Wen Shuyi made appointments with Ye Tushen several times, but he always put her off.
Today, she called again, "Brother Shen, I miss you."
"I'm busy, please be good." Ye Tu frowned deeply and sounded a little impatient.
Recently, Ye Tushen was so busy with company projects and copyright matters that he had no time to coax her.
"Can't you stay with me today?" Wen Shuyi's pitiful voice, carrying a bit of resentment, came from the mobile phone.
Ye Tushen didn't realize it at all and said coldly, "Be good."
"Okay, go ahead and get busy. I also want you to accompany me to see Senior Sister Jiang's first performance."
Wen Shuyi sighed with a little regret.
Hearing her mention Jiang Yang, Ye Tushen's eyebrows suddenly tightened. He was free from all the things he was busy with. He raised his eyebrows first and said in a nonchalant tone: "What kind of performance?"
"Don't you know? Sister Jiangyang works part-time as a dancer at Ye Liang's bar. Today is the first day of work. I'm going to support Sister Jiangyang."
Wen Shuyi's tone was brisk and her smile was sweet, as if she had a close relationship with Jiang Yang.
Ye Tu's cold, boney hands rested on the table, and his long fingers tapped on the table.
He said coldly: "Don't go to places like bars."
"It's okay. Didn't Senior Sister Jiang go there too? She's still working there. Brother Shen, don't be too biased."
Wen Shuyi's words seemed to be spoken absentmindedly, but upon closer inspection, there was a profound meaning between the lines.
Ye Tu closed his eyes deeply, his cold breath became heavier, and he exhaled softly: "You are different from her."
Wen Shuyi murmured softly: "What's the difference?"
"You're a good girl, she's not."
Ye Tushen opened his eyes and pressed his eyelids down emotionlessly: "What time will I pick you up tonight?"
…
Nine o'clock in the evening, drunken bar.
It was Jiangyang's first time performing in a bar, so she was inevitably nervous.
She sat in the dressing room, looking at herself in the mirror, slightly lost in thought.
The rich makeup covered her facial features, exuding a romantic beauty, glamorous and messy.
Jiang Yang looked back, it wasn't a deal of selling one's flesh and blood, it was just a dance.
From time to time, a figure appeared in front of the mirror. His scornful eyes rested on the mirror, falling on Jiang Yang's face, and he looked at it carefully for a while: "Not bad, quite - attractive."
He paused deliberately and raised his eyelids evilly.
Jiangyang pursed her lips slightly and turned a deaf ear to Ye Liang's teasing.
"Good luck with your show."
The corners of Ye Liang's lips raised didn't look like a sincere wish.
Jiang Yang looked away and said softly: "Thank you."
She stood up quietly, bypassed Ye Liang, and walked out of the dressing room. As soon as she left the door, the chaotic music rushed down, making people upset.
Under the leadership of the podium, Jiang Yang walked onto the stage. The intersecting light flickered back and forth, and the environment was dim and dark. Prompted by the restless atmosphere, Jiang Yang took the first step.
She twists her slender waist, dances boldly and provocatively, and touches softly and brightly.
She has a delicate body and a soft body. No matter which angle she looks at, she is extremely alluring and eye-catching.
"Wow, Brother Shen, I saw Senior Sister Jiang. Look, Senior Sister Jiang dances so charmingly and so hotly."
Wen Shuyi stood up excitedly in the booth, and she didn't forget to drag Ye Tushen with her.
Ye Tu's intimidating eyes passed over and stopped on Jiang Yang's body, his brows slightly furrowed.
Anyone who is despicable enough dares to show off in front of so many people?
Jiang Yang on the stage paused for a moment, and there was an inexplicable chill behind him, which was gloomy.
