Note:
Ummm, maybe 🔞? I personally don't think so, but be warned: some explicit content ahead.
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This chapter is a reference to Chapters 48 and 105 of this book.
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Corresponding chapters in WangXian [MDZS Modern AU]: Trial And Error :
[Speed.]
[=Heart‖Lock=]
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Link: https://twitter.com/LeJiujiu/status/1616034555991064576
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"The Pretty Englishwoman" is an old-fashioned pet name, used lovingly for the Rolls Royce car make.
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The Rolls Royce got parked in the ridiculous alley, where the sex shop was situated. Jiang Wanyin reached back and grabbed his jacket from the back seat.
- I'll call you when it's time to pick me up. Go have lunch, or whatever! I don't give a damn. – he mumbled, putting it on.
- Very well, sir. – Brent replied coolly.
He cast a suspicious look at him, quite askew.
- You're just gonna follow my ass around town now, ain't you?
- I cannot guarantee that, and really cannot comment, sir.
- Huan put you up to this, didn't he?! – he hissed now, glaring at the stone-mask of a face.
- I'm not at liberty to comment, sir. – Brent reiterated maddeningly patiently.
- Yea, fuck that!!! – he hissed again and just slammed the door on his way out, thus making Brent's heart sink a little.
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Of course, he had no intention of letting Mister Jiang wander off his sight today, and not just because Mister Lan had explicitly ordered him so. Well... asked him so.
The things the young bartender had just told him shook him a little.
Yes, the young man was definitely more than met the eye.
He now observed as the lean bartender actually approached the place, shyly, and lingered at the door, as if hesitating whether to get inside or not. Why might that be?
He was going to know very soon. Once his boss got inside, he was going to peek through the window, discreetly, of course.
Of course.
He made a new mental note to select better clothes for himself next time. Something darker.
Black. Grey.
So that he could merge with the shadows, in the corners. So that he could blend in, into the night.
A drop of muddy dark ink inside the pristine bowels of that pure-white Rolls Royce.
He smiled faintly. For some reason he found this thought hugely satisfying.
"The pretty Englishwoman is mine now. This is what the Boss said." – he afforded a light smirk.
He really liked that car.
He only had one regret so far: he had missed Miss Stella's delicious lunch. And he skipped dinner last night.
