I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 499 Wen Huaizhi Is Drunk
"Give me a glass of Traffic Light."

The man was already sitting in front of the bar, his shirt collar was unbuttoned, it was already loose, and the cuffs were also folded up, revealing his handsome and thin wrists.

The shirt on his body has been slightly wrinkled, but this does not hinder his noble temperament at all.

Jiang Chacha immediately whispered to the bartender next to her, and when she turned around, she saw him sitting in front of her with a hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

Jiang Chacha's heart slowly dropped.

She was almost scared to death just now.

Just now Wen Huaizhi walked over when she was not paying attention, making her think that he had discovered her and she had revealed her secrets for the first time.

As a result, he sat down straight after ordering a glass of wine.

He was drunk, but he looked sober.

There is no embarrassment, even if he is sitting in a nightclub, he looks like he is wearing a white suit, polite and gentle.

He doesn't seem to recognize himself now.

As for not knowing how drunk he is now, and how much sanity he had left when he was drunk, Jiang Chacha doesn't know.

So she buried her head and tried to reduce her sense of existence.

"What's your name."

She stiffened.

Damn, does the drunk Wen Huaizhi still have the habit of talking to people? ? ?
She said nothing.

Mom told her not to talk to drunks.

She was sober enough to see how much he had been drunk.

But now he is sitting in front of her in a gentle manner, young and mature, with the sexy and mature atmosphere of an adult on his body, the smell of alcohol is stained on his shirt, and it gets into her nasal cavity a little bit, she will get drunk after smelling too much.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, he sat there alone, not sure if he fell asleep or what.

He lay on the bar and squinted for a while.

It was the first time for Jiang Chacha to see him so tired. He rested his head on his arms. Even if he lay on his stomach to take a rest, in this basically unconscious state, his body was not relaxed. It seemed that he would never relax. In a state where no mistakes are allowed and no breaks are allowed.

He was like a screw being screwed.

His hair color is very black, and Jiang Chacha has never seen such a thick hair color.His stubble was black and hard, and she thought it must be very uncomfortable to touch.

Just when she was in a daze, the man suddenly raised his head. Through the lens, he frowned slightly, and smiled at her politely.

"You look as small as I am."

Ginger Chacha, who was wearing a mask, froze again.

Seeing her lower her head again, Wen Huaizhi smiled again, "You look like you're underage."

Ginger Chacha was silent.

She was pretty sure by now that he was drunk.

Because if it was Wen Huaizhi who was sober, he would never speak like this, and he would definitely recognize her the first second he saw her.

Because, he had already been lied to by her once.

So she became a little bolder, and she showed her outside eyes to look at her.

What kind of experience would it be to talk to Wen Huaizhi who was drunk?

After hesitating for a while, she replied, "Yes, young master, I am as old as you."

Seeing that she finally responded to him, Wen Huaizhi smiled again, he inherited his mother's beauty.

He looked at her tenderly with affectionate eyes, just like the little boy with the purest heart when he was a child, the boy who would organize his classmates to protect his mother even though he was burdened with gossip.

His eyes are like spring water, flowing quietly between the valleys.

After he was drunk, his face was even more charming, incomparably beautiful, but at the same time dangerously deceptive.

Those eyes with gold-rimmed glasses smile at you, and your heart seems to be about to melt.

This gentle face soon showed a sad expression to her.

"What's wrong?" She was stunned and a little curious.

She was just surprised that the Wen Huaizhi he met today was so different in so many ways.

He looked at her and frowned a little more.

"You are so young, do your parents let you work here?"

Jiang Chacha didn't expect him to say this, her eyes flickered slightly.

So she thought about it.

She found the most classic and unmistakable words, "I can't help it, my family is in a difficult situation, I can make more money here, and it's easy, so I came here to work."

She intends to comfort a drunk person: "Actually, it's pretty good here, and I'm basically not taken advantage of."

Wen Huaizhi smiled at her through the lenses. The light here was dim, and only the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected broken light. He said softly, "When you choose a relatively easy path, when you get paid, your fate has already passed." It has a price tag on the back."

His hand on the bar moved forward, and his upper body leaned over a little. His eyes were gentle, and he looked at her closer.

Under a thin layer of lenses, he stared at her with slightly drunk and gentle eyes, and his pupils burst out with an incomparably beautiful light.

He was drunk, and he stared at her with foxy eyes, and she felt her heart was about to jump out.

"You are beautiful."

"You were born with one more beautiful card than others."

He stared at her for a while, then stepped back with his upper body.

"But you shouldn't eat your youth, and you shouldn't sell your beauty. This is the choice of the weak."

"Beauty can help you gain money, power and fame, but it can also hurt you when you are most vulnerable and defenseless, like a wild beast that bites you back."

"Did you know that beauty is actually a killing card, only when you hold it in your own hands," the drunken Wen Huaizhi leaned on the bar, smiled softly at her, stretched out his finger, He stretched out his index finger and middle finger lazily.

That is the action of pinching cards on the table.

There was a smile in his eyes.

"It can become an omnipotent killing card."

The girl in the black dress at the bar quietly listened to him.

After listening, she smiled at him with her exposed eyes.

"Master Wen, I've been taught."

Wen Huaizhi, who was unconscious, only felt a vague figure in front of his eyes, and a woman's voice came from his ear.

"I will always remember your words in my heart."

He only felt a pain in his head, and the excessive alcohol made his stomach upset, and he wanted to vomit, but he couldn't vomit.

He closed his eyes, supported his forehead with his hands, and endured physical and mental torture at the bar.

He didn't know how long he sat there, but behind him was a very noisy dance floor, where men and women were dancing close to their bodies, mixed with sweat and hormones.

The brightly colored lights here are alluring. This is a city that never sleeps. This is a place where desires are indulged and grown. There is no moral restraint here. Men and women reveal their most primitive and dirty souls, only seeking excitement.

A senior in the financial circle told him just now.

"You go and ask for a glass of stimulating wine. Have a good time tonight. Let's continue to drink and talk about this."

So he came over and ordered a glass of the most stomach-wrenching signature wine in this nightclub.

Called a traffic light.

When going out by car, he always encounters various traffic lights.

In his life, there are countless forks, and there are traffic lights.

But his traffic light, since the Porsche in elementary school broke into his life, his life is only left with the cold and terrible red light.

He's always been stuck at that fork in his childhood.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting here, he only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his stomach was twisted like a knife, and he was so confused that he couldn't judge the speed of time.

At the border where his consciousness was about to fade away, he seemed to step into a flashy dream, and he would be smashed to pieces anytime he stepped on the air.

Just then, he heard someone approaching.

"Master, you ordered the traffic lights."

A glass of wine was placed in front of him.

He can't sleep, and he still has a drinking bureau.

He stood up, he desperately wanted to take a sip to bring himself back to his senses, so he picked it up without thinking about it, and took a sip without distraction.

The touch was warm and tasteless, as if a stream had slipped through his throat.

Wen Huaizhi was stunned, and at the same time, he heard the sound of glass breaking.

He suddenly woke up.

This is a glass of warm water.

He narrowed his eyes sharply, and suddenly raised his head, the figure of the woman just now had disappeared in the place where no lights fell.

(End of this chapter)