"Qing Qing, it's you who broke my promise first. Don't you remember anything about the past..." Song Yanshu, holding a cold whistle without a trace of temperature, murmured in front of the French window in the bedroom.
The voice was low. As if dyed with countless sadness.
All night, since Mu Qingqing slammed the door and left, he never left the room. If Uncle an was not worried about sending someone to deliver the milk, maybe song Yanshu would not have lost his temper like this.
Carefully put his whistle, which he regarded as a treasure, into the safe again. Song Yanshu picked up his coat and went out the door. The air in the bedroom is too thin. It seems that if he continues to stay for even one second, song Yanshu is in danger of suffocation, so he runs away.
Who could have imagined that instead of gold and diamonds in the safe, the owner of the Song family had a whistle that was not worth ten yuan. It was ridiculous. No one would believe it, but this whistle was unique to song Yanshu. This is far more exciting to song Yanshu than those diamonds and gold.
Over the years, under the suppression of song Dongjian, it was because of this token that song Yanshu could survive countless nights when he almost wanted to jump off the roof. It's not just a childhood commitment. For song Yanshu, this love has become a kind of faith and dependence.
When this dependence gradually dissipated from life, song Yanshu's outlook on life collapsed. A man who even had a broken nature talked about what reason and what morality.
Uncle an did not dare to say much. Looking at the figure of song Yanshu, he was worried and could only sigh deeply.
Jiangcheng bar street at 12 am is still very busy. Song Yanshu seldom comes to such a place, unless he is in a bad mood. He finally achieved his goal, such as Mu Qingqing's strong temperament can compromise, it can be seen that song Yanshu is a complete victory in this battle.
Such a victory made song Yanshu not happy at all, but was doubly disappointed. He felt more like a failure. At least in the three people's feelings, he was the saddest one.
In fact, he has always been a supporting role in these three people's plays.
Ordered a bottle of vodka, song Yanshu found a corner of the seat, sat down, a person began to drink moose.
The atmosphere of the bar is quiet, and the blues music fills every corner of the bar. The bartender shakes the cheeker pot inside the bar, and his movements are neat and clean. The waiter walked back and forth with the tray, confused like a fly. Song Yanshu lowered his head and looked at the crystal clear ice floating on the transparent coffee colored liquid under the wall lamp, and immediately felt a lot smoother.
A loud noise exploded in the store, and the guests looked in the direction of the sound. A young girl in the uniform of a waiter broke a whole box of wine. Broken glass splashed everywhere, bubbling wine sent out a strong aroma and strong taste.
Song Yanshu raised his eyelids and continued to drink.
"What's the matter with you? You're so careless. This box of wine has been reserved by the guests. What should we do now?" The boss heard the voice and ran out from inside. After appeasing the guests, he began to make trouble to the culprit of the disaster.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." The girl's voice is a little familiar, but with the music in the shop, song Yanshu didn't care.
The boss said to the girl, "I'm sorry. If it's useful, what do you want the police to do? In a word, you can clean up this place for me in a moment. As for this case of wine, you must pay for it at the price."
"Well, I'll pay you back!" Girls are also happy, after all, they are not careful to break up, it is always responsible.
The boss looked up and down at the girl and said, "this is the Bordeaux dry red wine from white horse manor in San damillian District in 1989. The market price is not cheap. It's not easy for me to get a bottle of 700000 bottles from you, my friend. It's not easy for me to get a bottle of 700000 bottles from you, my friend. It's not easy for me to get a bottle of 700000 bottles from you, my friend
"What?"
The girl glared round her eyes and said inconceivably, "these bottles of broken wine you pit me 700000, are you crazy or I am crazy!"
"Ah, how can you talk, you stinky girl? In short, you have to compensate me for 700000 yuan. You can't lose a cent!" The boss has a tough attitude and even takes out the purchase order to scare the girl.
The girl was fearless, with a face of righteous words, and said, "I... I don't have money!"
"What, you break my wine, and you're done without money? You think I'm a charity hall worker The boss said angrily, with a sinister expression.
"I just don't have money. Otherwise, I can help you work for free. Can't you deduct it from your salary?"
"Oh
The boss snorted coldly, his hands folded in front of his chest, "on your little wage, even one tenth can't afford it!"
During the conversation, the obscene man looked up and down at the girl, raised his hand and stroked his chin and said, "I think your little girl looks pretty good. It's better for you to be my girlfriend. I'll give you 10000 yuan a month. When will you pay it off, when will you be free..."With that, the old man's hand touched the girl's face uneasily, but before his fingertips touched the girl's delicate skin, he was seized by both hands, and his movements were neat and sharp. He suddenly turned in the opposite direction. Only a click was heard, and the owner of the bar leaned on the edge of the bar.
The guests were scared away and nobody wanted to get into trouble.
"Song Yan Shu..." the girl's eyes fell to song Yanshu for a moment, half surprised and half pleased.
Song Yan, with no expression in writing, pulled the girl behind her impatiently. She took out a stack of money from her wallet and threw it on the ground. She said in a cold voice, "the Bordeaux dry red wine of white horse manor in San damillian District in 1989 is really good, but it is a pity that it has not risen to the price you said. There are many stocks in any one of the bar street! Here's 80000 yuan. Keep the change! The rest of the money is left for you to buy a bottle of painkiller
"Who are you? What do you care about?" The boss roared, thinking that he had been thinking about this part-time girl for a long time, and finally got the chance. He was not only swept away by others, but also dislocated his arm, which was really a stranglehold.
"Who I am has nothing to do with you. If you think there is something wrong with this treatment, I can call the police!"
Seeing that song Yanshu was coming to the real estate, the owner of the bar had to swallow a breath and wave his hand, "don't don't don't, don't call the police. I'll accept your settlement agreement, but if I accept it, I can't do it!"