Chapter 8

Meng Fu reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead. The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a faint smile.

This is his new home with Xiaoyi. It's a simple two bedroom and one living room. The rent has spent more than half of the money he saved in prison. It took him a week to finally find a job as a restaurant waiter.

He was glad that the supervisor at that time didn't read his file.

After all, because he had been in prison, countless people waved to him.

"Meng Fu, your business in the restaurant is good." Jiang Hui, a part-time college student, patted Meng Fu on the shoulder, smiled and shook his head, "I'm such a handsome guy, why doesn't anyone appreciate it."

He smiled faintly, still wiping the cup with a towel in his hand.

"But you're too late. Those girls want to ask you your phone number."

"No, I don't have a cell phone."

After wiping one cup, he took another cup and wiped it carefully. He was afraid that the job was not done well. He couldn't bear the risk of losing his job.

"No, people don't have mobile phones these days?" Jiang Hui stared in surprise and obviously refused to believe it. He thought it must be Meng Fu's excuse to refuse those women.

"Because there is no one to contact." He answered softly.

Jiang Hui just smiled and looked at Meng Fu's side face clearly. When he looked at Meng Fu's exquisite and beautiful outline, he suddenly understood why those women were interested in Meng Fu. Indeed, Meng Fu was really good-looking.

In the restaurant at night, someone is sitting in front of the piano, playing gracefully. The sound of the piano is melodious and reverberates in every corner of the restaurant. Meng Fu doesn't know how Meng Yi came out of the staff lounge without authorization. He didn't even have time to stop it. Meng Yi has rushed to the piano.

"Sister, play it for me." He said to the woman who played the piano.

The woman looked at the handsome 19-year-old boy in front of her. She didn't find anything different from Meng Yi, so she gave up.

The moment the boy's fingers touched the piano, it was like a sleeping soul waking up suddenly. His fingers beat the black-and-white keys flexibly like a swimming snake.

Meng Fu hurried forward, but stopped when he heard the sound of the piano.

He knew that many people stopped their hands like him and listened to the sound of Xiaoyi's piano. He looked at the smile on Xiaoyi's face. He wanted to interrupt, but he changed his mind.

"Meng Fu, how can your brother play the piano so well?" The restaurant supervisor called him aside and praised Meng Yi. "Why don't you let your brother play the piano here, and the salary is settled normally." Seeing the worry in Meng Fu's eyes, he said, "don't worry, your brother will never have any problem."

"OK."

He is very grateful to the supervisor for giving him and his brother a stable job, so that he doesn't have to worry about how to settle Meng Yi when he is busy, so that they can live with more wages.

He thought God was looking after him.

It was as if when he felt heavy breathing and suffocation, God gave him a breath of fresh air. He finally breathed and had the strength to live.

If he doesn't meet him in a month.

He watched Guze enter the restaurant, raised his hand, snapped his fingers and called the waiter. Everyone was busy. He should have gone, but he subconsciously hesitated.

The steps seemed to be fixed and could not move.

He has been silently suffering from Guze's words, but not today, not this place. He is afraid of Guze's contempt and says to him, 'you murderer.', Afraid to be heard by everyone, afraid to lose their work, afraid to crush their dignity in front of everyone.

Someone suddenly hit his shoulder. He turned his head in shock.

"I'm possessed by a ghost. Don't go quickly. The guests over there have ordered." Jiang Hui urged.

"You go. I'll help you to your table." He said.

"Line, line, line." Without any doubt, Jiang Hui handed Meng Fu the plate in his hand, "remember, table 24."

"Yes."

"Call Meng Fu." Gu Ze looked at Jiang Hui and said without raising his head. He continued to turn over the menu in his hand.

Jiang Hui looked at Gu Ze strangely. The women insisted on Meng Fu's service. Why do men look at their faces when ordering dishes these days, "Sir, Meng Fu is busy now. I can recommend you the signature dishes here, for example..."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Ze interrupted, "don't talk nonsense, call Meng Fu."

"OK."

Jiang Hui politely stepped down, but he muttered in his heart, is money great? It depends on people to order a dish. Is it difficult that Meng Fu has passed and the dishes are fragrant?

"Mr. Gu, why do you have to call Meng Fu the waiter?" Sitting opposite Guze, Mr. Liang was a little confused.

"I want to see how he is now."

"Oh." Mr. Liang smiled and nodded. He seemed to see through everything. "Is he your lover?"

During the questioning, Meng Fu had stood beside him, "Mr. Gu." He bowed slightly and was polite. He nodded to President Liang, "what do you need?"

Gu Ze stared at his slightly drooping chin and gently spit out two words, "enemy."

For a moment, I felt that everything around me began to cool, and even my heart was cool and thorough. In this way, I said the word "enemy" frankly and cruelly, but I was unable to refute it.

He took a gentle breath and said as easily as possible, "what do you need? Our 'first love' dish is a famous dish. It mainly uses shrimp... "

"Why are all the dishes here so artistic?" Liang Zong wondered.

"The names of these dishes are based on the names of Su Yu's writers." Meng Fu explained.

Liang Zongming, no wonder such literature and art. Su Da writers write youth and love. He thinks of Su Yu's exquisite face and looks at Meng Fu beside him. He feels that Meng Fu is not inferior to Su Yu in terms of appearance.

The point is that Su Yu loves men and is said to be with Qin mo of Qin's enterprise.

So, for Meng Fu

The process of this dish lasted for a long time. Gu Ze pointed to a dish and asked Meng Fu to introduce a dish. President Liang was around. Was he staring at Meng Fu's side face.

When Guze and President Liang finished ordering, Meng Fu turned and just left. President Liang tilted his mouth and smiled, "Meng Fu looks really good."

Seeing Guze staring at him indifferently, President Liang touched his chin and had an idea in his heart, "since he is your enemy, why don't you give it to me and I'll help you take revenge."

"How do you report?"

"Have you ever heard of playing with men? This straight man is playing with men, but life is better than death. " President Liang grinned and looked familiar. Seeing that Gu Ze didn't speak, he seemed to want to listen. He then said, "Su Yu, Su Da writer, is played by men. Do you know who he is? Qin Mo, I heard that Qin Mo had a car accident three years ago, which was related to Su Yu. It can be seen how much he hated being played by men. "

"You want to play Meng Fu?"

Gu Ze suddenly felt disgusted when he looked at the horizontal flesh on President Liang's face. He also thought of Meng Fu's naked body and the way Gu Ze was on it. He felt even more disgusted.

"I don't think his appearance is worse than Su Yu."

"But," said Guze with a funny smile, "I will avenge myself. I don't need your intervention."

"Good. Of course, revenge is right. " With a smile on his mouth, President Liang secretly despised him and didn't know how to report it?

Meng Fu said politely, "please take your time."

Guze didn't look up at him. It seemed that when he didn't exist, Li Liang always swept his feet from his face. He hurried back uneasily.

"Wait a minute."

Hearing Guze calling him, he quickly stopped and subconsciously stepped back a little.

"What time do you get off work tonight?"

He frowned in confusion. He didn't understand the meaning of Guze's question, so he had to be honest, "if you're not busy, 9 o'clock."

"OK, you go down."

From beginning to end, Guze just looked up at him a little, like an extremely common question between friends, 'what time do you get off work', but this question came out of Guze's mouth is not so common.

Meng Fu's right eyelid began to jump uneasily.

"What's the matter? What are you doing? " Jiang Hui bumped him gently. "I was busy at that time just now. I can finally have a rest."

"Yes. Finally we can have a rest. " He mumbled and repeated, but his mind obviously hasn't come back.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." He said, taking his mind, he went to clean up the dishes on the table.

Jiang Hui is unwilling to let go. His strong curiosity makes him chase Meng Fu and ask the man at table 47 why he must name Meng Fu.

Meng Fu was tired of being asked, so he had to reply, "I owe him money."

Lied.

Where is owed money, is owed life.