THE SONG FAMILY WIFE IS NOT EASY TO MESS WITH - Chapter 33
Song met from Zhuhai back to the imperial capital is like a mud ox into the sea, into the new project, flew a trip to New York, and stayed in Washington for a week, leisure time is pathetic, Gu Shaoning in the group organization racing he did not answer.
Once people are busy, they do not want to think about messy things, but Song met so busy that even sleep is not good, always feel that something is missing in the heart, so that people can not be energized.
He thought, probably because the days abroad are too boring, there is nothing else to do but work. After returning to China, he was finally able to take a breath and relax a little, so he sent a message to the group and asked his friends to come out for a drink.
The only one who was free was Zhao Yichen, who readily agreed to go on the date: “Where is the date?”
Two people drinking is better than one person drinking, although Song encounter a bit dislike Zhao Yichen chatty nature. He thought about it for a moment and didn’t think about where to go, he hadn’t spent much time in China, most of the time at work, and was really not familiar with places to spend time.
Zhao Yichen was familiar with it, and when he saw that he couldn’t decide, he listed a lot of names of entertainment clubs and bars, and introduced the characteristics of each one with great enthusiasm.
An idea flashed through Song met’s head and he caught it: “Go to that bar in Zhongcheng.”
“Zhongcheng?” Zhao Yichen didn’t remember who this person was for a moment; it wasn’t in any of the bars he listed.
Song met gave a hint: “When I just returned to China, the place where I picked up the pieces.”
Zhao Yichen closed his eyes and thought for a while, finally remembering the bar with a great sense of design, and teased, “If you say the bar where Meng Jianwei removed his arm, I’ll be impressed.”
Song met: “……”
He regretted that agreeing to drink with Zhao Yichen tonight was a mistake.
He didn’t even have time to settle accounts with Zhao Yichen for his nonsense last time about the circle of friends, and now his circle of close friends all think he’s chasing Meng Jianwei, and Xu Zhan even made a special transatlantic phone call to ask him if it was true ……
The two of them arrived at the bar at about the same time, and met at the entrance, where Zhao Yichen almost chased the rear of Song Yu’s car. The two of them met at the entrance and almost chased the rear end of Song’s car. Song met got out of the car and scolded him mercilessly.
The two went in through the front door, around the wall with a sense of technology, Song met pushed open the door on the right, closest to the bar, his eyes first fell behind the bar, but unfortunately did not see Meng Jianwei, only a bartender wearing a white shirt with a black suit vest, tied with a bow tie.
He had a small copper-colored tray in front of him, on which four cocktails of different colors were placed, and he was mixing the fifth one, probably ordered by the guests at which table.
Zhao Yichen was two steps behind, and when he came over, he saw that Song was standing still, so he followed his line of sight: “What are you looking at? Interested in cocktails?”
They generally drink red wine, do not see this is a small bar, the collection of red wine is actually quite a lot, the last time I came over to drink two bottles of not bad, the year is also enough.
Song met retracted his gaze, no extra expression on his face, one hand into his trouser pocket, mentioning steps upstairs, dropping a sentence: “Not interested.”
Although it is a party of two people, as usual, booked a luxury box, opened two bottles of red wine, poured into the sober drinker. Zhao Yichen was holding three dice in his hand, rolling them backwards and forwards, leaning his upper body on the back of the chair, looking at Song with a smile, “I said you’re not here to seek revenge today, right?”
Song met since sitting down in a daze, completely did not pay attention to what Zhao Yichen was saying, only by the word “seeking revenge” to guess what he said, suddenly face up, raised his leg to kick him: “You still have the face to mention it to me!
Zhao Yichen, as if he had the ability to foresee, quickly dodged before his leg swept over, and the dice in his hand fell, tinkling on the floor and rolling far away.
“Was it you who let out the word that I like Meng Jianwei?” Song met lazily with him, put away the long legs, leaned over to pick up the sobriety machine, and poured himself a glass of red wine.
Zhao Yichen smiled, shouted a wrong: “You posted Meng Jianwei’s photo in your circle of friends late at night, and blame me for misunderstanding? You ask others if they think so too.”
Song met a sip of wine, eyes lightly looking at him, as if thinking how to teach him a lesson. Zhao Yichen slowly poured himself a glass of red wine, held it in his hand without drinking, gently shook the glass and smiled fearlessly, “Don’t be embarrassed to admit it, aren’t you annoyed and angry because I said what you think?”
“Who’s annoyed?”
“Not me anyway.”
“……”
Song met put down his glass and was about to leave, Zhao Yichen hurriedly changed his tone: “OK, OK, OK, I was thinking too much. You have no interest in Meng Jianwei, you definitely will not like her, and it is impossible to chase her, even if she is the only woman left in the world, you choose to die alone. That’s all right, right?” After saying that, he lowered his eyes and began to reflect on himself, a moment later, in order to show sincerity, raised a hand and swore, “In fact, I really did not think you chase Meng Jianwei, I think you at most found her very personality, look at her a few more. After all, with Meng Jianwei’s style of action, I don’t think you can hold her down.”
Song met a sip of wine in the cup, coldly hummed, do not know whether it is silent refutation of his words, or to compete with themselves.
The two of them drank wine and chatted with each other, the topic mostly revolving around work. An hour and a half later, it was announced that the party was over. Song met the bureau, naturally, he paid the bill.
When he took out his bank card, Zhao Yichen was a bit speechless, how long has it been since he returned to China and still hasn’t learned to pay with his cell phone, he shook his head and handed over his own phone.
The two walked downstairs one after the other, and when they stepped on the penultimate three steps, Song met and stopped.
The time has just passed 9:30, the first floor lobby of the bar is more lively than when you came to know how many times, a glance over almost no spare seats, the dance floor is boiling over, men and women twisted together to follow the rhythm of the music swaying body, heavy metal music filled every corner of the hall, the eardrums are trembling.
Across the crowded aisle, Song met saw the bar side, Meng Jianwei wearing a small black dress, carrying a sports fanny pack, her back to his side, nodding rhythmically, pink hair in the colorful rotating light constantly changing. She held a cocktail in her hand, as if thirsty for a long time general gulp down, obviously only see the small half of the side of the face, but can imagine her cheerful expression.
Song met immediately tugged a hand Zhao Yichen, think not to say: “suddenly want to drink cocktails, we find a place to sit a little longer.”
Zhao Yichen looked back at him suspiciously, didn’t he say he wasn’t interested?
There are not many empty seats in the hall, the two of them passed through the bustling crowd and finally found two rows of empty card seats near the wall.
Song met just sat down, the waiter came over with the wine list and bent down to ask the two what to drink. Zhao Yichen took a look at it, ordered a glass of B-52 Bomber, turned his head and asked Song Shuo, “What do you want to drink?”
Song met casually pointed out on the wine list, probably he himself did not see what cocktail was ordered, Zhao Yichen glanced at the drink he ordered, raised his eyebrows and smiled: “Wow! first love, first love.”
The waiter took the wine list and turned around to leave, Song met inclined his head and looked in the direction of the bar again, where there was no longer Meng Jianwei’s figure, he straightened up, his eyes bounced around, still did not find where she was.
—— off-topic… —
Zhao Xiaowu: Song Xiaohachi is really a man with a heart of gold, not worthy of being my friend, not at all frank!
Xiao Hachi: Roll roll roll roll roll!