitting on the sofa has his legs slightly open, with a burning cigarette between his fingertips, and his broad shoulders leaning comfortably on the sofa. This sitting posture inexplicably gives people a strong sense of oppression, and the dim light makes him One can only see the outline of his face.

Ming Zheng couldn't believe his eyes. From the dark place, he stared fixedly at Jiang Qi with a calm face. He squeezed the cigarette with his hand so hard that it broke.

"Mr. Ming, how are you? Are you still in the mood?" A middle-aged man next to Mingzheng asked attentively. He only got the news that Zheng likes men through some tricks. This time it must be right.

Ming Zheng's heart and eyes were full of Jiang Qi in front of him, and he didn't listen to what the middle-aged man was saying. He stretched out his index finger, ticked in Jiang Qi's direction, and said in a low voice, "You, come here."

Jiang Qi's eyes were indifferent. After all, he had been with him intimately. He knew that Mingzheng's calmness was not calm, and his voice was full of anger.

He walked over naturally, looked at Ming Zheng as if he didn't know this person, picked up the corkscrew and was about to open the wine, but his hand was suddenly grabbed.

As soon as Ming Zheng grasped his wrist, he stood up slowly, staring at him with deep eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Jiang Qi, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Qi frowned, broke free from his grasp, curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Can't you see? Accompany the wine!"

"Tch!" Ming Zheng was so angry that he pinched his fingers, and he sneered, as if spitting out every single word from his teeth: "Accompanying wine...why not?"

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Qi could answer, Ming Zheng pinched his cheeks forcefully, forcing him to open his mouth, bowed his head and kissed him.

Gasps sounded all around.

Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes, pushed him away, and punched him with a backhand with such force that he deflected Ming Zheng's face.

"Ah! What are you doing?!"

"How dare you beat Mr. Ming! I'll tell you when you're done!"

Ming Zheng was also stunned by the punch. He pressed his tongue against the inside of the cheek that was hit, and tasted a bit of rusty smell.

Jiang Qi stood where he was, clenched his fingers, not knowing how to end it.

When Andre looked at the situation, his eyes rolled around, and he rushed forward and punched Jiang Qi, "I told you to hit Mr. Ming, are you still educated!"

Jiang Qi was caught off guard, unable to dodge in time, and his cheek was rubbed lightly with force.

Andre still wanted to rush up to punch him, but Mingzheng grabbed him quickly, and shouted in a stern voice: "Who will allow you to hit him?"

Andre was scared back by the roar, and said tremblingly: "Mr. Ming, he beat you, so I..."

Mingzheng shook off his hand, wiped it in disgust, stared at Andre who was lying on the wine bottle in dismay, and said, "He hit me, it's none of your business! Get out!"

Jiang Qi frowned, turned around and was about to go out.

Mingzheng hastily stretched out his hand to grab him: "I told him to go away, not you!"

Jiang Qi raised his head and glared at him: "Can't I just get lost?"

"..." Ming Zheng choked, watched him turn and go out, hesitated for a moment and followed.