"Stop fighting, it's boring."
Yan Cheng threw away the poker cards in his hand, picked up his wine glass, and lazily leaned back on the sofa.
Winter is approaching, especially in the middle of the night, when the biting cold wind is blowing outside, and the shadows of trees are swaying under the street lamps, unconsciously soaking the whole city into the cold night, and many office buildings are finishing their day's work The lights had long since been turned off, and the shopping mall was closed. At the same time, the place that set off the sensuality began to be brightly lit, and people's materialistic life quietly unfolded here.
There is a bar in the city center called 1401 Er Guan.
The name sounds self-cultivating and unattractive.
But most of the people who can get inside are either rich or expensive.
It is said that Erguan is a narrowed and concrete world of flowers and flowers that belongs exclusively to the rich.
It's about prey, about hunters, it's not a real love scene, it's a real hunting ground, and most of it is the extravagance of the rich.
In the bar, the smoke filled with colorful lights complement each other.
Accompanied by deafening music, people swing their bodies rhythmically on the dance floor.
Men and women touch each other, rubbing and twisting, releasing their suppressed or excited emotions to their heart's content.
Compared with those who only dance and carnival on the dance floor, the scale of some boxes on the second floor is larger. The closed boxes give people privacy, and when they are filled with heating, the heat will rise in a straight line, so scenes can be staged A more straightforward tease.
The game ended abruptly, and it was inevitable that there would be a few murmurs of dissatisfaction.
When these dandies complained halfway, after realizing it, they quietly raised their eyebrows and glanced at Yancheng where the old god was in the middle of the sofa, and suddenly fell silent knowingly.
There is nothing to say for three minutes, and the rest is restless music. This kind of time without entertainment is too boring and too difficult.
After playing with the phone for a while, Huang Mao raised his hand and rang the bell on the wall to call for service.
Not long after, a group of scantily dressed girls entered the box.
Except for Huang Mao named Ling, the rest of the young masters frowned.
"Brother Yan, you choose first?" Huang Mao flattered.
Yan Cheng raised his eyes to observe carefully for a while by the dim yellow and flickering lights, and then turned his face to look at Huang Mao, narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped the wall of the goblet with his index finger, and said meaningfully: "Zhou Chao, it's only been over a month, and the bar has been managed by you like this... Do you want me to go to the police station?"
"No, Brother Yan, the bar business is better now." Zhou Chao actively leaned over and tried to explain something, "Besides, many clubs have this kind of business model, and it's rare to be investigated?"
Hearing this answer, the son who usually plays well with Yancheng cast a contemptuous look over him and almost laughed angrily.
This week, Zhou Xue's cousin is mentally retarded, right
"Of course the business in the brothel is so good that you can sing and sing every night." Yan Cheng lowered his eyelashes, looking a little absent-minded, but it was more obvious that he didn't take up Zhou Chao's trouble at all, "I'm back now, and you don't have to stay here." Managed here."
"Tai will pay you the wages that should be paid." He made a final decision, and slowly put back his sleeves, "Take your sisters and sisters, and get out."
Regular customers all know that the Er Guan is becoming more and more smoky.
The miasma was so smoky that it seemed to have degenerated into a red-light district.
There are not only ladies who are dedicated to selling on the bright side.
The men and women were still puffing and puffing, confused and rolling into a ball.
Zhou Chao came out of the Er Pavilion cursing.
All the flattery is gone, turning faces is faster than turning pages.
In the already noisy environment, it was said that Yancheng was killing donkeys, crossing the river and demolishing bridges, and that Yancheng was just a pug wagging its head and tail at his sister's feet.
"Pfft." He spit at the gate of the Erguan, squinting with his chin up, "If you don't stay here, you have your own place, who cares."
After thinking about it, he still couldn't get angry. He took a few steps unsteadily and leaned against the corner. After a few seconds, he slowly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and dialed a number.
In the Tianzi box on the second floor, people are cheering and encouraging.
In the eyes of friends, Yan Cheng's actions just now were beyond their expectations. They all knew that Yan Cheng had been surrounded by a woman for the past two years, and he obeyed that woman, and Zhou Chao, as that woman, My younger brother, tsk, to be honest, they are all ready for the Erguan to be destroyed.
"Yan Shao, did you figure it out as soon as you got married?"
"Zhou Xue is in the past tense?"
The woman played Yan Cheng around, turned around and married Yan Cheng's sworn enemy.
"I told you earlier that Zhou Xue is hanging on to you. I can tell from the fact that she is between you and Huo Qidong. It's a pity that you won't turn back until you hit the south wall."
After the spare tire hit the south wall, she was disheartened and accepted the blind date arranged by her family. Not long after, she married the daughter of the Chen family.
This time everyone thinks that the two of them will go back to the road in the future. Who would have thought that Zhou Xue would meet Yan Cheng, who was about to get married, in order to find a job for her younger brother. Yan Cheng didn't care much. Yes, I really arranged for someone to go to the bar.
It just so happened that he and the Chen family were going abroad for their honeymoon, and Zhou Chao was directly appointed as the host of the bar. If he didn't care about it, it made people want to pry his brains out!
Yan Cheng gave a low "um", and he didn't know whether he was answering the first question or echoing the second sentence.
Under such circumstances, smart people would realize that "Zhou Xue" is inconvenient to mention again, so Shao Chongsi stopped the topic in a timely manner, and asked with interest: "Newlywed, how is Shao Yan?"
This topic is actually not very good, but it seems that it has not touched Yancheng's bottom line, I saw him raising his eyebrows, with a little joy in his brows: "Not bad."
"Tut tsk tsk, the face is full of spring breeze." There is a saying in ancient times that there are three major happy events in life, one of which is the wedding night in the bridal chamber. Shao Chongsi guessed that this guy was happy because no one would laugh at him for something about childlike innocence, "I heard that The girl from the Chen family is very gentle and slow, she is very easy to handle, isn't she?"
Yan Cheng's smile didn't reach his eyes, he thought for a while, and pursed his lips: "None of your business."
"Come on, don't even ask?"
"..." No, be more polite to your sister-in-law.
Even so,
But the twists and turns can be more or less guessed.
They are all men, and they all understand men's hearts. The white moonlight is like a cinnabar mole.
If you just marry someone else casually, you won't really feel at ease.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed in the bar so late.
Tsk,
Bitter wine enters the throat,
It's all sad tears.
Until almost half past twelve in the morning,
Yan Cheng raised his peach blossom eyes, stood up from the sofa, put on his coat, "Let's go."
Probably some kind of straight male cancer hidden deep in the bone marrow that men are used to, and probably to refute the original question about family status of "being able to figure it out after marriage", he stopped and raised his head. Without thinking, Mei said, "My daughter-in-law, she dare not say anything if I say one thing."
Shao Chongsi gave him a symbolic thumbs up, "You are amazing."
Then, there was a lot of noise after everyone didn't believe it.
Before there was a fuss, Artest pushed the door open, "Boss, the police are here."
...
It's anti-pornography.
Someone reported to the police that there was suspected prostitution in the Er Guan.
As for who reported it, everyone knows it well.
As the owner of Er Guan, Yan Cheng had no choice but to go with the police.
Shao Chongsi watched helplessly as the man was taken away.
"..." Then under the sight of Artest's "Brother Si, go and help my boss", he followed to clean up the mess.
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It's two o'clock in the morning.
Chen Jinyao's phone lights up.
It was followed by Apple's proprietary ringtones.
Very noisy in a quiet room.
Ten seconds later, it still rings persistently.
The person on the bed moved, pondered for a moment, and slowly moved his arms out of the bed. The blind man fumbled towards the bedside table like an elephant. The curtains are double-layered, and the ones drawn now are tulle ones, bright and clean. The moonlight shone in, casting a silver light into the room, and her bare arms dangled whitely.
With sleepy eyes open, he glanced at the caller ID.
After being woken up, the emotions rushed into her heart immediately, and she closed her eyes helplessly. She sighed heavily, seeing this swearing-in attitude, and finally connected the phone.
"Hello." The voice was a little hoarse.
Unexpectedly, the other party was hoarse than her, with fatigue in the hoarseness.
Yan Cheng: "Hello, wife."
"Well, what's the matter?" Chen Jinyao tried to be patient.
There was a sudden silence for a few seconds during the call.
Yan Cheng stroked his face, stroked the stinging beard that grew out of staying up all night, and said vicissitudes: "I'm in the police station now, and I need you to release me on bail."
Chen Jinyao: "... What did you do?"
"Suspected of prostitution."