beautiful boss

Chapter 48 Drunk

The man who came to strike up a conversation was not ugly at all, he was tall and tall, perhaps because he was hot from dancing indoors, he was only wearing a short sleeve, and his exposed arms and chest were full of muscles.

The man is a famous Hundred People Slayer in this place, and he is also a rare best 1 in the circle. All the little 0s playing here secretly covet this one.

He put his elbows in front of the scenic table very familiarly, smiling as if he had already succeeded.

Jing Jing had long noticed that there was not even a single woman in this place, and even the backup dancers performing on the stage were all men, and he had vaguely guessed that this place was probably a paradise of some kind of special sexuality.

But he was not very resistant, because Qin Yi was still sitting next to him, and his original intention was only to watch the women's clothing show.

"Sorry, no need, can I trouble you to walk to the side, you are blocking me in the stands." Jing Jing said calmly.

"It's just a drink and making friends, don't be so conflicted?"

Jing Jing raised his eyes, and there was some impatience in his beautiful eyes, "Doesn't wanting to drink means that I don't want to make friends with you?"

Men are also very seldom closed doors, and immediately felt that the scenery was a little unflattering, "You--" As soon as he raised his hand, Qin Yi, who was guarding the side, caught him straight.

A man with not many muscles that have been practiced is naturally inferior to Qin Yi, who has even practiced the strength of his wrist. He immediately felt that his wrist seemed to have fallen into the pliers, and he couldn't pull it back.

"You let me go—"

"Sir, when you invite others to drink, you should first learn to respect others, understand?" Qin Yi had a shallow smile on his lips, but the smile was invisible, and his slightly narrowed eyes flashed a fierce beast-like light. Holding the man's hand, he forced him to pull him towards him, lowered his voice and whispered in the man's ear: "What's more, I've been sitting here for a long time, how dare you come to ask my person out? Hmm?"

"I, hiss, I didn't know he and you were—ah!" The man's justifying voice was swallowed back by Qin Yi's movement of twisting his wrist, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—let me go!"

"Don't tell me you're sorry, tell me over there." Qin Yi pushed the man out of the seat.

The arrogant man just now clutched his wrist, lowered his head and said sorry to Jing Jing, and then hurried back to his booth. It's better to be ashamed than to be beaten.

Jing Jing silently gave Qin Yi a thumbs up, "Qin Yi, you are so amazing."

"Is that amazing?" Qin Yi withdrew his hand, and with a gentle smile, he looked at the scenery with a smile.

"Should I have learned karate or something when I was a child?" Jing really felt that he was not the type to fight, and his thighs were not as thick as Qin Yi's arms.

"Or find time to go to the gym?" If he had the same muscles as Qin Yi, no one would dare to come up and play cheap like this.

However, if you develop muscles, won't it look bad in a skirt?

Men's body shape is limited, and many women's clothes need to be improved again. If they train their muscles, the skirts may not be able to hold them.

It only took a moment from the idea to giving up, Jing Jing shook his head, "Forget it, stop practicing, I'm not this material."

Qin Yi laughed, "It's okay, come to me when you need to fight, and I will help you."

"Is that good?" Jing Jing watched the performance on the stage with his chin resting on one hand, "Qin Yi, you are too kind to me."

Better than parents.

This is a bit outrageous, but the scenery does feel like this now.

If he went home and told Jing Zhongxun that he couldn't beat the wretched man outside, Jing Zhongxun would probably say: With your small body, you should be able to beat him. Who can you beat?

Jing Jing was depressed by the scene that he imagined but was very likely to happen. He wanted to laugh but felt sad.

"Don't think about it, since you're here to watch the show, enjoy it, otherwise it would be a pity." Qin Yi said softly.

The performers on the stage changed a lot. The man who had just been circling on the steel pipe was gone, and a small boy group came up, with rabbit ears, maid outfits in black tutu skirts, black stockings, and sky-high high heels. , The skirts that danced on the stage were all turned up.

The audience in the audience was even more excited because of this, screaming like a prototype.

"What are you doing?" Jing Jing looked disgusted, feeling that he had hurt his ears and eyes as well.

"What's the matter?" This kind of show has always been like this. To play with the atmosphere, Qin Yi was afraid that Jingjing would think it was too much, "Do you not like this?"

"I don't like it." Jing Jing shook his head, "What is this maid wearing, it's not called women's clothing at all."

"Huh?" Now it was Qin Yi's turn to be speechless.

"Look, how can anyone wear a skirt, no wig, and boxer briefs underneath?" The CK on the side of the underwear should hit Jing Jing's face.

"Also, doesn't he know how to remove hair even when he wears silk stockings?" Jing Jing's eyesight is average, but this does not prevent him from clearly seeing the legs of one of the strong men's servants wrapped in black silk reflected by the radiant lights on the stage. hairy.

That's obvious, it's the hairs sticking out of the stockings!

Why are you so unprofessional in women's clothing?Don't even know how to take off your fine hair?Are you sorry for the clothes on your body?Are you not worthy of the audience's eyes?

In order for Qin Yi to look at it comfortably every time, Jing Jing had to apply an extra layer of body lotion. How could these men not even take off their hairs.

But the people present, except Jing Jing who expressed anger at this kind of disrespect, Qin Yi expressed indifference to these men, the others looked very enthusiastically, the boys were almost going down, and they were thrown money to stay Woolen cloth.

Jing Jing patted the table, "Let me go! What is this! There is still money for this?!"

So he rolled up the sleeves of his suit and was about to find the waiter here, it seemed that he really couldn't take it anymore.

"Calm down!" Qin Yi grabbed Jing Jing's arm and stuttered, "They don't look good, don't worry about it, not everyone is as serious as you and strives for excellence."

"It's really ugly, don't you think?"

"I think." Qin Yi nodded, but he didn't dare to do anything now, except for nodding, he was afraid that Jing Fangfei would stand up on that stage in women's clothing by himself.

"Do you want to see a maid costume?" Jing Jing moved his head closer and took Qin Yi's hand, "Do men like this?"

Because the music was loud, the scenery was a little close, extremely close, and that beautiful face was given a hazy feeling by the ambiguous light of this underground place, as if it was too close, Qin Yi didn't know what to do. The eyes that see the scenery are still the nose, or the mouth.

He obviously didn't drink, but Qin Yi felt dizzy.

"You don't like maid outfits?" Jing Jing, who didn't get an answer, shook Qin Yi's arm again.

"It's okay." Qin Yi leaned back a little, adjusted his breathing, and took a sip of lemonade.

"Then I'll show you what I'm wearing, it's definitely better than those worn by these people." Jing Jing smiled and let go of his hand, "Come to my house on weekends?"

The lemonade almost choked into Qin Yi's trachea, "Ahem—do you still have a maid outfit at home?"

"Yes, I think it looks pretty." Jing Jing is also a man, and he especially appreciates how he looks in women's clothing. After developing his talent in this area, he naturally bought some strange clothes.

But I bought it just to wear it to satisfy my curiosity.

"You will wear this kind of clothes too?"

"I don't usually wear it, because the workmanship of this kind of clothes is not particularly good, and it is not very comfortable to wear on the body, but if you want to see it, I will wear it."

Qin Yi felt that if he really saw that kind of scene, he would be taken away by an ambulance at Jing's house because of his heartbeat and blood pressure rising.

It's a pity that under such a temptation, his caution and sense of crisis have both gone offline.

"Okay, let's go to your house on the weekend."

At the end of a round of performances, the waiter brought all the wines from the scenic spots one by one. Five or six types were set up on the whole table, and the concoctions were all fancy. His knowledge of wine was limited to wine and white wine, and he really didn’t know much about cocktails. .

"It's pretty tuned."

"You can have a taste, it tastes very good." Qin Yi drank lemonade without drinking any alcohol. His current state is almost the same as that of drinking alcohol.

And some cocktails are killers in alcohol. They don't taste like alcohol, and they look beautiful and harmless to humans and animals, but the alcohol content in them is definitely not low.

Jing Jing drank half a glass in a row, and frowned when he finished drinking, "Is this juice? It doesn't taste good."

"Don't drink in such a hurry, this kind of wine has stamina." Qin Yi wanted to stop him, "I have to go to work tomorrow."

Jing Jing said disdainfully: "This kind of sweet water can make people intoxicated?"

It turns out that Little Sweet Water is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

After a while, he felt a double image in front of his eyes, and his consciousness began to become chaotic. The people shaking on the stage seemed to have been switched to slow motion, and everything was not as clear as it was at the beginning.

Jing Jing rubbed his eyes, trying to stand up and get a closer look at the stage, but his feet staggered, and the road became choppy.

How could this be, and you're not on a boat?

Qin Yi scooped up the already drunk scene into his arms.

"Huh?" Jing Jing raised his head, his eyes were confused and he snorted, his face turned red, "Are you—"

"Who am I? Can you still recognize me?"

"I can't recognize it anymore." Jing Jing raised his hand to cover Qin Yi's face, and slapped Qin Yi with all his strength. Qin Yi's nose was sore but helpless, it was because he failed to stop Jing Yi from drinking in time.

"Let's go home, Xiaojing, go home first."

"I don't want to go home, the show is not over yet, I don't want to go home." Jing Jing raised his hand to rush to the stage.

Qin Yi couldn't watch him continue to let himself go. With a push of his hands, he hugged the scenery and walked out. The scenery, which was still maintaining the forward posture, looked at the swaying ground under his feet in a daze, and became excited:

"I, did I fly?!"

"Don't shake." Lao Li Qin Yi hugged him a little tighter, fulfilling his wish and hugged him full, "Don't shake again."