my autistic boyfriend

Chapter 13 Another Me
In the V1 private room of the Lotus Bar, a group of men and women gathered.When Xiao Xi was brought into the private room by Sister Hua, she saw the man sitting in the middle of the circular sofa at first sight.All the men have one or two "box princesses" with them, but he is the only one who sits alone.

The man didn't know if he was drunk, his head drooped slightly, and his eyes were covered by his broken hair.The collar of his white shirt was slightly open, and the cuffs of his shirt were loosely rolled up below the elbows, revealing his lean muscles.The legs crossed on the glass coffee table looked very slender.

She has just started this line of work, and she is not very used to this kind of scene.Sister Hua once taught her to look at the guests. Generally speaking, with the Mediterranean Sea in front of her head, the tips given by older men with beer bellies will not be small.But the 18-year-old Xiao Xi still has some unrealistic fantasies about this place of fireworks, maybe one day she will meet a lover.

It's like when the head of a brothel in ancient times met a knight-errant walking in the rivers and lakes, at least this beloved should not be too ugly.Although the dim light in the box made her unable to see the man's face clearly, her first impression was inexplicably good.

"Hey...then why are you just standing there? Mama-san, we say we are not satisfied with you bastards. Is this the new college girl you were talking about?"

"Yes yes yes." Sister Hua gave her a push, seeing the disbelieving expression of the boss who spoke, she quickly introduced: "Xiao Xi is a student of Hengwai."

Xiao Xi keenly noticed that the man suddenly raised his head to look at her, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, which then dropped lazily.

It turns out that he is also a person with a complex of prestigious schools, Xiao Xi thought to herself.Hengcheng University of Foreign Languages ​​is a well-known 985 in China. Zhao Xiaoxi did not lie, but she went to the three colleges affiliated to this school.

The VIP box of the Lotus bar can be regarded as a high-end club, and the people who come and go are somewhat of a status.Be picky about the eyes of the ladies.It is no longer competitive to rely solely on skin whiteness and beauty, and sometimes it has to rely on some packaging.Being from a prestigious school is a good cover.

"Treat Mr. Yan well." Sister Hua said politely as usual, but no one cared about what she was saying, so they waved her away impatiently.Sister Hua bowed and backed out with a smile on her face.

Xiao Xi obediently sat beside the man with a glass of wine.

"Mr. Yan..." She called out timidly, as if she wanted to toast.But as soon as he got close, he could smell a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and he didn't know whether he should drink this glass of wine or not.

He seemed to have drunk a little too much, even the end of his eyes were dyed pink, making his peach blossom eyes even more charming.Such a beautiful man, the first word Xiao Xi thought of was beautiful.Inexplicably remembered what my mother told her when she was a child, male and female looks are definitely not kind.

But she immediately denied her guess. He seems to be a pretty good person?

Because Yan Zheng actually took the initiative to take the wine in her hand, and started chatting with her: "Your name is Xiao Xi? Which XI?"

"Hmm... one stroke, one stroke, one point." Zhao Xiaoxi grabbed his free hand and wrote this word stroke by stroke in the palm of his hand.

Yan Zheng was stunned for a moment, forgetting to withdraw his hand for a while.

When they are abroad, they all use English names.When you need to write print name, it is also pinyin.He had asked her the same question.

"Is it the day and night in the morning and evening?"

Sheng Zhaoxi shook his head: "It's not the sunset of the sunset, but the dawn of the morning."

Zhao, a bright look.Xi, the morning sun.A very bright and beautiful name.like the sun.

On a certain afternoon many years ago, she also took his palm and wrote down her name seriously.The very complicated strokes have been ironed in the palm of my hand for many years.

He shook hands unnaturally, and drank the wine in the glass without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)