Chapter 2872 Love (1)
Close your eyes and be quiet.
Breathing is slow.
On a stormy night, he was just like this, absorbing warmth from her.
Long time.
Sleepiness gradually struck.
He seemed to let out a sigh in the darkness.
sighed so comfortably that his body was trembling faintly.
His jaw was against her, and he hugged her tightly, as if he was a little addicted.
"I have to get up early..."
Before falling asleep, he murmured, reminding himself.
You can't ask her to find out, you have to hide it.
Keep hiding it until...
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Easter eggs are over.
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Passionate (1)
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krystal bars.
Eleven at night.
On the first floor of the bar, the lights are shining and the dance floor is crowded.
The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and the music was turned up to the maximum, almost deafening people's ears.
The DJ controls the rock and shakes his head to his heart's content. Both men and women are frantically twisting their waists and buttocks on the dance floor, flesh to flesh, sweat and carnival blending.
The dazzling neon lights are rushing and wild, and the bartender is swaying his arms neatly, mixing one glass after another.
The waiters carried the wine holders, shuttled through the crowded crowd, and sent them to the tables surrounded by men and women.
Laughing wantonly, under the sound of deafening music, make noise and release yourself.
The waiters who work here are not surprised by this.
Busy green area delivering all kinds of wine, walking back and forth.
I was so busy that I couldn't rest for a moment.
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Twelve midnight.
The waiter Cheng Xiaodong left the noisy and crowded bar and returned to the staff lounge.
There are not many people in the lounge, and most of them have gone out to work.
Close the door, the crazy rock music outside can still be heard clearly.
Cheng Xiaodong, who had been busy for several hours, did not dare to rest for one more minute.
Come to your own locker, open it, and change quickly.
Change out the cheap waiter clothes on your body and replace them with high-end and expensive tuxedos—specially for rich people.
Rich people are picky, and they pay more attention to taste and clothing.
If a man in cheap clothes came to serve them, they would not even look at him and pay no attention to him.
Not to mention trying to sell wine in the future, rich people will not appreciate it at all.
Only if he dresses well and looks decent, those rich people will reluctantly take a look at him and give him a chance to sell wine in front of them.
This is the experience that Cheng Xiaodong has finally summed up over the years.
He has been working in this night show for three years. He is very busy and tired every day, but he earns a lot of money.
Relying on the basic salary, commissions from wine sales, and if lucky, tips from customers, all the income added up has allowed him to gain a firm foothold in this bustling city, bought a house, bought a car, and paid for it in full.
Having tasted the huge sweetness, he worked harder and harder.
Tired, but happy.
At ten past twelve, he changed his clothes, picked up his phone and checked the time, as if he was waiting for someone.
Seeing that it was getting late, the other bartenders who also relied on the commission to eat, changed their clothes and left.
Non-stop, for fear that the rich people who came tonight will be robbed.
After all, there are only so many rich people, not enough to grab.
Slow down, tonight's promotion will be gone.
Cheng Xiaodong looked at the time, feeling a little anxious.
The mobile phone dialed a number and called.
"Hello? Where have you been? Why haven't you come yet?"
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"Night show? What happened to the night show? Are you short of money?"
(end of this chapter)