Sir, he is paranoid

Chapter 2 His Beauty
There was an incomparably coquettish smile on the corner of the young man's lips, but the way he looked at her was lifeless, like a dead sea.

Slowly, he raised his right hand and hooked the little finger of her left hand: "Hanging with a hook, it won't change for 100 years. Kiki, you taught me this."

She stared blankly at the intertwined fingers, at his face so close.

Yes...that was the gesture she had taught him, the promise.

And now, he is promising her an agreement that they cannot go back on their word!

When Xia Qi went to work at night, she heard Liu Meimei, who was also a waiter, say that a famous person seemed to come to the clubhouse at night, and Manager Wang personally welcomed her into the box.

In this club, Manager Wang rarely greets guests on his own initiative. In other words, the guests who can be greeted by the manager are usually those with extremely strong backgrounds.

"Among that group of people, they all respect a man who looks quite young. That man is quite handsome, but those eyes..." Liu Meimei stopped talking suddenly.

"What happened to those eyes?" Xia Qi asked.

"It's hard to describe. It's like when he looks at me, I feel like a dead thing. Those eyes don't have any ups and downs at all, they're just... yes, hollow!" Liu Meimei managed to find an adjective.

empty...

In Xia Qi's mind, a pair of eyes that were as bright and beautiful as the stars but empty flashed across her mind. They were eyes that were almost buried deep in her memory.

"Qiqi, I will let you go for only ten years. After ten years, you should belong to me completely."

In her memory, that person's voice was clear and cold, but it was like a spell, which made her wake up from her dream every night.

Is that a promise?Still a joke?
After tidying up a table in the lobby outside, Xia Qi carried the dishes into the kitchen, and heard several waiters talking in the kitchen that there seemed to be something wrong with a certain box. A waiter, in order to arouse The guest's attention, and "accidentally" spilled wine on the guest's clothes.

Xia Qi put the plate down, walked out of the kitchen, and saw Manager Wang with a livid face. After seeing Xia Qi, he said coldly: "Go to the wine cellar and get three bottles of 73-year-old Lafite to sleep with." Court box."

There are not many red wines from 73, even in clubs, there are not many stocks.

Xia Qi took three bottles of red wine, carried the tray, and walked to the door of the box. She heard the woman's sobbing and the man's laughing and mocking voice: "Manager Wang, how do you think this matter will end? Your waiter here Yingsheng is not easy to provoke someone, but she wants to provoke someone she shouldn't..."

When Xia Qi entered, Manager Wang was courting her in a low voice, while Liu Meimei shrank aside, trembling all over, her face was smeared from crying, and there were obvious red palm marks on her face.

Those guests, standing or sitting, looked disdainful, playful, and purely watching the fun.

There was only one person, with his head down, playing with his mobile phone slowly, as if the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him at all.

From Xia Qi's point of view, one can see the almost flawless side profile of the other party, straight nose bridge, and jet-black hair. Because of lowering the head, it hangs down in front of the smooth and full forehead, which also covers the man's eyes.But even so, it can be felt that this should be a very beautiful man.

(End of this chapter)