In the huge bar, the lights are dim and no one knows anyone, but the gate is so narrow that people who come in and out have to meet each other.
Ding Yinan didn't expect that Han Shuo would come out to smoke. He didn't bother to explain why he was here, but he just withdrew his hand from Han Shuo, and replied with a flat expression, "I came to see your performance."
Ding Yinan admitted that his words were somewhat ironic. When the two were together, he had seen a few of Han Shuo's catwalks, but none of them were as explosive as today.
As expected, Han Shuo's face became a little embarrassed. He pursed his lips and asked, "You came here just for me?"
Ding Yinan thought it was funny, he said: "That's not true."
"You still said no." Han Shuo frowned slightly, "I told you that your collarbone is beautiful."
Ding Yinan breathed out a little impatiently. He looked at the gate where people were coming and going. He didn't want to waste any more time here. He simply said, "It's boring, Han Shuo, really. You are just like me in my eyes now. Like those male models posing on stage, you know what I mean?"
Just a passerby.
To put it bluntly, it is a consumer product. It's still the kind that Ding Yinan doesn't want to spend money on.
Han Shuo was in a daze for a moment, as if he had finally seen the reality clearly, and murmured, "I'm sorry."
This apology came a bit late, but Ding Yinan himself was not unusual. He said "I'm going in" and was about to walk back when Han Shuo asked cautiously, "Can we still be friends?"
Ding Yinan was unmoved: "My current job doesn't like me being friends with my ex."
"That's it." Han Shuo lowered his eyes desolately, "Is he in there now?"
"Nonsense." Ding Yinan said, "Of course."
"Then you go in first." Han Shuo smiled wryly, "I'll go smoke a cigarette."
Ding Yinan didn't mind lying to Han Shuo, anyway, Huo Zhixiao's boyfriend was fake, so it wouldn't hurt to make up another one where he was there.
Look at the time, it's past twelve o'clock, Huo Zhixiao should have gone to bed already.
This thought flashed through Ding Yinan's mind, but only for a moment. The dimmed lights create an atmosphere of indulgence that invites an involuntary desire to set boundaries with normal work.
At this time, the bride-to-be had already left in order to welcome the wedding the next day, and there were still some guests in the bar who didn't have fun.
The work of Yuan Feng's team was basically over, and they played billiards in a bright corner of the bar. Ding Yinan had nothing to do, so he simply joined them.
A few of them played American nine-ball with simple rules. Ding Yinan's billiards level was very average, but today, for some reason, he seemed to be on the hook, and he could poke the ball in whatever he wanted.
"Squad leader, have you practiced specially in the past few years?" Yuan Feng asked while standing aside holding the club.
"No." Ding Yinan adjusted his posture according to the position of the white ball, "It feels good."
As Ding Yinan scored more goals, spectators gradually gathered around the table.
Another shot, the colored ball fell into the pocket, and the white ball bounced back from the bottom belt, just staying near the center line. This made the angle of the next ball a bit tricky. No matter how Ding Yinan adjusted it, he couldn't find a comfortable position.
He thought about it for a while, and finally lay down directly on the pool table, with the knee of one leg raised, and it rested casually on the edge of the pool table.
The mid-low waist jeans shrunk down a bit due to his movements, revealing two deep waist dimples, stretching out the seductive buttocks curve.
The loose shirt with a deep v hangs lazily on the table, exposing a large area of skin on the chest, which is more eye-catching than the white ball on the table.
Whistles sounded all around, and Ding Yinan's attention was all on the cue. He didn't know that someone took out his mobile phone to take a picture of this scene, and forwarded the photo to others, and he didn't forget to add the text: You know you Is your assistant so hot
Another round was played, and Ding Yinan still won a complete victory.
He gave up his club to the rest of the team, then went to the bathroom to free up memory.
After several hours, Ding Yinan still drank a lot. But this time he didn't drink in a hurry, he drank slowly until now, just in the most comfortable state of being slightly drunk.
Lubricants and condoms are placed on the sink in the bathroom. While washing his hands, Ding Yinan was stunned. He doesn't know how profligate people are to "solve it on the spot" in the public bathroom. .
When you come out of the bathroom, you have to go through a narrow corridor. Ding Yinan brushed past the person walking towards him, but at this moment, the person suddenly reached out and hooked his waist, led him around for a short while, and then pressed him against the wall of the aisle.
"Ding Zhu, I didn't expect that."
A familiar voice sounded above his head, and Ding Yinan felt that this person pinched his ass hard.
"Does Huo Zhixiao know what you look like in private?"
"Jiang Heng?" Ding Yinan was stunned, and quickly pushed Jiang Heng who was leaning over.
"I've been watching you play billiards just now." Jiang Heng continued to lean over and leaned into Ding Yinan's ear, "Why didn't I notice your butt is so upturned before?"
"You let me go."
Ding Yinan wanted to retreat to the side, but Jiang Heng kept holding his waist, and a tug-of-war formed between the two, back and forth, only to hear Jiang Heng say again: "Your waist is so soft."
When Ding Yinan was thinking about whether to disregard his feelings and fight Jiang Heng directly, a black figure suddenly walked by and pushed Jiang Heng aside.
"He's mine, what's the matter with you?"
Ding Yinan followed the sound and looked, it turned out to be Han Shuo.
He had a terrible headache, one was Huo Zhixiao's best friend, and the other was his ex-boyfriend, so two completely unrelated people could get together.
"Your boyfriend?" Jiang Heng raised his chin towards Han Shuo and asked Ding Yinan.
"It has nothing to do with you." Han Shuo grabbed Ding Yinan's wrist and was about to leave, but Ding Yinan didn't need his help, let alone owe him favors.
"You let go too." Ding Yinan withdrew his wrist with a gloomy expression. Jiang Heng should have noticed that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he took a leisurely look at the excitement from the sidelines.
"Didn't you say he was there?" Han Shuo said, "I looked around and he wasn't there at all."
Ding Yinan knew he was wrong, he frowned and said, "Why do you care so much?"
"To be honest," Han Shuo asked aggressively, "Is it because he can't satisfy you that you came to the bar dressed like this behind his back?"
It just gets more and more outrageous.
Ding Yinan completely lost his patience, and the ugly words were already on his lips, but at this moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind him to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into a strong chest.
In this mixed-smelling bar, a faint aloe scent floated into Ding Yinan's nose. Although he had smelled it countless times before, but now he smelled it inexplicably and felt particularly comfortable.
"Can't I satisfy you?"
The voice behind the ears was quite cold, slightly different from the usual laziness, and seemed to suppress some kind of resentment. Alarm bells rang in Ding Yinan's heart, he looked back, and then saw Huo Zhixiao who was exuding depression.
Huo Zhixiao lowered his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and whispered in Ding Yinan's ear: "Is this what you said to help your sister with homework?"
There seemed to be teeth gnashing in the voice.
Well, more headaches have arisen.
Two big words appeared in Ding Yinan's mind: It's over.
Jiang Heng: Fortunately, Lao Huo didn't see him, so he slipped away