Wen Da and Qu Xiao looked around and waited for a long time, but Yan Mu never came in.
Wenda drank his wine nervously, his eyes always looking towards the side door: "They are not going to fight, are they?"
They both knew that Young Master Yan had a love rival in school. They heard that he was a school bully with poor grades, bad character and always skipping classes. Wenda and Qu Xiao didn't even take such a guy seriously. He was a bad boy who smoked, drank and fought all day long and was a gangster. Which girl would like him
There is no possibility of winning over Yan Shao at all!
In the end, he turned out to be a handsome guy like Yan Shao?! And he has a skill like bartending that even 17 or 18-year-old girls think is so cool?! Then the disadvantage of poor grades is gone!
People of the same sex repel each other, and when rivals meet, they become extremely jealous of each other, and it is not impossible that they really fight.
Qu Xiao said: "It shouldn't happen. If a fight really broke out, the security here would have already taken action."
Although Qu Xiao's tone was affirmative, he still felt a little worried: "But... they have been out for so long, what can they talk about?"
Just as he finished speaking, the side door opened. The bartender, with an aloof and indifferent demeanor, passed by, raised his cold eyes and nodded to Boss Qu.
Not long after, the side door was opened again, and Yan Mu finally came back. Wenda patted Qu Xiao on the shoulder and pushed him forward. Qu Xiao stood up and walked to Yan Mu and said, "I didn't know Shin was your rival in school. Wait, I'll fire him tonight. It's just a part-time job anyway!"
Bartenders are not as important as brothers!
Yan Mu didn't show much expression, but when he heard Qu Xiao address Jiang Zhihuo, he was startled: "... What did you call him?"
"Shin, Shin." Qu Xiao explained, "I don't know the real name, but that's how we call it in the bar. I haven't looked through the contract, I'll let the manager take a look later."
After saying this, Qu Xiao realized that he was a little stupid. Since he was a love rival and was from the same school, Yan Shao must know his name.
Qu Xiao waved his hand again: "Forget it, who cares what he's called, there won't be this person in the bar starting tonight!"
"No need." Yan Mu ordered a cup of hot water. The edge of the cup was boiling hot, and a thin layer of water vapor was rising. "It's not that big of a grudge..."
He paused, then asked, "You said his name is Shin?"
"Yes." Qu Xiao thought Yan Mu didn't hear clearly, so he spelled it again, "Shin, what's wrong with this name?"
Yan Mu placed his knuckles on the rim of the cup, his eyes fixed on the other side.
Jiang Zhihuo had returned to the bar, concentrating on the work in his hands. His slender fingers grasped the silver spoon very skillfully, the pattern stuck on his knuckles, and he stirred quickly, then raised his left hand, quickly propped up the spoon, added syrup and cream, and finally inserted the decoration and cherries.
His movements were skillful and there was not a single pause. The tea-colored wine sparkled with a glimmer of crystal light. In the flickering light, the color of the wine was reflected on his hands with clear knuckles.
Qu Xiao looked at Yan Mu for a long time, but Yan Shao still had no intention of answering. He was undecided for a moment: "So, should I quit or not?"
"You're welcome." Yan Mu said.
Qu Xiao: “Ah?”
"I can't explain it." The water in the cup shone, reflecting the colorful lights of the bar. Yan Mu didn't want to explain, so he said, "That's it."
He looked toward the bar again.
The indifferent bartender handed the cocktail to the customer in front of him.
Beautiful moves, beautiful wine, every move was wrapped in a sense of ease and beauty. There were even many people who ordered wine that cost several times more, just to be able to sit in the bar and record the video openly.
The name tag on Jiang Zhihuo's chest had four letters printed on it.
—shin.
Jiang Zhihuo is only a part-time worker and his shift is not long, at most four hours a day, with a break of half an hour to forty-five minutes in between. He usually uses this time to sneak out to look for Yan Mu.
This time Yan Mu was in the bar, saving him the time of rushing back and forth, and after the kiss he could even touch his phone in the lounge.
After finishing work, Jiang Zhihuo changed his clothes, looked at himself in the mirror, patted his cheeks hard, took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh.
Although you don't have to say a word to maintain a cool and aloof personality, it's tiring to keep it that way all night.
He pushed open the door of the locker room, feeling a headache at the thought of having to battle wits and courage with Yan Xueshen again.
—If Yan Muneng forgets to make up for his lessons because of his part-time job, then it would be worth it to lose this vest.
"Shin!" A man's voice suddenly rang out from the door, accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol. "You are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."
Jiang Zhihuo recognized this man, a middle-aged man in his thirties, a regular at the bar. Every time he went to the bar, he could see him sitting in the corner in a suit and tie.
Jiang Zhihuo put on his cold and indifferent persona, frowned, nodded to him politely, put on his bag and walked out the door.
The drunken man followed him and asked, "Off work?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Yeah."
The man looked Jiang Zhihuo up and down and said, "You look good like this too."
After get off work, Jiang Zhihuo changed into his daily clothes: a backpack, a T-shirt and jeans, simple and clean.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Thank you."
The man followed Jiang Zhihuo through the bar hall, and before he pushed open the door, he suddenly grabbed his wrist: "Shin, you are not very old, right? Eighteen? Nineteen? You are just a part-time worker here, and the salary is not high, right? How about coming with me?"
He stretched out his finger and pointed to a number, "I'll give you this number. I'll come to you once a week, and you can do whatever you want the rest of the time."
Jiang Zhihuo's eyebrows jumped.
What the hell?!
Is this guy mentally ill
Really offended, Jiang Zhihuo used great effort to suppress his hand that wanted to swing at the man. It was not good to fight in front of the bar. No matter what, the one who started first would be the one who would lose.
Jiang Zhihuo maintained his persona, broke free from the man's hand, and said calmly, "Sir, you are drunk."
"I was drunk." The man smiled and slowly released pheromones while speaking, "I still have the same thoughts even when I'm awake. I've had my eyes on you for a long time. I know you're an alpha, and so am I. It's not a loss for you to follow me."
The alpha's pheromones have their own aura. Although some people nearby noticed this place, the two of them did not make any big noise. Also, because of the pheromones, others did not dare to get close. There was no need to provoke an alpha.
Perhaps because he was an alpha before, this pheromone had no effect on Jiang Zhihuo: "There are omegas in the bar, please respect yourself."
"Tsk." The man sneered, "Just an omega."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Damn, where did this idiot come from
If Jiang Zhihuo said one more word to this guy, he couldn't guarantee that he could control his fists.
He pushed the door open and walked out without looking back, and the man reached out again to grab him. Jiang Zhihuo had seen the man's movements with his peripheral vision, and if the man touched him, he would be grabbed by the arm and thrown to the ground.
However, the man's movements suddenly stopped.
—A more powerful and overbearing pheromone pressed in from the outside.
The wind chimes hanging on the door frame jingled, and a cold face appeared in front of him. Yan Mu held the man's wrist tightly, with his thumb and index finger stuck on the wrist bone, and no matter how he struggled, he could not move.
The joints were pinched so hard that they hurt. The man released more erogens and angrily asked, "Who are you?"
Yan Mu did not answer, staring at the man with an oppressive look. Alphas are also divided into high and low, and this man is not even as good as Yan Mu. Soon, the man could not hold on any longer, his legs became weak, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Yan Mu loosened his hand slightly, and the man seemed to have found a huge hole, pried open his wrist, and fled.
Jiang Zhihuo was quite surprised when he saw Yan Mu: "Why are you here?"
Yan Mu calmly put his hand into his pocket, clenched it gently, and then quickly opened it. His forearm twitched slightly due to the pain spreading from the palm of his hand.
"Time is almost up." Yan Mu said calmly.
Jiang Zhihuo turned on the screen, checked the time, and said with a smile, "Indeed." After a pause, Jiang Zhihuo continued, "Thank you for what you did just now."
He could handle the situation just now by himself, but it was not easy for him to release pheromones. If he really started fighting, he would definitely cause himself unnecessary trouble. Jiang Zhihuo always knew what was going on and was not reluctant to say "thank you" to his love rival who helped him.
Yan Mu said "hmm" and walked towards their residence with Jiang Zhihuo.
"Xiang Yao" was on the busy section of West Street, where people were coming and going, and it was difficult to find a place to kiss. In order to avoid sudden fever, Jiang Zhihuo reached out and pinched Yan Mu's forearm.
The light was too dim when we were at the side door just now. It was not until this moment that Jiang Zhihuo noticed that a horrible red mark had appeared on Yan Mu's hand at some point. It spread from the wrist upwards and almost covered half of the skin on his forearm. It was extremely conspicuous.
Jiang Zhihuo was shocked: "Oh my god, my friend, what happened to your hand?!"
"It's okay." Yan Mu said.
He wanted to pull his hand away, but Jiang Zhihuo grabbed it: "You're still okay? No, what did you do? How could there be such a big bruise?!"
Yan Mu: "It's not blood stasis."
"Is that an allergy? What are you allergic to? Alcohol? You're allergic to alcohol and yet you come to the bar? You're so brave! You need to go to the hospital." As he said that, Jiang Zhihuo dragged Yan Mu towards the hospital.
The hospital is only two stops away from here. You don’t need to take a taxi, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk.
Yan Mu did not cooperate with him: "It's not an allergy, there's no point in going to the hospital."
Jiang Zhihuo: "Then what do you say this is?!"
Yan Mu raised his eyelids, glanced at Jiang Zhihuo's finger pointing at the bruise, and said indifferently: "Don't interfere with each other."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't just ignore it after he saw it. He grabbed her wrist and threw it online with a tough attitude: "It's about not interfering with each other's lives. You've become like this..."
Seeing that Yan Mu was not going to cooperate no matter what, Jiang Zhihuo made up a relatively reasonable excuse, "What if someone sees you and says you got hurt in a fight with me?"
Speaking of fighting, Jiang Zhihuo suddenly remembered that Yan Mu had a strange red mark on his hand before: "The previous one seemed to be the same as this one? How did you do it?"
Jiang Zhihuo's touch was not strong, but the red mark still hurt. At this time, even the wind felt like a knife. Yan Mu took a breath with a hiss and pulled out his arm with a great reaction.
"Ah..." Jiang Zhihuo let go of his hand, "Sorry."
"I've had it since I was a kid." Yan Mu was reluctant to say it, and simply explained, "There's no cure, just let it sit for a few days."
“…” Jiang Zhihuo didn’t know what to say for a moment. He was originally worried that the injury would worsen, but he didn’t expect it to be an illness. No wonder Yan Mu didn’t say anything.
The medical conditions that Young Master Yan has access to are naturally better than those in ordinary hospitals. Even those hospitals are said to be incurable, so it would be of no help if he was really dragged to the hospital now.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Zhihuo said awkwardly: "Oh, so, then, then, let's go back first?"
Yan Mu said “hmm”.
Jiang Zhihuo just held Yan Mu's elbow loosely, maintaining physical contact, and remained silent all the way.
It was a rather sultry summer night. There was not a breath of wind and the air seemed thick and sticky.
There were waves of pain in the palm of his hand, as if fine needles were piercing his flesh countless times. Yan Mu clenched it, then released it to relieve the pain.
He acted completely subconsciously at the door of the bar, and only later realized that it was a bit rash. Even though Jiang Zhihuo was in the process of transforming into an omega, she was not really weak enough to need his protection.
If I really want to find a reason for myself...
"Shin." Yan Mu suddenly asked, "Why is it called this?"
"Ah? Of course it's because it sounds nice." Jiang Zhihuo tilted his head to look at him, "I originally wanted to call it shine-shine, but it's too common, so I removed a letter."
As soon as you hear it, you know that this is a made-up excuse.
Yan Mu asked again: "Why did you ask me not to pursue Yuyun?"
"What's so strange about this?" Jiang Zhihuo looked puzzled. "Didn't you tell me the same thing?"
"It's different." Yan Mu said.
"What's the difference?" Jiang Zhihuo asked back.
Yan Mu did not answer directly: "You have been asking around about her recently."
The eyes looking at Jiang Zhihuo were very deep, as dark as the night sky. Jiang Zhihuo smiled and said lightly: "This is how your brother Huo chases girls, so high-profile!"
Jiang Zhihuo raised one eyebrow and looked at Yan Mu with a slightly provocative look that was very consistent with the character of a school bully and love rival.
It seems that there is nothing more to ask.
At this time, Jiang Zhihuo saw something, frowned slightly, reached out and pulled Yan Mu behind the electric pole, and stuck his head out.
In order to save time, they took a small road. For two men, or two alphas at the moment, the probability of getting into danger while walking at night was low. They were currently in a small street, with older residential areas and houses nearby, as well as a demolition area. Not many people lived there, and alleys connected to each other, forming a "well"-shaped structure.
Jiang Zhihuo looked towards the alley at the corner.
Two figures were reflected under the orange street light. Feng Zhi and Tang Anmiao passed by from the other end of the alley and had a pleasant conversation.
Yan Mu: "It's ten o'clock."
Jiang Zhihuo: "Yes, it's so late, why are they out?"
Jiang Zhihuoxu held Yan Mu's hand and turned into the alley that Feng Zhi and Tang Anmiao passed by.
Yan Mu didn't ask, Jiang Zhihuo walked forward and explained: "I didn't pay much attention to it before, I just thought Director Feng had a really good temper. He never said a word to me even though I skipped classes so much."
"I only realized it when the third year of high school started..." Jiang Zhihuo suddenly fell silent. Tang Anmiao dropped something, and Feng Zhi helped her pick it up. He turned sideways, and Jiang Zhihuo pulled Yan Mu's back and pretended to walk in another direction.
Unnoticed, Jiang Zhihuo wanted to continue speaking, but Yan Mu took over his words first: "Director Feng is in contact with omegas."