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Chapter 69 Friend Wen Heng
Chapter 69 Friend Wen Heng
After parting with Weici, Qiu Mo went to the first floor alone.
The flickering psychedelic lights and deafening electronic music on the dance floor in the center of the hall have completely plunged countless young men and women into a world of intoxication. They shook their heads, twisted their bodies, and indulged their youth wantonly.
And to Qiu Mo, all this is just another blood-stained grotesque world.
Under the influence of synesthesia, all he perceives is a group of kelp-scented idiots who have been exposed to the sun for three days and are constantly dancing wildly on the giant coffin board.
Qiu Mo pinched the bridge of his nose. The worst thing about synesthesia is that even if you don't look at it, the sound you hear will be visualized in front of your eyes.
"Look who this is? A rare customer!" A voice sounded, and the handsome man in the bartender's clothes held the white cloth in one hand and wiped a goblet in the other.
"Are you free?" Qiu Mo knew who the speaker was without opening his eyes.
"It's not as busy as you." Wen Heng put down the goblet in his hand, then lowered his head and began to fiddle again, "Tell me, why do you have time to come here? You have always disliked such a noisy place, and you said you missed me." I can barely believe it."
Qiu Mo opened his eyes, and swept away the long, narrow and deep phoenix pupils coldly.
"Just kidding, when you come to my place, you will fight and kill. Remember to pay for it." As the owner of the club, Wen Heng knew about the assassination on the second floor right away.
After speaking, he pushed a prepared cocktail to Qiu Mo's hand.
"This is also my clubhouse." Qiu Mo picked up his glass and took a sip.
"Now that you think about it, this is also your property? How many times have you managed it?" It's okay not to mention this, but when it comes to Qiu Mo's shares here, Wen Heng is upset.
He diligently takes care of the clubhouse every day, but Qiu Mo is the shopkeeper, and even takes most of the dividends at the end of the year!
"Didn't you come here today?" Qiu Mo bent his fingers and quietly touched the table, "There are too many loopholes here, and the security is too poor."
There are many people who want him to die, but this is the first time they are so blatant.
"President Qiu, this is not a country's consulate. People who come here are here for fun, so it's impossible to be too strict." Wen Heng complained, but there was nothing wrong with the expression on his face. From a distance, he looked like a noble and elegant Mr. Pian Pianjia.
Wen Heng's feeling is like gurgling water, gentle but with a cool and bookish air, it seems very close.
However, those who know him well will definitely not underestimate him. This man is just a gentle scum, and his stomach is full of bad things under the skin of a human being.
Many women have noticed the corner where Qiu Mo and Wen Heng are, and the more daring ones are already ready to move.
Qiu Mo ignored his friend and drank wine one after another.
He drooped his eyelashes slightly to hide the thoughts in his eyes, and his three-dimensional handsome profile became more and more coveted under the dim and ambiguous light.
Wen Heng naturally noticed the wolf-like eyes of those women. In their eyes, Qiu Mo was a piece of Tang monk flesh, not to mention sleeping for a while, just being able to get close and talk to him was worth it.
His smile deepened a bit, and then he stopped the bodyguards who were about to drive those women away with his eyes, obviously wanting to see Qiu Mo's reaction.
The two of them have known each other for many years, but his good friend is like an old monk who has escaped into Buddhism, neither male nor female has any interest.
Seeing Qiu Mo getting older, Wen Heng felt that his good friend needed to help him.
However, before the women approached Qiu Mo, he stood up.
(End of this chapter)
After parting with Weici, Qiu Mo went to the first floor alone.
The flickering psychedelic lights and deafening electronic music on the dance floor in the center of the hall have completely plunged countless young men and women into a world of intoxication. They shook their heads, twisted their bodies, and indulged their youth wantonly.
And to Qiu Mo, all this is just another blood-stained grotesque world.
Under the influence of synesthesia, all he perceives is a group of kelp-scented idiots who have been exposed to the sun for three days and are constantly dancing wildly on the giant coffin board.
Qiu Mo pinched the bridge of his nose. The worst thing about synesthesia is that even if you don't look at it, the sound you hear will be visualized in front of your eyes.
"Look who this is? A rare customer!" A voice sounded, and the handsome man in the bartender's clothes held the white cloth in one hand and wiped a goblet in the other.
"Are you free?" Qiu Mo knew who the speaker was without opening his eyes.
"It's not as busy as you." Wen Heng put down the goblet in his hand, then lowered his head and began to fiddle again, "Tell me, why do you have time to come here? You have always disliked such a noisy place, and you said you missed me." I can barely believe it."
Qiu Mo opened his eyes, and swept away the long, narrow and deep phoenix pupils coldly.
"Just kidding, when you come to my place, you will fight and kill. Remember to pay for it." As the owner of the club, Wen Heng knew about the assassination on the second floor right away.
After speaking, he pushed a prepared cocktail to Qiu Mo's hand.
"This is also my clubhouse." Qiu Mo picked up his glass and took a sip.
"Now that you think about it, this is also your property? How many times have you managed it?" It's okay not to mention this, but when it comes to Qiu Mo's shares here, Wen Heng is upset.
He diligently takes care of the clubhouse every day, but Qiu Mo is the shopkeeper, and even takes most of the dividends at the end of the year!
"Didn't you come here today?" Qiu Mo bent his fingers and quietly touched the table, "There are too many loopholes here, and the security is too poor."
There are many people who want him to die, but this is the first time they are so blatant.
"President Qiu, this is not a country's consulate. People who come here are here for fun, so it's impossible to be too strict." Wen Heng complained, but there was nothing wrong with the expression on his face. From a distance, he looked like a noble and elegant Mr. Pian Pianjia.
Wen Heng's feeling is like gurgling water, gentle but with a cool and bookish air, it seems very close.
However, those who know him well will definitely not underestimate him. This man is just a gentle scum, and his stomach is full of bad things under the skin of a human being.
Many women have noticed the corner where Qiu Mo and Wen Heng are, and the more daring ones are already ready to move.
Qiu Mo ignored his friend and drank wine one after another.
He drooped his eyelashes slightly to hide the thoughts in his eyes, and his three-dimensional handsome profile became more and more coveted under the dim and ambiguous light.
Wen Heng naturally noticed the wolf-like eyes of those women. In their eyes, Qiu Mo was a piece of Tang monk flesh, not to mention sleeping for a while, just being able to get close and talk to him was worth it.
His smile deepened a bit, and then he stopped the bodyguards who were about to drive those women away with his eyes, obviously wanting to see Qiu Mo's reaction.
The two of them have known each other for many years, but his good friend is like an old monk who has escaped into Buddhism, neither male nor female has any interest.
Seeing Qiu Mo getting older, Wen Heng felt that his good friend needed to help him.
However, before the women approached Qiu Mo, he stood up.
(End of this chapter)
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