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- Who is that, Mister Jiang? – Wen Ning whispered, watching his colleague furiously make some tea now. – That one, over there, talking to Mister Lan?
- An asshole, no doubt. - Jiang Wanyin grunted. – I am borrowing some of your tea. The other spoilt asshole wanted some.
Wen Ning smiled a little (or at least he did his best to smile), and just nodded.
- Yes. Yes, of course. Help yourself. Any time! It's indeed very healthy. – he spoke, and he himself believed that he spoke softly, but Jiang Cheng only heard grumbling because of the boy's deep voice.
- Huh. – he puffed.
Wen Ning watched now, as he grabbed the glass and the cup, and just walked off to serve those. He shook his head. Something was happening, and it was big. He didn't quite understand everything, but there was tension all over the place, and he felt that quite undeniably.
It was a good thing he had come to work a little earlier tonight. He was bored at home, and his brain was buzzing because of all the chapters he had to cram into his skull today already, but coming here somehow brought him peace. Working at the bar was easy for him, and he felt some kind of serenity, spending time here.
Well, mostly. The night when that awful man had come... yea, that same morning he could not fall asleep at all! But at least now he was glad that both Mister Jiang and Mister Lan knew about it, were warned.
What was going to happen with them? And who was that cold and scary-looking guy? He looked... massive. Like a building. Or a piece of antique furniture. He was a match to Mister Lan himself, and that truly was saying something!!!
The man reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He shook his head again.
They were going to be fine. He had to start his shift, not minding that it was half an hour too early for that. Mister Jiang had more important stuff to take care of.
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Jiang Wanyin slammed the fizzy water on the table in front of the attractive asshole, and then he fussily did the same with the cup of tea, only this time he hissed at Lan Huan:
- Be careful, the tea is hot, you moron!
Lan Xichen grinned, and his eyes were absolutely and 100% fixated on the pretty collarbone that his lover was teasing him with tonight. He licked his lips – he definitely wanted his shirt off. Damn, he wanted all of his clothes off!
- Come, honey. Come, sit with us? – he invited him, offering him his hand.
- There are only two chairs, you idiot! - Jiang Cheng scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest.
- Not a problem, honey! – Lan Huan purred.
Brent didn't quite manage to follow what happened next, mostly because it happened very fast, but his logical mind reconstructed the trajectory of Mister Lan's movements. Apparently, he had reached out for one of the hoops in Jiang Cheng's belt and hooked his finger through it, pulling him in with such a force that the smaller man staggered, shaken off-balance, his arms coming undone from their previous position, and the pull was so strong that he effectively fell into Mister Lan's lap, crashing down onto him with a gasp, surprised by the rushed movement.
