The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Wen Yao came out without wiping off the water on his body. He stood by the table, holding the mineral water bottle and drank a sip of water. The message he sent before entering the bathroom received a reply.
Wen Yao asked Huo Yanxi where he was going tonight, and Huo Yanxi said that a friend had made an appointment with him to play tennis.
The light fell on the tall body. The naked skin covered with a layer of water droplets was sensual, and the muscles exuded vigorous power.
After drinking the remaining water, Wen Yao flattened the bottle with one hand and threw it into the trash can with a "clang".
The neon lights on the street lit up, and Wen Yao took a taxi to the bar. The black hair on his forehead fell between his eyebrows. He carried a backpack in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket. He was in a good mood and humming a tune.
But before I entered the bar, I heard the voice of "Young Master Wen".
Wen Yao paused, turned slightly, and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit eating a packed lunch - that was Huo Yanxi's driver.
The middle-aged man was not sure at first what he meant by "Master Wen". Wen Yao turned his head, and the driver saw the earrings on his earlobes shining brightly under the street lights. His face looked gentle yet nonchalant, his features were familiar, but his temperament was strange.
The next moment, this strangeness disappeared in the other person's smiling face.
"Uncle Yang." Wen Yao quickly adjusted his expression, took his hands out of his pockets, and held the backpack with both hands.
The strange feeling just now seemed like an illusion.
Wen Yao: "Good evening."
Uncle Yang is Huo Yanxi's driver. His being here can only mean one thing.
"Good evening, Master Wen." Uncle Yang asked, "Master Wen, are you here to play?"
"I..." Wen Yao hesitated, "Is Brother Huo in there?"
Hearing this, Uncle Yang understood why he came here.
He has been with Huo Yanxi for several years and has seen many suitors pursuing him, but in the end there will be no good result.
He didn't say "yes" or "no", but smiled and said, "It's so late, Master Wen, go home and have a rest early."
"Yes, I will." Wen Yao smiled.
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The lights on the bar's dance floor flickered, and there was a mix of people. The booth in the corner was not so noisy. Huo Yanxi sat on the sofa, with Zhou Jingyuan next to him. A few men with dyed blond hair stood in a row in front of him. They bent down and called out, "Good evening, Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Jingyuan had a smile on his face and turned his head to look at the man next to him. Huo Yanxi was sitting on the sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced at him and then looked away.
"Is everyone here?" Zhou Jingyuan asked.
The manager said, "Yes, all for tonight are here."
I don't know why this Mr. Zhou suddenly became interested in the bar staff recently. He even asked him to bring all the employees with dyed blond hair over, whether they were the atmosphere crew or the waiters.
Zhou Jingyuan raised his hand and beckoned. The manager walked up to him and asked, "Didn't you say there was another bartender?"
"He hasn't come today." said the manager.
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