There's No Antidote for Love Chapter 9: Kneeling and Waiting

Deep oxygen club.

Shen sleepless arrived in a hurry after work. As soon as he changed his clothes, the manager's voice came over. "Xiao Shen, has Xiao Shen arrived?"

"Here we are!" She hurriedly changed into overalls and ran out.

"There are distinguished guests in private room 608 tonight. You are the smartest. I will give it to you. After serving these uncles, you will naturally be indispensable for commissions and red envelopes."

Shen Weimian sipped his lips and showed a standard professional smile. "I know."

"Well, do it well."

As soon as the manager left, she chose the wine according to the list, and then got on the elevator with the treasure of the town store-Royal Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon in 1992.

Shen Chuyu left for a whole month, and she gradually accepted the reality. For the sake of two steamed buns, she had to come here to work part-time as a waiter. Although the people were mixed, the guests were generous and generous. As long as she had a little eyesight, she could finish the two years safely and save the money.

The elevator jingled open.

Shen sleepless long spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, carrying expensive red wine, carefully into the box.

The light shadow is blurred and smoky. Here, it is bland.

Shen sleepless eyes did not blink, lowered his head, neatly opened the wine, poured it into the cup, then bent back to one side to wait, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

The light in the room was a little dim, and I couldn't see my face clearly. I only heard a few constantly chauffeured drinking and chatting. One of them said, "Our dear Lu Shao, when are you going to get married?"

"Fuck off!" In one corner of the sofa, there was a male voice, irritable and clear.

Hearing this voice, Shen sleepless stunned.

Why is Lu Zhiyao here?

She should have thought that the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon had been used, and the identity of the people in the box was definitely not simple.

"I heard that Shen Chuyu is dead, and the evil spirit in your heart should come out."

Constantly chauffeured still kept talking, did not feel the sudden cold atmosphere in the room, "Tang Xiaoxiao has been with you for more than two years, you still don't announce your relationship to the public? You don't know, the rumors from the outside world have spread, saying that you have raised a mistress, spoiled her and loved her, but you don't give her birthright."

Shen Weimian stared big eyes, held his breath, heart ups and downs.

Before...

Lu Zhiyao sniffed lightly, hummed a nasal sound, and sneered: "Since all the rumors have been said, what else is worth caring about?"

"Don't, she is the big lady of the Tang family at least." The man chased after him. "Beautiful, gentle, well educated, loving, just made for you."

Under the dim light, I can't see Lu Zhiyao's livid face clearly.

There was an unwarranted irritability in his chest. He grabbed the wine on the table and gulped it down. In his voice, he revealed a sense of indifference and ruthlessness. "If you are interested, you can chase it."

Shen sleepless froze for a while, a little can't react.

"I think the distance is that I haven't forgotten Shen sleepless woman." Some people booed and said ambiguously, "She has brought you such a big cuckold hat. Even if you cut off worldly desires for her, you cannot change what happened."

"That is, maybe she is rolling under which man at the moment..."

In the room, the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Everyone looked at Lu Zhiyao at the same time and saw his face gloomy.

Shen sleepless had a moment of regret. Tonight, I really shouldn't have come.

She bowed her head and minimized her sense of existence, like a stray cat hiding in the sewer, lest she should attract the attention of these people, she retreated softly towards the door of the house.

The light in the box was too dark, and Shen's sleepless nerves were stretched all the time. He didn't notice a rolling sieve on the ground.

One foot stepped on it, the foot slipped instantly, and the skewed body crashed into the marble coffee table.

"Hua-"

The wine bottle shook and rolled to the ground and fell to pieces. In the goblets on the table, the liquid poured out in a mess.

Talking about laughter came to an abrupt end, Shen Weimian could feel that everyone's eyes were all locked on himself.

She instinctively raised her head and looked into the darkness shrouded in shadow in the deepest part of the booth, hitting the man's clear and cold line of sight.

In horror, he withdrew his eyes and lowered his head. He wished he could find a seam and hide himself.

"What's the matter with you this woman? Can you do anything? Where is the manager? Let him roll over. I'd like to ask him how he trains people!" A constantly chauffeured spoke displeased.

"Wait a minute," his companion seemed to find something. He immediately stopped him and pointed to Shen Weimian and said, "She seems to be the woman in Mason family!"

This instantly caused a commotion.

Someone reached out and pressed the switch, and the warm halo spilled by the wall lamp dispelled the darkness, which also made Shen sleepless.

"It's really her!" The celebrities who accompanied the constantly chauffeured were more familiar with Shen Weimian and recognized her at a glance. Then, eyes turned to Lu Zhiyao.

No one dares to speak any more. In the noisy box, the air seems to have solidified, filled with a tight and depressing atmosphere.

Shen sleepless nervous hand heart is full of sweat.

The man's sharp eyes hit her, slowly moving down from her face, sweeping her almost transparent skirt infected by drinks, and finally fixing on her long white legs, which only covered the root of her thighs.

"Miss Shen is here..." The words paused just right, and then slowly spit out two words: "Selling yourself?"

The mockery in the words was undisguised.

The people in the box looked at each other and understood the man's attitude towards her now.

Shen Weimian suddenly turned white, his fingers tightly grasped his dress, sipped his lips, and remained silent.

"Er!" A constantly chauffeured teased maliciously: "Lu Shao asked you something, are you deaf?"

A word caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Shen Weimian pulled the fingers of his clothes and turned white.

"Do you want me to teach you what to do?" Lu Zhiyao suddenly felt a little agitated and his eyes became more and more ghastly.

The fingers with distinct joints lit a little messy desktop from a distance: "Clean it up."

Just clearing the table...

Shen Weimian breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to go out and get cleaning tools.

But before she could turn around, she heard a terrible voice like a devil: "Pick it up with your hand."

"What!" Shen sleepless raised his head in disbelief, but what he saw was Lu Zhiyao's indifferent and mocking face.

"Why, can't you do it?"

Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't believe that he would humiliate himself in front of so many people!

But his ruthless face, as well as the promising faces around him, told her: This is true!

The fangs pierced the lower lip, and the sharp pain suppressed the choke that spread over the throat.

Under his increasingly intolerant eyes, she squatted down slowly and picked up the broken glass pieces dripping with wine in humiliation amid a whistle.