Chapter 185

1912 bar street is a unique place. Next door is the presidential palace. The surrounding buildings are also characterized by the culture of the Republic of China.

Walking on the street, thinking of how many big people have walked along this road, a sense of nostalgia comes naturally.

After these modern bars are settled, when night falls, dozens of bars, large and small, are lit. Coupled with the unique Qinhuai style of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the charming atmosphere is like gilding on the street.

In particular, there are various legends of "romantic encounters". White-collar workers in Jianye prefer to come here to decompress, and some rich and wave loving college students.

Chen Hansheng is even more familiar with this street. He saved more than 100000 Chivas in Masuo, babyface, mix and xiaoluan bars before his rebirth. It's a pity to think about it.

1912 bar street is not far from Jianye University of technology. Chen Hansheng drove Wang Zibo first.

Wang Zibo attended today in full dress. His upper body is a gray lattice suit, his lower body is matching casual pants, his shoes are shiny, and his head is sprayed with gel water.

He still held a bunch of flowers in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it deliberately. Standing at the school gate still attracted some attention.

"Where is the boss going?"

Chen Hansheng stopped the car slowly.

Wang Zibo thought it was a taxi and waved impatiently: "don't sit or not... Hey, why did you come? We're almost late."

While complaining, he sat in the co pilot and carefully put the flowers in the back seat.

Chen Hansheng threw the lighter: "light the cigarette first. The cigarette butt is wet."

"No point."

Wang Zibo returned the lighter: "I've been studying the posture of Fage in the God of gamblers these two days. I found that it's the most handsome not to light the cigarette in my mouth."

"Then you can take a stick. It's more forced."

Chen Hansheng scolded and stepped on the accelerator to leave.

Wang Zibo looked at Chen Hansheng and found that he was wearing a very ordinary hooded sweatshirt, and his lower body was also jeans and sneakers. He was dissatisfied and said, "can't you pay more attention to your birthday party?"

Chen Hansheng replied calmly, "this is the clothes that little fish bought for me. Do you feel ashamed?"

Wang Zibo stopped talking. If he dared to say he was ashamed, Chen Hansheng could drive him out of the car immediately.

"Where's the gift?"

Wang Zibo found fault in another direction. He was also angry. It was clear that the party started at 8 o'clock and Chen Hansheng came to pick him up at 7:40.

Chen Hansheng rolled down the window and took a cigarette leisurely: "what gift?"

"Don't you give gifts when you go to someone else's birthday party?"

"I'll give you a chicken handle."

After half a ring, Wang Zibo reacted: "Xiao Chen, it's inappropriate for you to say that. Huang Hui may be your sister-in-law in the future."

"You can catch up before you talk."

Chen Hansheng stopped talking and drove to 1912.

It was late at this point. In addition, it took some time to stop. He didn't come to the door of the bar until 8:30. Wang Zibo was so worried that he was sweating and even forgot to take the flowers in the back seat.

However, to his surprise, Huang Hui actually waited at the door of the bar and looked left and right from time to time. She was a little anxious on her face, holding a PHS in her hand and hesitated to fight.

Until Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo appeared in sight, Huang Hui quickly raised her hand to greet them and trotted over to meet them.

Wang Zibo saw it. He was really moved and guilty.

I was late for the party. Unexpectedly, Huang Hui was waiting at the door.

"Sister Xiaohui."

Wang Zibo's moving voice was deformed: "I'm really sorry today. The road is too blocked. Please wait so long. In fact, you can start first without waiting for me."

"Ah?"

Huang huileng for a moment, but she immediately reacted and said with a smile, "it's all right. Since the party is over, it must be all here."

"Chen ·····"

Huang Hui greets Chen Hansheng again, but she doesn't know what to call for a moment.

President Chen, classmate Chen, Hansheng Chen? It doesn't seem appropriate.

"Call me Han Sheng."

Chen Hansheng said indifferently.

"OK, Han Sheng, thank you for coming to my birthday party."

Seeing that Chen Hansheng is so approachable, Huang Hui feels that the task of the company is likely to be completed.

"It's all right, sister Xiaohui."

Wang Zibo didn't understand the twists and turns. He advised carelessly, "don't be so polite. Xiao Chen just followed me."

Huang Hui smiled and didn't speak. She led him into the bar in front.

Wang Zibo patted Chen Hansheng on the shoulder in the back: "I didn't say it was your reason for being late today. You must be on time for this kind of party next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for wiping my ass."

Chen Hansheng doesn't poke it. Wang Zibo still thinks Huang Hui is waiting for him.

Wang Zibo was a little depressed: "I forgot to bring the flowers just now."

"It's OK. I'll send it later."

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As soon as the curtain of the bar was opened, a cold wind from a 16 degree air conditioner came, mixed with the smell of smoke and wine, and the eardrum also received the vibration of "rumbling".

Colorful spotlights are flickering and dizzy. There is a stage in the middle of the hall. Two young girls in bikini are dancing with the rhythm of DJ.

Wang Zibo is actually very nervous. He is the top