It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 19 I advise you to be kind

The matter of Qiao Yue being tutored was widely circulated in the third grade of high school for a while.

At the same time, it was rumored that the school bully and the school belle broke up.

And Qiao Yue's desk that was splashed with red paint has attracted much attention.

It's just a person who was taught home by a tutor, how can he control these things.

Compared with school, Qiao Yue prefers to stay at home.

Although the slightly old-fashioned duplex apartment has experienced more than ten years, it is still elegant, just like the woman back then, with a gentle soul under the gorgeous and bright appearance.

Qiao Yue stayed at home during the day and went to work at night.

At nine o'clock in the evening, she arrived at night on time.

Usually at this time, there are not many people.

Qiao Yue was busy with her own affairs at the bartending table. If there was no one sitting in front of her who was staring at her, she would feel much better.

"Is something wrong?"

Shen Zheyi: "Let's see if you're okay."

Qiao Yue: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, you can go."

Shen Zheyi is not someone who leaves as soon as others say, "I want to drink today, please make me a drink."

"Which day do you not want to drink?" Qiao Yue choked back subconsciously.

"So, are you spying on me every day? Otherwise, how do you know that I come here to drink every day?"

Shen Zheyi's eyes fell on Qiao Yue's face. The face with makeup looked more mature than the one in the school uniform. It was good-looking, but it was not as attractive as when she was wearing the school uniform. It was more sexy.

He, Shen Zheyi, has messed up a lot, and this one is not bad.

"If Young Master Shen's hobby is to come to the bar to hunt for beauty, you can look around, there is always something suitable for you."

"But I am only interested in you." That face that was always frivolous was rarely seen serious.

It's just that it's serious, it's hard to tell the truth from the fake.

Like the wine in Qiao Yue's hands, it tastes sweet, but it is easy to make people drunk.

She smiled, rolled out a glass of blue and red layered wine, "You want to tease me?"

Shen Zheyi reached out and brushed the hair on her forehead, pursed her lips, "No?"

She's a girl, and she can't stand such teasing.

A young man who was bad to the core, in a noisy bar, beside the rhythmic dance floor, drinking extremely high concentration of alcohol, seemed to be serious but not serious about talking intoxicating words, he said he wanted to chase her.

Shen Zheyi saw Qiao Yue's lips move, and he moved closer, but only heard these two words:

"Wake up."

Qiao Yue is definitely not an easy person to chase after.

If you don't look at her face and ignore her poisonous mouth, then you should be responsible for your own psychological shadow.

"You should look in the mirror when you go out. If you don't have Wu Yanzu's face, then I advise you to be kind." Qiao Yue raised her eyes and added.

Shen Zheyi was caught off guard and choked for a while. It was rare to go out and meet someone who didn't praise him for being handsome. It felt like going out with a huge sum of money but being treated as poor by others.

fresh.

Shen Zheyi didn't ask about Qiao Yue's affairs at school, and Qiao Yue didn't look like someone influenced by her family education at all. This carnival holy place shrouded in night dominated people's senses.

He drank all night in front of her.

No sign of getting drunk.

It's like this person can't pour a thousand cups.

For a moment, Qiao Yue wondered how much alcohol the delinquent boy in front of her had drunk before she became unconscious on the night she came for the interview.

Qiao Yue didn't forget to remind Young Master Shen that he had to pay the bill.

The other party raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on WeChat, and smiled foolishly: "Come on, add a friend, I'll transfer the money for you."

Qiao Yue thought, maybe she's either drunk or sick.

(End of this chapter)