The Sea King Sends the Scumbags to the Crematorium | BL, MTL

Chapter 68: He would never be able to see anyone else again.

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"Of course I need it." Qiao Mochuan's tone rose slightly, "How about this, give me your contact information. My friends and I often have all-night parties. I'll ask for your service when I come here in the future."

There was a hint of alcohol in his mellow voice, and his deep and sexy voice was hard to refuse.

Moreover, it was obvious that what he said was out of consideration for his work-study program and a desire to kindly take care of his order. Most people would not be so ungrateful as to refuse.

But Lin Jianxi is obviously not an ordinary person.

He declined without even thinking about it, with a sincere apology on his face: "Thank you, but my shift changed in the early morning, I'm afraid I can't serve you, but I can ask my colleague to do it for you."

Qiao Mochuan: "..."

I almost forgot about this. As a college student, working part-time at night is the limit. If you often work all night, you may not be able to graduate.

However, this was the first time that he was rejected so bluntly. Qiao Mochuan's face immediately turned unhappy, so he replied calmly: "Forget it."

He is indeed willing to spend more time on difficult targets. But this kind of thing requires mutual consent. If the other party is too ignorant or too arrogant, he has no habit of trying to please the cold butt.

It's just a fake that can be replaced at any time, so you can't let people take advantage of it.

He took out a gold-stamped business card from his pocket and handed it over. His attitude was completely different from before: "When you have new products, remember to remind me."

Lin Jianxi knew in his heart that this was an insincere work number, but he still took it readily and put it carefully into his pocket.

Such gentleness made Qiao Mochuan's expression slightly relieved. He put down his wine glass and said nothing more.

Seeing the handsome young man carrying a tray and walking into the bar, the baby-faced man who had been watching from the booth next to him came over and said with a playful smile, pretending to be surprised: "You got him again?"

This is one of Qiao Mochuan's closest friends, Liang Jun, the young master of the Liang family. He is also a playboy. He also has an outstanding elder brother who is the pillar of the family. He is even more lawless and goes to the company to get off work as soon as he signs in every day and leaves.

After hearing what he said, Qiao Mochuan snorted without comment and moved the iced brandy on the table in front of him.

Liang Jun has never been sentimental. He grabbed the cup and drank two mouthfuls. He continued to gossip, "If you ask me, in terms of looks and figure, this guy is better than the eldest young master of the Lin family..."

He was interrupted by the harsh sound of glass colliding before he could finish his words. Then, the man's voice, suppressed with anger, sounded sinisterly: "Who the hell is he? How can he be compared with Xiaoyu?"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong." Liang Jun immediately raised his hands above his head to signal his surrender. After a pause, he pouted a little dissatisfiedly, "But you don't have to say that to the waiter!"

In fact, he would have kept quiet in the past, but today, after drinking a few more glasses, he started to talk more.

"I heard him speak so softly just now, like a little lark, so——"