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Chapter 4: You are not drunk after all.

Chapter 4 "You are not drunk after all."

Yancheng is a prosperous metropolis, so even though it is close to midnight, the streets are still crowded and lively. For many people, the nightlife has just begun.

Recently, it happened to catch up with the construction of urban civilization. Light shows have been prepared near the main roads, and several bridges across the river have been newly decorated. As long as you drive along a few roads, you can see the brilliance and splendor, which is very beautiful.

However, the handsome young man who was driving did not seem to be in the mood to pay attention to the scenery along the way.

The car windows were closed, and the strong smell of alcohol was slowly fermenting and eroding his nerves. The drunkard leaning on the side kept coming over to talk to him. All this made him feel a little uncomfortable. He looked helpless and just wanted to quickly complete the task assigned by the manager and go home to rest.

But the drunkard seemed to be unaware that he did not want to talk more at this time, and I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, the man's attitude was even more enthusiastic than before.

"Do you like watches too?" It seemed to be asking, but the tone was very firm.

Qiao Mochuan's insight has always been extraordinary. He saw at a glance that this watch was the only thing of Lin Jianxi's body that was of some value. It was obvious that he had certain requirements for watches, not to mention that playing with watches is a hobby of many men.

"It's not that I like it, but I need to check the time when I take exams." Lin Jianxi replied naturally, and the hand holding the steering wheel turned, and the car turned into a branch road.

"This is for you, as a thank you gift for sending me home today." Qiao Mochuan didn't care about his answer, and casually picked up a royal blue gift box from the car and handed it over, "I hope you can get better results in the next exam." The

limited edition watch that had just been airlifted from Switzerland was just given away casually, but he didn't feel sorry at all, and said seriously: "Of course, if you can think of me when you look at the time, it would be even better."

There was a frivolous and seductive smile on his handsome face, and his low voice seemed to carry a sizzling electric current, full of temptation.

However, the person who received the gift did not appreciate it at all. He smiled and politely declined: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Qiao, but we have a rule that we cannot accept extra gifts from guests." This

is nonsense. How many waiters in the Deep Blue Bar rely on these "extra gifts" to make a living, and some even use this job as a springboard. Cao Liangwen's last lover was a bartender at the bar.

But Lin Jianxi's attitude was very firm, and his eyes were very sincere, so sincere that he didn't seem to be making excuses, let alone pretending to refuse. Qiao Mochuan

couldn't help but sneer, and his eyes turned and changed the subject: "You have to stand for such a long time every time you go to work as a waiter. Your feet must hurt, right? I think your shoes don't fit your feet very well."

Boys of this age who study in school, regardless of their family background, should have some interest in shoes under the influence of what they see and hear. It is also a topic worth showing off to buy a new limited edition.

However, Lin Jianxi did not follow the normal thinking at all: "Actually, walking back and forth is quite good for exercise, and I am not afraid of fatigue by nature, so any shoes are equally comfortable."