After wearing the book, I took the heroine script

Chapter 37 [Forbidden Stealing]

When I arrived at the bar from Shenzhen, Duan Han had already opened a booth, and I was watching something with an ipad and earphones on.He took a closer look, only to find that the above was a ppt of the fund flow analysis of a project of their company.

The colorful lights on the dance floor next to it kept flickering, the music was deafening, and men and women danced close to each other, which formed a sharp contrast with Duan Han who was working alone.

Cong Shen: "..."

No,? Bro, really don't have to.

"Come here for a drink to see what work? There are so many beauties sitting here, but I don't want you to be Liu Xiahui." He sat down at the booth with ease, and beckoned to the waiter, "Two glasses of vodka."

"No,? Give me a whiskey."

Duan Han hadn't had a drink for a long time, and he drank vodka as soon as he came up, so he might be useless in the middle of the night.

"Old Duan, you can't drink enough, right? Why are you regressing when you're a big boss?" He patted him on the shoulder from deep, and he was surprised, "Do you remember that we skipped class to drink together in college? You don’t know how to pick up girls in the bar. When you come up, you’re one-on-one, and you’ve got a group of people to drink with… Why has your stomach degenerated after working for a few years?”

"The past was the past,? The present is the present. Are you still in your early 20s? According to that drinking method, ten iron stomachs are not enough for you."

Duan Han took the iced whiskey from the waiter, and the little boy touched his hand inadvertently, and did not leave after the touch, staring straight at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Cong Shen's eyes turned back and forth on the two of them, revealing a smile watching a play.

"..."

Duan Han glanced at him coldly, leaned back tactically, avoided the contact range with the little boy, and rejected him cryptically.

The little boy was not depressed either, he shrugged and turned around to make drinks for the next guest.

Smiling from deep, he approached him, pushed his shoulder, and smiled narrowly, "Oh, I haven't been in China for a long time, and I didn't even know that the charm of our old family has spread all over Kyushu. Why, I want to change my taste recently. ?”

When he said taste, he meant sexuality.

Duan Han didn't expect that his old friend's intuition in this aspect is still so keen after a long time.

He didn't deny it, "How did you guess that?"

"It's still guessing?" Cong Shen nodded his chin, his eyes fell on the waiter with thin shoulders and a very thin waist, and he was wearing a pair of tights, gossiping, "? You don't know, he is very famous in the circle. Gay young masters. There are often gays or couples in this bar who come to drink together, and everything has been verified by his eyes, and there are no purebred straight men."

It's rare for the little master to get on the horse once today. Although he said he didn't catch his eye, Cong Shen didn't think it was because the little master stumbled and teased the straight man by mistake.

Duan Han couldn't help laughing at this, but when he thought of a purebred straight man, he couldn't help but feel moved. It's a pity that Xiao Daren's family background is relatively well-off, and he only worked as a bartender in Qinghe's bar because he enjoyed happiness. Those who lack color are less likely to accept 'external employment'.

"Tell me." Cong Shen raised his wine glass and touched him with excitement, "How are you doing recently? Do you have a date or someone?"

The old antique Duan Han actually engages in such petty thoughts, he is still a man, and his heart itch from deep curiosity.

In the past, school time was not as dull as it is now. Teenagers in the rebellious period would climb over the wall, drink and play games all night, and even set up transformers to help roommates cook hot pot.Not only has strong hands-on ability, but also is handsome. He has never been chased by others in the four years in school.

But the old section has never talked about love.

One is that at that time he had a rebellious period, and he fought hard against his parents, so he didn't care about falling in love if he didn't feel happy; the other was that their major was the school's flagship major, and the teachers were stricter than other majors. The four people in their dormitory had to rely on Duan Han to get through their daily homework. The days went by like this, and the order lasted for four years.

After graduating from society, Duan Han first practiced in his own company for a period of time, feeling that it was not suitable for his development path, so he set up his own brand despite the objections of his family, and lived a life that is more than a social animal than a social animal.

Sometimes I have a deep feeling that maybe this friend of his will end up alone all his life, and he never thought that he would be able to rejuvenate again on the way to the third year.

"Not a partner." Duan Han took a sip of his wine, "Not a lover either."

As expected, Congshen became even more curious, "Who is that? Your subordinate? Or your partner? Do you like him? Does he like you?"

Duan Han didn't reveal too much information, he only said two words, "Straight man."

These two words have already marked the end of a series of questions from deep.

"Hey, aren't they straight guys? Can they bend? If not, let's not hang on a tree. How about I introduce some to you? They're all handsome guys with long legs and upturned buttocks. How about it?"

I have been wandering in the flowers for many years, and there is no concept of sticking to the end. In his concept, if you don’t like it, you can change it. There are so many flowers and plants, but it’s not moral to squeeze one of them. It’s not as good as rain and dew. Happy to come.

"……roll."

"That's right." Cong Shen was also not angry, and patted Duan Han's shoulder sympathetically, "Poor our old virgin, he managed to bloom a flower for the blind man."

"You are blind."

Duan Han took another sip of wine, he hadn't touched alcohol for a long time, and after just two drinks, he became a little over his head, and his voice was muffled.

It's the first time I've seen him look so frustrated.

He watched for a while, out of brotherly care, he clubbed Duan Han's elbow, trying to find an entry point, "Don't be too depressed, didn't you say that 60% of the people in the world have bisexual tendencies ?Many people say that they like someone, but in fact, they prefer to like the feeling of being in love."

As he talked deeply, he couldn't help but start bragging, "Have you ever asked him why he doesn't like you? Tell me, a Neptune of this level has never seen anyone who can't be seduced. "

"Is it?"

Duan Han was full of distrust.

"Why don't you even trust your brother?"

Cong Shen patted his shoulder dissatisfied, looked around for a long time, and randomly locked on a handsome man sitting at the bar drinking alone, and then walked over with the remaining half glass of wine.

Two minutes later, with an empty wine glass in his mouth, Congshen brought back the red dotted friend application on WeChat without leaving a kiss.

Duan Han: "..."

Ten seconds later, Congshen listened to the bedtime story of Duan Han and his family's "rich little nanny" with satisfaction.

When he heard that he confessed to Jiang Miao again in the car today, he gradually showed a frightened expression.

"No, no, no, no, I can't decide." He used several negative words again and again, "I don't have any feelings for you at all. You just said that you want to be together, get married, and want Plato's love. Isn't that obvious? Push people out of your arms?"

"Dating a relationship is like raising a stray cat. You are a cat slave and a passive partner, and he is a cat and an uncle." In order to make it easier for Duan Han to understand, he drew several analogies from the depths, "You just fed Just ordering food, just trying to abduct other people’s kittens home, and don’t even look at whether your house has a gold climbing frame or a silver cat nest, do you deserve it?”

Duan Han: "..."

The words are the same, and the reasoning is also the same, but why is it so unpleasant to hear.

"There are tens of millions of cat slaves in the world. If I lose one of you, I can still find the next owner." Looking at Fa Xiao from the bottom up and down, he hated iron and steel very much, "Look at you again, how many cats are there?" Stinky money, looks a bit handsome. Clothes are so old-fashioned... Don’t you know that suits are used as fun in the industry? You are probably the only one who can wear the 80s style of love and dedication.”

Duan Han: "..."

While talking, Cong Shen touched an apple from the fruit bowl, crunched a few bites, and continued vaguely, "I see you, if you really like him, give him some distance. If he treats you It's meaningless at all, just talk less and do more..."

Before he finished speaking, Duan Han's cell phone rang suddenly.

Under the dim light, the screen of his mobile phone was very bright, with the word Jiang Miao hanging on it.

I took a deep look at it, and it seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I saw it.

"Wait, I'm going out for a while."

Duan Han immediately put Cong Shen behind him, he squeezed through the crowd, walked out of the bar gate, and found a quiet place to answer the phone.

"……Hey?"

Jiang Miao's hoarse voice gradually came from beside her ears, "Sister Chen, why did you answer..."

It turned out to be a typo.

Duan Han remembered what Cong Shen said, and was hesitant when he suddenly heard the sound of clothes being rubbed in his ears. Jiang Miao turned over and said with a strong nasal voice, "Sister Chen, I have a fever... I don't know where to put the medicine, can you order me a takeaway?"

He sucked his nose heavily and rubbed his eyes hard, but he still felt dizzy when looking at the screen, and said with difficulty, "Isatidis root, and then there are fever-reducing patches..."

Before he could finish speaking, his hand lost some strength, and the phone landed on the soft carpet with a clatter.

"Jiang Miao?"

Duan Han yelled a few more times, only a little bit of broken words could be heard in his ears, he must have been burned out.

He glanced at the time, it was already 12:30 in the evening.

It takes about two hours to drive back from Qinghe City.

But looking at Jiang Miao's blurred appearance on the phone, I don't know how many degrees he has burned.

Without delay, Duan Han immediately called his special assistant and told her that a friend had a fever at home and suspected signs of coma, please bring her medicine to take a look, and if it is serious, send it to the hospital immediately.

After waiting for a long time and still not seeing anyone, Congshen was bored with drinking, and the man he picked up just now kept sending him messages, which was boring.He simply went out to have a look, and he was so fucking dumbfounded.

No, how about going out to answer the phone as agreed?Why did the people disappear and the car parked at the door disappeared? ? ?

The author has something to say: You heard me wrong, he went to pick up his wife. (witty) Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate the nutrient solution~

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