False Young Master's Self-Strategy [Rebirth]

Aunt Zhang went upstairs with a dessert. This time, the dessert was a new product developed by Zheng Laiwenge.

As soon as she went upstairs, Aunt Zhang saw Wen Qian standing at Wen Zining's door with her pillow in her arms, her eyes downcast and her face gloomy.

The weather has gradually warmed up recently, but the temperature around Wen Qian is almost zero.

Seeing Wen Qian like this, Aunt Zhang almost thought it was Mr. Wen Haoxuan who came back.

"What's the matter?" Aunt Zhang stepped forward and asked concerned: "Did you quarrel?"

Wen Qian was taken aback for a moment, and withdrew his gloomy mood. He stepped aside and reached out to take the tray from Aunt Zhang's hand, "No, I did something wrong."

Aunt Zhang moved back the tray in her hand, waved her hand at Wen Qian, "Oh, what a big deal can happen between friends. You go back and wait for a while, Master Wen is in a better mood after eating sweets, and you can apologize later. "

There were three knocks on the door, and the door opened after a while, revealing Wen Zining's messy head.

His eyes were red, like a little rabbit who has been bullied all the time, and there was a cry in his voice when he spoke, "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong?"

"The company just brought over the dessert, what is it called ganache, and it comes out with lemon and pomegranate flavors," Aunt Zhang skillfully brought the tray in front of Wen Zining, half of the chocolate on the plate was illuminated by the light, like velvet There are still crimson and turquoise debris on the surface, "I heard that you must be very tired after the exam today, do you want to try it with Wen Qian?"

When Wen Zining heard the word Wen Qian, his body stiffened. He quickly put his hand on the door, and looked around behind Aunt Zhang, preparing to close the door and hide in his den as soon as he found Wen Qian.

It's just that he glanced around, and there was no one behind Aunt Zhang, obviously Wen Qian seemed to have left long ago.

Aunt Zhang also looked to the side, only to realize that Wen Qian left at some time.

"This child..." Aunt Zhang muttered softly, and then acted as if nothing happened, "Take a piece each and taste it, and I'll send the rest to Wen Qian."

Wen Zining stretched out his hand and wanted to snatch the entire tray, "Don't give it to him, I'm going to eat it all."

Aunt Zhang deliberately distorted the facts, "But just now I saw Wen Qian standing at your door, looking very sad."

Very, very sad?

Wen Zining's heart stabbed.

He vented most of the pressure in the room, and after returning to his senses, he also knew that he had done something wrong just now.

It's just that Wen Zining has never learned how to apologize for doing something wrong.

The president never needs to apologize, every wrong decision he makes will be filled with his own money, blood and tears.

But Wen Zining was in an environment where it was impossible to do wrong things, and someone would pay for everything for him.

Seeing Wen Zining's regretful expression, Aunt Zhang smiled, "Why don't Master Wen deliver it for you? I have to tidy up the living room after I'm done with work here and prepare things for tomorrow."

Wen Zining paused, then stared blankly at Aunt Zhang, "Huh?"

Aunt Zhang smiled all over her face, "Can Master Wen help me with this?"

"Yes, it's not impossible," Wen Zining took the tray awkwardly, "But I'm not delivering it now, I have to wait."

Wait until you think about how to say it before going.

Aunt Zhang nodded, "Then please trouble the young master!"

After Aunt Zhang left for a few minutes, Wen Zining came out again with a tray and knocked on Wen Qian's room next door, but got no reply.

He cleared his throat, "Wen Qian, please open the door, I have something to tell you."

The abnormal silence inside the door made people feel something was wrong.

Wen Zining knocked on the door again, "Aren't you angry?"

He leaned forward and tilted his head, trying to catch the clues of Wen Qian behind the door.

But it was strange, Wen Qian's room behind the door was really too quiet, as if there was no one in it.

Wen Zining knocked on the door vigorously again, "Wen Qian?"

He suddenly felt something was wrong, and pressed down to open the door, but the door was locked.

Not right, definitely not right.

Wen Zining returned to his room with the tray and took out his cell phone.

【Ning things to rest: Open the door, I'll send you something. 】

Wen Zining waited for a while but didn't get a reply. He lay on the bed and pressed his phone angrily.

[Ning things and people: Where are people? 】

[It's better to let things go: If you don't open the door, I'll go to Aunt Zhang to get a spare key. 】

At this time Wen Zining didn't know, Wen Qian had already slipped out of the door.

He took a taxi to the door of the bar.

At this time, it was the business period, and the lights were feasting, and there were people coming and going, and there was a drunkard walking around from time to time.

The name of the bar is FOX, and the three red English letters seem to be burning in the night.

As soon as Wen Qian stepped through the door, he was stopped by a hand.

A deep and indifferent voice sounded in my ear, "Hello, please show your ID card."

Wen Qian looked up and raised the corner of his mouth, "Brother Jun, I'm here to find the boss."

The light in the bar was dim, and the person called Brother Jun was taken aback for a moment, and after careful identification, he recognized him, and said pleasantly, "Little mosquito?"

Brother Jun patted Wen Qian's back excitedly, "I don't remember seeing him in two or three months. How do you feel that you have grown taller, little mosquito?"

Wen Qian was shaken by the photograph, and then he stood firm and said, "Really?"

Brother Jun looked up and down again, and confirmed: "I have grown taller. I remember that you only reached my shoulders last time when I went home for the New Year. This time you came back to my chin. My face has also grown flesh, and I am more energetic than before. , I'm afraid he will surpass me in two months."

Brother Jun has a straight face in front of strangers, like a door god, but when he meets acquaintances, he is a chatterbox.If you don't stop him, he can chatter forever.

"Hey, I heard that you found a small benefactor, is it true? I also heard that you are not short of money because of this..."

Just as he was talking, Brother Jun stretched out his hand to block him, "Hi, please show your ID card."

The girl next to her with dyed hair covered her face in a ball, trying to pretend to be mature and sneak in. When she was caught, she was guilty first, and then pretended to be righteous, "My face looks young, why do you call me Underage?"

Brother Jun didn't even bat an eye, he dragged the girl by the back collar and waved at Wen Qian, "You go in first, the boss is inside, I'll clean up this brat first."

Wen Qian nodded and walked into the bar.

There was a lot of noise in the bar, and demons danced wildly on and off the stage. Wen Qian asked several acquaintances before he knew that the boss was sitting at the bar.

At this moment, the phone kept beeping non-stop, as if someone was cursing without breathing

Wen Qian took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and only then did he discover Wen Zining's news.

[Ning things are quiet: Aunt Zhang just took chocolate, pomegranate flavor and lemon flavor, Wen Ge's latest style, it's not sold outside yet, do you want to eat it? 】

Before Wen Qian could reply, the next item popped up.

[It's better to leave things alone: ​​I'm going to find Aunt Zhang to get the keys now. 】

Wen Qian seemed to have seen it, and Wen Zining rushed over to look for him.

No way, Wen Qian could only reply, [I'm already asleep, I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to do. 】

Anyway, let's get this idiot out of the way first.

The reply on the other side stopped, no longer like the machine gun just now, without a chance to breathe.

Wen Qian put back his phone, and found someone at the bar at a glance.

The boss lay leisurely by the bar, propped his head on one hand, as if he was flirting with the bartender who was working.

Wen Qian sat next to the boss, and heard his slightly lazy and magnetic voice, "Don't shake the wine so much, look at your eight-pack abs are almost leaking."

I saw the bartender pour the shaken liquid out of the metal cup, put a mint sprout and a straw on it, and then pushed the cup to the boss, "I have to be responsible for my work."

The bartender gave Wen Qian a slanted glance, "Why did you come in? Brother Jun has bad eyesight recently and didn't stop you?"

"Master," Wen Qian greeted the bartender, and then looked at the person who was using the straw as a stirring stick, "Boss, I came here today to ask you to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

The boss's hair was a bit long, tied behind his head with a scrunchie, but there were still a few strands falling down and dangling in the air.

He suddenly seemed to remember something, "Have you received the compensation from those people looking for trouble last time? One person is [-], and six people have a total of [-]."

In fact, it was just a few gangsters looking for trouble, and Wen Qian didn't expect that the boss would take action afterwards.When he used to work in the bar, he was always the one who cleaned up the troubles, and the boss sat on the sidelines and watched the show.

"Got it." Wen Qian took out the card and pushed it towards the boss.

The boss thought Wen Qian was here to thank him, so he sneered, "Take it well when you receive it, and go back to study hard. If you have nothing to do with your legs, go out by yourself, and close the door along the way, so don't bother Brother Jun."

Wen Qian shook his head, "No, I want to ask the boss to find someone."

The boss took a sip of the wine in the glass, "Name?"

Wen Qian: "I don't know."

The boss paused: "Age?"

Wen Qian: "I don't know."

There are faint veins on the boss' temples, "Address?"

Wen Qian still had the same calm and indifferent appearance, "I don't understand."

If they hadn't been together for a while, the boss might think that Wen Qian was here to mess things up.

But he was still a little impatient, "You have no one to find me, do you want me to find air?"

"Because his name is false, all other information corresponding to it is incorrect."

Just as he was talking, Wen Qian took out his mobile phone and found a picture, "However, I found a picture of him on the campus forum."

The boss took Wen Qian's cell phone and looked at the photo on it and suddenly felt a little familiar.

He turned the phone screen to the bartender, "Have we met this guy before, come and see."

Dujia, the Tujiao sugar team, steamed the gift for you, and the sommelier walked over. The person who looked at the photo seemed to think of something and opened his mouth.

At this moment, a message popped up on the phone.

[Ning things to rest: I'll wait for you on the bed, come here by yourself. 】

The two of them froze at the same time, then raised their heads at the same time, and slowly focused their gaze on Wen Qian's face who didn't know why.

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