MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 8

"Golden Splendor" is a big bar with style, and no one here dares to play too recklessly, so although Luo Wencheng's former "enemies" knew that he worked here from various channels, and every day, people came to find fault with him, but it was basically just lip service It's all about being sarcastic, embarrassing, or finding various reasons to drink him.

Compared to other waiters, Luo Wencheng worked extraordinarily hard, but compared to his previous life, he was much better.

"Ouch!" Luo Wencheng rushed into the bathroom, holding on to the sink, and vomited. He vomited out all the wine he had just poured in, and he also vomited out a lot of acidic water. His whole face was flushed from the suffocation, and tears were about to fall.

"Brother Luo, are you alright?" Xiao Chen, a newly recruited waiter who followed him in, was one year younger than Luo Wencheng and had a good relationship with him on weekdays. At this time, he patted him on the back and said angrily: "Those people It’s too much, I have to pour you wine every time I come here, we are waiters and not wine accompaniments.”

Luo Wencheng rinsed his mouth, then splashed a handful of water on his hot face, finally regained his strength, wiped his face with a tissue, and said in a hoarse voice, "Who told me to offend them before? Damn, it’s not bad that I didn’t find someone to beat me up.”

"But this is too much." Xiao Chen said disappointedly, "The manager doesn't care about those people. I see the manager smiling all day long. I didn't expect to be so indifferent."

Luo Wencheng's expression turned serious: "Don't say that again, how does the manager care about this kind of thing? He is a guest, and he just let the waiter drink a few glasses of wine, and gave the tip. It's not a big deal at all, but if the manager comes forward It seems that our bar is petty, not to mention that those people came here for me, the manager didn't think I caused trouble and drove me away, it's good."

As he spoke, he paused, and patted his pocket with a smile: "Just a few glasses of wine, the tip is enough, and I have to thank them."

Luo Wencheng's eyes are light amber, and he usually looks a little deserted and distant, but when he smiles, his eyes bend, and his temperament immediately softens.

In the past half month, his complexion has improved a lot, his skin is white and rosy, his originally withered body has become plump and straight, his hair grows fast, black and soft, slightly broken hair scattered in front of his forehead, at this moment under the lamp With a smile, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a natural temperament, he is as good-looking as the male protagonist who walked out of a romance comic.

Xiao Chen stared blankly, thinking that brother Luo seemed to be getting better and better every day, seeing that his demeanor was different.

Xiao Chen was silent for a while, then sighed: "Brother Luo, I understand, but your temper is really good."

Luo Wencheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice: "Is your temper good or not? That's how you make a living. Okay, go to work quickly, and I'll rest for a while."

After Xiao Chen left, the toilet was completely quiet. Luo Wencheng supported the sink with both hands, looking at himself in the mirror with an indifferent expression.

Is he good-tempered? If he didn't ask for something else, why should he greet people with a smile every day in this place? It's a pity that after half a month, I haven't found any news about Lu Jiuye. When will he appear on stage? But counting the time, it should be almost a few days.

"click".

Luo Wencheng instantly restrained his expression, is there someone else in the toilet?

The mirror reflected the doors to the toilet cubicle behind, one of which opened and a tall man stepped out of it.

Luo Wencheng was a little embarrassed at first being overheard speaking, but then his eyes fixed, why did he look familiar? If the right eye is covered with a cloth...

It was hard to see the real person in the mirror, Luo Wencheng turned around suddenly, the bathroom was not big, the man had already walked behind him, raised his eyebrows slightly at Luo Wencheng's excited reaction, Shi Shiran walked to another sink to wash his hands.

Luo Wencheng and those deep eyes looked at each other for a moment, and clearly saw the scar under the thick and sharp eyebrow of the other's right eye.

It looked like it was cut by a knife, and it looked like it was scratched by rough debris. It didn't look like a minor injury. No wonder he had to wrap his right eye at that time. He thought he was one-eyed. These days, he was paying attention to news about one-eyed people.

"You..." Luo Wencheng was excited.

Lu Chong turned his head and glanced at him again. He was tall and tall, even if he bent slightly to wash his hands, he was a little higher than Luo Wencheng. His condescending gaze was deep and loose, revealing a strong coercion. Luo Wencheng's voice suddenly stuck in his throat He was sensitively aware that the man in front of him was different from the person who gave him food and drink that night with a calm tone.

Like the first time they looked at each other, people felt a dangerous tension.

There was still a faint smell of tobacco from the nostrils, and it was as clear as the grass and trees in the snow. It was very special. Luo Wencheng couldn't tell whether it was the smell of tobacco or perfume, but he calmed down quickly and said after deliberation: "Hello, you, you Still remember me?"

The kindness of the meal that night, the thousands of dollars that saved him from embarrassment, and the man with a flat and cool tone that made people feel very gentle, Luo Wencheng had received too little help, and that kind of help in the middle of nowhere was too much for him. It is really too precious.

Lu Chong's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know what Luo Wencheng was talking about at all. He shook off the water droplets on his hands and took out two paper towels to wipe his hands. He performed his usual movements with an inherent calmness.

"Is something wrong?" His eyes were cold.

"Ah..." Luo Wencheng was slightly surprised, this reaction...does he not recognize himself?

No way, even though it was too dark that night, the distance between the two of them was not far from each other, so they couldn't see people clearly, right? Or have you changed too much?

However, it may be that I didn't take it to heart at all. In the dark night, the homeless people I met inadvertently, the food and wallets I threw away...

It was such a small thing...

Luo Wencheng was inexplicably disappointed.

He stood dumbfounded as if he had been hit, with a silly face, water hanging on his face and he didn't know how to wipe it off, he looked clean, his hair was soft, and the tails of his eyes were blush from drinking, and his eyes were moist. The water vapor looks particularly innocent and dazed.