An Zhiyi had the courage to sneak out from under Zhou Muchi's nose.
She never imagined that Zhou Tuchi would take her back to the house he bought himself in order to prevent her from running around.
Fortunately, Zhou Wuchi had work and couldn't keep an eye on her, so she was able to sneak out.
I took a taxi to LE Bar.
In the midst of the feasting and feasting, An Zhiyi took off his windbreaker and threw it to the seat he had reserved in advance. His eyes fell on the woman who had already performed on stage.
The woman has neat short hair, standard heavy metal makeup, a pair of narrow eyes that are cool and cold, paired with red lips, jeans and long boots, she is simply cool to An Zhiyi's heart.
She sat in a very conspicuous position to ensure that the woman on the stage would notice her at first glance.
A woman is also called a thorn, and her personality is like the thorns of a thorn. She is very difficult to deal with.
Thorns sang on the stage for a long time, and the men who struck up a conversation came one after another. On the table in front of her were glasses of wine.
Some were ordered by her and some were given by other men.
"Why are you here again." Thorns came out, his voice was cold and a little hoarse: "I told you, I can't leave."
An Zhiyi pushed the drink she ordered over: "You name a price, and I'll pay the liquidated damages for you."
She does things casually and wants to get whatever she likes. Just like she likes thorns now, she is willing to spend any amount of money.
"It's not about money." Jingji didn't answer: "You can't control this matter."
If it’s not money, it’s people.
The owner of this store refused to let her go, and An Zhiyi could understand. After all, Jingjia was very popular now, and the store's business would definitely be affected if she left.
She knocked on the table, wondering who owned the bar.
"Jijiang, you sing so well. Come, let's have a drink." A tall, thin drunk man, smelling of cigarettes, forced a glass of wine to Jingjia. His hand fell on Jingjia's shoulder and squeezed: "Don't you want it?" Refuse me……"
Jingji glanced at An Zhiyi, waved away the man's hand and said coldly: "I won't accompany you to drink."
"This is my appreciation for you!" Not to be outdone, the man's hand held the thorn's hand, rubbed it with his thumb, and spoke with a bit of a tongue: "Don't be ungrateful!"
Thorns wanted to take his hand out, but the man held it tighter.
An Zhiyi raised her hand and called the bartender.
"It's useless." Thorns said solemnly, "The bartender won't care."
An Zhiyi frowned.
Just like what Jingjie said, the bartender came over to take a look at the person, and just explained to An Zhiyi that this was a normal phenomenon, saying that with someone like Jingjie, the more wine he sells, the more money he makes.
And this drunkard is a VIP of LE Bar, and the bartender will not offend him easily.
"Let go." Jingjia pushed the man who was approaching with one hand, and turned to avoid the wine that was handed to his mouth, a little distracted.
Seeing that the man was about to move against the thorns, except for some evasive movements, the thorns showed no intention of struggling, as if he was worried about getting into trouble.
An Zhiyi licked the corners of her lips, stood up and supported the table and said, "Come with me, I'll help you."
Before Thorns could speak, a cold light flashed.
The liquid with a strong aroma of wine splashed all over his face.
There was a bang, and there was broken glass at my feet.
An Zhiyi closed her eyes.
"You got into trouble." Thorns shook off the man's hand, and the man fell straight to the ground. She squatted down and took a look to make sure he was still alive: "Let's go now."
An Zhiyi sat back down again, glanced at the people scattered around, kicked the broken glass under the light, and said casually: "Then are you following me?"
"You're drunk." Thorns said solemnly, "I don't negotiate terms with drunkards."
An Zhiyi's face tends to get red when she drinks, so her cheeks are a little red, but it's not that bad when she's drunk.
She looked at the group of people coming here, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "It seems that my sincerity is not enough."
