Ms. Quan, who is male

"A gentleman asked me to give you wine to everyone in the room, and give you this note." Quan smiled on his face, his tone was warm, and he looked simple and harmless.

What inexplicable person would suddenly deliver wine to them?

The man in black instantly raised his vigilance. Instead of taking the wine from Quan's hand, he took the note handed to him by the other party, checked it over and over again, and then carefully looked at the content above after confirming that there was no problem.

The note reads:

I will deliver the most expensive foreign wine in our store to the guests in room xxx, and I will express my highest respect and gratitude to you.

What does "..." mean?

The man in black frowned and puzzled. He took the wine basket from Quan's hand and searched for it, but found nothing else. The wine was also unopened, so he couldn't see any problems.

He asked Quan, "Nothing else?"

Quan shook his head.

The man in black wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by a sudden sound from the room: "What's wrong? He was slowing down at the door."

Quan listened and felt that the sound was familiar.

"Ah... Mr. Nakaya." The man in black turned around and just revealed the spring that was blocked by him. And the spring also took this gap to see the person sitting in the middle of the room.

The other party leaned against the sofa and put his legs on the glass table full of wine bottles. His posture was casual and he looked very big-name (crossed off) leisurely.

Compared with the corridor, the light in the room is dimmer. But the dazzling ochre hair is hard to ignore even when the light is weak.

It turned out to be him...

Quan blinked his eyes, slightly surprised.

What was also surprising was Zhongyuan.

He met three times in a short time, and even if he was just an ordinary stranger, he should have an impression. What's more, Quan is not bad, and a memory-like Wu happened in the bathroom before.

Dragon. Therefore, he recognized the person at a glance.

"Why are you here?" Zhongyuan Zhong asked in a natural tone just like a normal chat.

Perhaps seeing acquaintances, who had been seriously questioned by the man in black, was slightly relieved and his face was no longer restrained. He lifted the wine basket in his hand so that Zhongyuan could see it, and his tone was

He said briskly: "I'm here to deliver wine!"

"Send wine?" Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the wine that had been set up for half a table and had not finished drinking. His first reaction was: Are these guys who are not big or small really going to make him unable to move today?

However, such a question was denied when the Central Plains received the note handed over by his subordinates.

"What's the thing?" Zhongyuan Zhong also read the content on the note twice, but he didn't understand what it meant.

He set his eyes on Quan who followed him into the room and asked him, "Who gave you the note?"

"It's a thin and tall man..." Quan Diandian's chin recalled, "but the light in the first floor lobby was too dark, and I didn't see the other person's face clearly."

"..." You didn't know who the person was, so you helped him do things? Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know what to say for a while.

But thinking about it, this is a guy who "goes to men's toilets without space in women's toilets", it doesn't seem that surprising to do such a thing.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his eyebrows and asked again: "Did he give you the wine or did you get it at the front desk?"

Quan said without hesitation: "I'll get it."

Zhongyuan also looked at him, but still couldn't help it. He said in a subtle tone: "You don't know each other, so you have never thought about how to pay for this wine? You got our private room without authorization, and the wine will be recorded in our case by default.

The account is in. But we are not a big shot. If you don’t want it, just ask your boss to return it? We have nothing, but what will happen in the end?"

Quan seemed to finally understand, and was immediately scared to death, and his lips trembled and said, "Then, my salary..."

"..." Is your focus on salary?

"It's not that easy to put the wine left Taiwan back. If your boss is more generous and doesn't care about you, this matter will naturally be over. But if your boss doesn't have that good temper, just count this bottle of wine to you.

It’s not impossible on your head.” Zhongyuan Zhongya picked up the wine bottle and glanced at it, whistled and stabbed Quan in the chest, "It’s a good bottle of wine. I guess you can’t afford it for two years in vain."

Quan covered his chest weakly, looking like he was having difficulty breathing, was shaking, and could even vomit blood at any time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also continued to scare him: "Seeing that you are good-looking, you might even lure you to drink with the guests to pay off your debts."

Upon hearing this, Quan's expression suddenly improved: "What do you mean is that if you drink with me, you will be able to pay off your debt soon?"

"...why?" Zhongyuan Nakaya suddenly stopped and suddenly a thought arose. He looked up and down at Quan, who was wearing the uniform of the waiter, and said, "Aren't you a waiter?"

"My own clothes are a little old. The boss said they didn't look good, so I borrowed this set of clothes for the time being." Quan glanced at his uniform, grabbed the hem of the skirt, and said as usual, "Introduce me to come here."

The brother who worked said that the waiters had already been fully recruited. However, there were still a shortage of people accompanying the drinks, so he said that he would just drink with the guests anyway. If I can’t drink enough, I can still drink drinks.”

"..." Then your heart is really big.

Zhongyuan also covered his forehead, no wonder the serious man with glasses insisted on bringing this guy back.

"Are you a fool? You believe whatever he says?"

"Brother is our neighbor upstairs, so he probably won't lie to me... right?" Quan paid attention to the expression on Nakaya's face and said hesitantly.

“…”

Zhongyuanzhong also changed his position, sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding his chin and asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty!" As soon as he reported his age, he heard Zhongyuan Zhong suspiciously "Hmm?", Quan pursed his lips and lowered his head, adding in a weak tone, "It's not like he can..."

...What is this answer?

Zhongyuan also raised his voice and asked again: "I didn't hear it. How old are you?"

"Nineteen..." Quan grabbed the apron.

"Oh? Could it be a lie again, right?"

Quan hurriedly said, "It's really nineteen!"

This time it seems to be true.

Zhongyuan Zhong also waved his hand and asked him to sit beside him.

Without hesitation, Quan walked over and sat down obediently.

As soon as he sat down, his shoulder suddenly sank, and a strong smell of alcohol came to his face, which made Quan stunned.

Zhongyuan also put one hand on his shoulder, and with the other hand, he casually took a bottle of wine from the table and poured it into a clean glass. There was not much wine coming out, and it just now didn't pass the bottom of the glass.

"Ah, it's gone. It's okay, I'll get it later." He muttered to himself, then handed the wine to Quan and said, "Your neighbor brother, did you tell you if you have any advice, accompany you to drink with me.

The most important thing is to make the guests happy?”

Quan nodded: "That's how it happens..."

Zhongyuan Nakaya: "Then I said, if you don't drink such a little wine, you will make me unhappy. Will you drink it?"

Quan glanced at him, took the wine glass, and simply said, "I'll drink!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was like drinking water, stuffing the wine in one sip.

Zhongyuan was also amazed at it and thought: This guy has never drunk alcohol.

As expected, as soon as the little wine was in his mouth, the spring was so spicy that it was choking. What followed was an unstoppable cough, which made his eyes turn red.

In the Central Plains, not only did not show any sympathy, but instead laughed.

Before Quan's coughing stopped, Zhongyuan Zhong found a bottle of unopened from half a table of empty wine bottles, picked it up and shook it in front of Quan, and asked, "Have you drunk it? Do you know what this is?"

The quan, who was so coughing that he was crying, hurriedly looked at it and shook his head honestly. Not to mention drinking it, he didn't know any of the tadpole scripts on the bottle.

"Oh? Then you have a good time." Zhongyuan Nakaya smiled and bit open the bottle cap. This time he filled the cup of Quan. "I heard that it was a new batch of foreign wine from your store. Your boss specially sent it to you.

We tried the fresh alcohol content was about the same as the one you drank just now.”

The subordinate who had been listening to the side was surprised, and he just met the line of sight with the Central Plains who were looking up.

“…”

He quickly turned his head to one side and drank with other companions, not daring to look over there any longer.

The focus was on the fountain on the cup, and of course I didn't notice the visual communication between the two.

He looked at the full glass of wine and thoughts arose in his heart.

Zhongyuan, as if he didn't see the uneasiness on his face, pointed to the wine brought by Quan and said, "Drink all this glass of wine, I'll open ten more bottles of that for you."

"?!" Quan looked at him in surprise.

"In this way, you will not only be uninvested, but you can also get another ten times the commission." Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, "How is it? Or not to drink it?"

Faced with such a tempting challenge, Quan, who had just recovered from the cough, hesitated.

He pursed his lips tightly, staring at the wine in the glass, and after a while, he said in a tone of death: "I'll drink!"

After saying that, he suddenly handed the cup to his mouth and closed his eyes!

He took a timid sip.

"Puff!" Zhongyuan also trembled all over his body with laughter.

Quan was actually ready to be spicy, but after taking a sip...

He blinked and said in confusion: "Sweet?"

This time he took a big sip and found that it was not his illusion. The "wine" in the glass was indeed sweet and had no spicy taste.

Very delicious.

I smashed the spring, smashed my mouth, and took another sip.

Before he knew it, he drank most of the "wine" in the cup. At this point, he still didn't understand that what was in the cup now was not wine at all.

Quan looked at Zhongyuan. The other party pulled his arm on his shoulder and reopened a bottle of wine - this time it was real wine - poured himself a glass, throwing a few ice cubes in it, while

Shaking, he said to Quan: "If the guest says he is unhappy, he can let you drink. If the guest wants to open ten bottles of wine for you, you will say arrogantly that you want to drink a whole glass of strong wine. Well? That's right?"

Quan lowered his head with red face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also drank a sip of wine and said carelessly: "Do you know that the first glass you drank just now, the kind of wine of a certain degree, can only make a rookie like you drunk and unconscious?"

"..." Quan remained silent.

However, Zhongyuan Nakaya grabbed his chin with one hand and raised his head toughly.

He looked at it for a while and said in a tone of evaluating items worth money: "This face looks pretty good."

The light and shadow were intertwined, and the blue eyes were covered with a layer of fog that seemed to be insoluble, which looked deep and gloomy.

He said in a low voice: "You have to know that there are many bad people in this world."

Quan couldn't help swallowing, and his fingers pulled the hem of his skirt uneasily, his voice as low as a mosquito hum, and asked, "Are you a bad guy too?"

"What?" Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly attacked, pushed Quan down on the sofa, pinched his neck with one hand, and bent down.

"Do you want to try it?"