The lights were dim, the phantoms were erratic, the messy lights and the wild music were cutting each other. For those who willingly fell into it, it seemed that only the afterimages of their bodies were left, without the pressure of souls, and they seemed light and fluttery.
The only place that can accommodate confusion and decadence is the bar.
You Shulang drank another glass. He almost went around, drinking with everyone he knew and didn't know, chatting 70% and laughing 30%, doing it with ease.
Fan Xiao finally managed to break out from the crowd. He was an investor with real money in his hands, so he was naturally sought after.
Sitting down next to You Shulang, he reeked of alcohol. He put away the polite smile on his face and said "fuck" softly.
You Shulang lowered his eyes, looked at the distance between them that could not even accommodate an inch, and refrained from moving.
"Did you drink? You still have injuries on your hands," he asked.
"No, I drank fruit tea, but I felt a little annoyed." Fan Xiao took out a cigarette and put it into You Shulang's mouth without asking.
"I don't smoke in public." You Shulang glanced at Fan Xiao and used the tip of his tongue to push the cigarette that was stuck too deep out half an inch.
Fan Xiao paused, then put the half-smoked cigarette back into the box.
"I forgot that Director You has strict rules." He spread his fingers apart, took the cigarette back from You Shulang's mouth, and bit it between his own teeth.
"well!"
The cigarette that had been held in a pair of lips and moistened by the tip of the tongue now had a new owner. You Shulang raised his hands in vain, looking embarrassed.
"What's wrong? I gave you a half-smoked cigarette before, and you didn't make such a fuss."
In the past, You Shulang had not made his sexual orientation clear, so he could only pretend to be straight. But now...
"It's okay." You Shulang dragged over a bottle of wine, filled the empty glass, swallowed half of it, and rarely unbuttoned the second button under his throat.
"This wine has a strong aftereffect. You shouldn't drink it like this." Fan Xiao put his elbows on his knees and twisted his body to look into You Shulang's collar. The faint flesh color was so tempting that he wanted to bite it.
He suppressed his temper and asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"
You Shulang laughed briefly, and said in the same tone as usual: "Mr. Fan, you are overthinking."
The white mist he exhaled was reflected by the flashy light, and Fan Xiao, who had taken off his cigarette, moved closer. He glanced at the man's collarbone before looking into his eyes: "Do you know why I can tell that you are unhappy? Because we are the same kind of people."
"What kind of person?" You Shulang asked casually.
Fan Xiao's eyes flickered, and he looked at her intently with a deep gaze, which seemed to contain a hint of barely perceptible sadness.
"The one wearing the mask."
"…"
"If anyone comes to bother you again, I'll help you."
You Shulang subconsciously understood Fan Xiao's words as unwillingness to socialize. He filled his glass again, his expression still indifferent: "If you are annoyed, we can leave first."
As expected, a man of medium height and decent appearance separated the crowd and approached the two men.
"What's your last name?" The man pointed at You Shulang with an exaggerated expression, "Don't tell me, let me figure it out myself."
"You Shulang, Director You." Fan Xiao pushed the cigarette in his mouth from the left side to the right side, and shrugged his face quickly.
You Shulang patted Fan Xiao's leg casually, then smiled and extended his hand to the man beside him: "Vice President Xue, we meet again."
"Oh, yes, Director You." Xue Baotian looked down on a small character like You Shulang, but he didn't want to offend Fan Xiao, the God of Wealth. Now that he saw Fan Xiao trying to please You Shulang, he could only hold his breath and offer You Shulang a cigarette, "Would you please give me one?"
You Shulang took the cigarette, held it between his fingers without lighting it, and continued to smile gently and even respectfully: "Vice President Xue, what have you been busy with these days? Why haven't I seen you at several gatherings of people in the industry?"
Fan Xiao suddenly smiled in the shadows, raised his eyebrows, and stared at You Shulang. He knew You Shulang's personality, he was thoughtful and considerate, easy-going and generous, but if he really stepped on his weak spot, he would not be an easy person to deal with.
"Ah, I went abroad to inspect a project recently and just returned home yesterday."
After being beaten into a pig's head by someone in the back street of a bar, and then being sodomized by someone who picked up the corpse, Xue Baotian spent half a month recuperating from his injuries, and was confined to his home by his own father for half a month. He was able to tell lies without blushing or beating his heart, and was extremely comfortable with it.
You Shulang smiled, with a hint of admiration on his face: "Thank you for your hard work, Vice President Xue."
Fan Xiao didn't want to let him off, so he lazily asked, "Where did the prince go? What project did he inspect? What field did he involve? Did he gain anything? Tell us about it, so that we can benefit from it."
Having been in the industry for a long time, he could make up a lot of nonsense, but that was in front of outsiders. Xue Baotian didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Fan Xiao, because he was afraid that this person would reveal his secrets and affect their future cooperation.
His face froze and Xue Baotian hurriedly changed the subject. Just as he started talking, the phone in his pocket rang.
"Found the person?!" He suddenly jumped up from the sofa and punched the air with one hand, "Hold him down! I'll be there soon."
He was so anxious that he forgot to say goodbye to Fan Xiao. He picked up a glass of strong liquor from the table and drank it up, gritting his teeth and cursing: "Fuck his uncle, wait and see how I kill you!"
The door slammed with a loud noise, and the man left like the wind. You Shulang retracted his gaze and threw the cigarette between his fingers onto the table.
"It's really annoying." Fan Xiao put down his cigarette butt and put his good hand on You Shulang's shoulder, trying to coax him, "Does Director You feel better after being annoyed by this idiot?"
He pressed his nose with his long fingers, and the strong liquor took effect. You Shulang never drank too much unless he had to, for fear of losing his composure in front of others and delaying his work. But now he picked up the cup again and poured the spicy liquid into his throat.
"I'm heartbroken." Along with the smell of alcohol, a helpless smile also dissipated.
"What?!" Fan Xiao suddenly straightened his back, his expression changed several times in an instant, and he tried his best to suppress his surprise and excitement.
"Are you kidding?" He took out his phone while talking, and sure enough, there were several unread messages from Lu Zhen on the screen. He couldn't suppress his smile, but fortunately You Shulang's eyes were always in the brown wine soup, so he didn't see Fan Xiao's almost distorted face.
"He was fine a few days ago, and he even said he wanted to introduce us to each other."
You Shulang was silent for a while, then dragged over a few more bottles of wine. Unable to find a wine opener, he turned the bottle caps over and over again, and with a little pressure, the caps popped open instantly, releasing the aroma of wine.
After filling his own cup, You Shulang tapped the cup on Fan Xiao's fruit tea cup and said, "No more talking. Come drink with me."
The tip of his tongue scraped across his teeth for a half circle. Fan Xiao narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to whisper, "Director You is such a good person, how could anyone be willing to let go?"
You Shulang tutted, unhappily pushed the head away, and squinted: "Do you want to drink?"
"Drink it, even the real thing will do!"
"Just fruit tea. And..." You Shulang lowered his eyes, hiding the empty and distant sadness in his eyes, "And if I get drunk, take me home."
"Okay," Fan Xiao sneered, "I promise to send Director You, who is unable to forget his old love and drowning his sorrows in alcohol, home safely."