When they arrived at the bar, it was more than an hour later than usual. Nianyang wanted to blame Tang Zhe, but Tang Zhe was not a good person for eating. When he saw Nianyang's eyes glance at him, he pretended to have an innocent expression. Seeing his artificial little look, Nianyang had goose bumps and his anger was mostly disgusted, so he was too lazy to care about him.

The bar business was always very hot in the first half of the night, and the drunken men and women were living together in groups of three or five.

Looking at the people who are addicted to the lights and green willows in front of me, Nian Yang couldn't help but sigh. There are always some people in the world who want to find the meaning of life in wine. It is not that the temporary joy brought by alcohol paralysis is bad, but the sincere feeling is like scooping pearls on the beach. There are pearls in the sand. Because the shells are in the sand, you cannot find pearls in the sand, because the shells will not spit pearls into the sand for no reason. Occasionally intoxicated can empty yourself, but after excessive destruction, are you still yourself?

The world in life is always like this. Sensual people are lamenting the world, but they have inadvertently lamented themselves. In the near future, Nian Yang will sink and be lost. Of course, these are stories of the future, stories that Nian Yang has never known, and he also doesn't know, in the future stories, what kind of people are left around him...

Nian Yang was mixing a bartender for the guests at the counter. Tang Zhe half wore his mask and used a straw to taste the rum that Nian Yang had cooked for him. The crystal glass of wine, the light blue wine, and a sickly beautiful boy with blurred eyes. It was like a beautiful scenery, and it was presented naked to people. It made countless girls who were confused by alcohol soar, and they were confused and eager to try.

Sure enough, the first bold girl sat next to Tang Zhe with a wine glass, gently stroked the marble tabletop of the bar with her sequin-covered nails, and slowly glanced at Tang Zhe with her shiny eyes.

"Handsome guy, are you interested in having a drink with me?" the girl said in a sweet voice, and her body couldn't help but tilt towards Tang Zhe while she was talking.

Obviously, Tang Zhe, as a young master, had already become familiar with such a chat. He glanced at the girl with a slightly closed eyes, and there was no more expression than that.

"Handsome guy, don't you let it go?" the girl continued to speak in a soft voice. While she was talking, her breasts were pushed hard, revealing most of them.

"Yes, everyone is out to play." At this time, another girl sat next to Tang Zhe.

After Nian Yang finished the last glass of wine, he also noticed the situation on Tang Zhe. He had seen such scenes before, but he had seen them a lot. However, when he saw Tang Zhe in such a scene, an inexplicable disgust suddenly arose in his heart.

In a short while, many girls gathered around Tang Zhe, and Tang Zhe did not bow anymore and completely let go of himself. They talked and laughed, and Tang Zhe smiled very happily. He acted at ease in such a scene, like a bee in a flower bush, buzzing, picking every flower that catches his eyes. Of course, Tang Zhe is a veteran of this, he is a rich young man from the Tang Group, and he should be such a person.

The girls started to use the reason for handing over the wine, and Tang Zhe also started to instinctively ask for it from the girls with good reasons for drinking. There may be no reason or reason in such a happy scene, because this is a game, a game with only rules and no emotions and reasons, an adult game, and a game that does not need to be responsible. Although he doesn't like Nian Yang, not everyone is like Nian Yang. At least Tang Zhe is different from Nian Yang.

Many people may not believe it when they say it. Nian Yang opens a bar, but hates such a scene where they are crazy, each with their needs and are shameless. Of course, some people will not believe it, even Nian Yang himself does not believe it, because he is like a bitch who has established a chastity arch. Perhaps he doesn't believe it either. Maybe Tang Zhe doesn't believe it. Which man doesn't love such a moment when he can eat freely? There is a man who doesn't yearn for such a madness that originates from primitive.

But he just felt disgusted. Although he could not say it, he felt uncomfortable. Perhaps, if the person sitting there was someone he didn't know, he could still think that he hadn't seen it, but the person sitting there was indeed Tang Zhe, a friend he had known recently, who wanted to stick to his house. Tang Zhe was angry with his family, and Tang Zhe, who he recognized.

Nian Yang turned his head aside, no longer looking at that direction, and kept reminding himself in his heart: He will do whatever he likes, what does it have to do with you, what does it have to do with you...

But there are some things that you can never control, just like wounds on your face. The wounds can heal, but the scars will always be where they are. There was a wound here. Now, Nian Yang is like this for Tang Zhe. Although he doesn't want to, he will always change it, making people unable to defend against it.

That night, Nian Yang never looked at that direction again, and tried to find something for himself to do so that he could not be leisurely and distinguish which words of laughter came from. But even so, the instinctive mentality of trying to stay away from Tang Zhe still became uninvoluntarily.

Perhaps, this is called instinct! All creatures in the world will instinctively stay away from things they don’t like, and so is Nian Yang. But what’s going on with that inexplicable reluctance? Nian Yang is becoming more and more confused about himself. Sometimes he really doesn’t know what he is thinking, wanting, and loving.
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