You Are Deep in The Stars

“Ignore them, do you need another drink?” The bartender tapped the glass with a spoon, “I used blue orange liqueur, we call it Star.”

“Okay, thank you.” Bai Xi turned around and looked again, unable to help but lean over and ask, “Do they have a good relationship?”

“Of course,” The bartender poured blue wine into the glass, looked up at him with a mysterious smile, “Extraordinarily close, you definitely can’t imagine the relationship.”

Bai Xi said from the bottom of his heart: “I think I can still imagine it.”

The bartender put the wine glass in front of him and said casually: “Three silver coins.”

Bai Xi was stunned: “What?”

“Cough,” the bartender adjusted his expression and showed a standard smile with sharp teeth, “I mean, I’m treating you.”

“I’m so sorry, you better put it on Mr. Han’s account.” Bai Xi took a sip of wine and raised his fingers at him and said, “Any more gossip?”

“There are a lot, but I can’t talk about it now,” The bartender leaned his upper body across the bar, his eyes shining with excitement, “If you are willing to give me a call-”

“He’s not willing.” Han Zhuo interrupted coldly.

The bartender gave a dull “tsk” and turned around to work on the other side.

“Why did you come back alone?” Bai Xi glanced behind him and stretched out his hand to gesture, “Where is that beautiful sister?”

“We just talked about business,” Han Zhuo picked up the wine glass and touched the bridge of his nose said, “You are forbidden to think weirdly.”

“I don’t believe it,” Bai Xi’s eyes were sharp, “Be honest.”

“Really, it’s nothing,” Han Zhuo couldn’t laugh or cry, “I will tell you about this in the future, but it’s definitely not what you think. Do you understand?”

Bai Xi replied: “I don’t really understand, so what were you talking about just now?”

Han Zhuo said without thinking: “We were talking about her latest boyfriend.”

A diamond ring flew from the darkness on the second floor, accompanied by the smell of high-end perfume, and hit Mr. Han hard on the head.

Han Zhuo continued to drink without changing his expression.

Bai Xi was shocked: “Is the relationship so bad?”

Han Zhuo really didn’t want to answer his question, so he ordered another glass of wine.

Bai Xi patted his back and said in an experienced tone: “I understand, I understand.”

Han Zhuo: “…”

In fact, the content of the conversation between the two just now was indeed related to Bai Xi, or to be more precise, it was related to Bai Xi’s friend, Liu Chunchun.

Domestic first-class university, first-class major and outstanding fresh graduate, there were plenty of opportunities to choose for him. Liu Chunchun knew this in his heart, so he was not in a hurry at all. After recovering from his injury, he went back to his hometown to stay with his parents for half a month. It was not until yesterday that he rushed back with souvenirs and planned to submit his resume to find a job.

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“Liu Chunchun?” Han Zhuo was a little surprised when he heard this.

“Huang Jingyuan once obtained his information,” Daisy said, “I think it is necessary to remind you of this matter. They may offer generous terms to get close to this person… I don’t know whether he is lucky or unlucky.”

“I’ll pay attention,” Han Zhuo put the wine glass back on the table, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Daisy blew out a heart-shaped smoke ring at him, “But this guest of yours, he doesn’t look like an ordinary earthling like you said.”

“What do you mean?” Han Zhuo frowned.

“He is an extraordinary and beautiful earthling,” Daisy smiled and leaned back on the sofa, lifted her diamond-encrusted slippers on her toes, and squinted her eyes sideways, “Enjoy this night, handsome boy, I’m treating you.”

.5

Han Zhuo ordered the fifth glass of wine tonight.

Bai Xi laid on the side eating French fries.

The noise started again. It was the drinkers playing a game. Everyone received a number plate. The bartender stood on the bar and pulled out a number and shouted: “Fifteen, who is fifteen?”

“Me!” Bai Xi raised his hand.

“Great, let’s look at another number, another…” The bartender took out his number plate from his trouser pocket, opened it, and a smile froze on his face, fifteen?

Han Zhuo slapped a piece of paper on the bar, fifteen.

“This is impossible!” the bartender screamed.

“Why is it impossible?” Han Zhuo asked, his tone was lazy, and there was obvious provocation and threat in his eyes.

The bartender shrank his neck and lost his arrogance.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” The others cheered.

Bai Xi reached out to pick up the wine glass.

“I’ll do it,” Han Zhuo blocked him, “From now on, you can only drink juice.”

“No,” Bai Xi said, “That will be boring.”

Han Zhuo ignored the protest, held his wrist with one hand. He picked up the huge wine glass with one hand and drank it down in one gulp.

There were screams, laughter, and banging.

“You’re going to be drunk,” Bai Xi said loudly in his ear.

“I won’t get drunk,” Han Zhuo threw the glass back to the bar and casually put his arm around his shoulders, “Let’s go home.”