Chapter 750: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (4)

Chapter 750: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (4)

The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (Part 4)

"Sorry, just one moment."

Song Ning hummed softly.

The tall figure said to the other end of the phone, "It's okay. I'm not talking about you. My people are coming over. Don't worry. You heard the man. He looks young, clean, and a handsome boy. He's not what you think."

Song Ning's eavesdropping ears trembled, and suddenly his face turned gloomy and he turned his head away.

His lips pursed slightly, as if he had heard something he didn't like.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

The boy who hung up the phone casually scratched his pure black hair. His lips were very thin, curled with an apologetic look, his nose was straight and deep, and his lake blue eyes were as light as lake water when he looked at people, but they would make people fall in love with him at first sight.

Song Ning stared blankly for two seconds before he reacted and lowered his head to avoid the gaze.

"No, nothing. I get paid well. It's what I should do."

The boy was a little surprised by his statement and chuckled softly.

Song Ning's mood, which had just become gloomy, became cheerful again, and his covered eyes could not hide his obsession.

The laughter is also very nice. Who is this person?

That’s right, Song Ning is not that stupid.

He must have guessed wrong, this person is not Linqi.

Lin Qi's voice, appearance and figure were the best he had ever seen, but that was no longer the case the moment he stepped into the box.

But since there are people who are more perfect than Linqi, why wouldn't he know?

Is the entertainment industry dead? Why aren't people like this popular?

The boy had already picked up his coat, unbuttoned it and then buttoned it up so that the beautiful scenery inside could no longer be seen.

Song Ning almost uttered a "tsk".

Why are you wearing such a tight belt? Are you afraid of exposing yourself as a grown man?

"Let's go, please take me back. By the way, what's your name?"

The boy stretched out his hand towards Song Ning, who was stunned for a moment.

"...Song Ning, what are you doing?"

"Song Ning? What a nice name. Help me up."

The boy raised his arm, and Song Ning finally understood what he meant. He leaned over and let the boy put his arm on his shoulder. A smell of alcohol wafted over.

Song Ning tried hard to ignore the body that was in close contact with him and tried stiffly to find a topic to talk about.

"Have you been drinking? Why don't you just get a room here and sleep? We have very considerate service here."

It's just expensive.

"I don't want to sleep in a place like this. I like the feeling of sleeping at home."

The force on his shoulder was a bit heavy but still within Song Ning's tolerance.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked away, but he heard the other person chuckle again. This guy really loves to laugh.

"You're not surprised to see me. It seems I'm still not popular enough."

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lans, a former member of the SVP boy band. However, due to disagreements with my teammates, I decided to go solo some time ago. Now I'm just an ordinary artist who wants to transform into a singer and dancer."

SVP? SVP's Lance?

Isn't that the former teammate who Linqi said before was particularly unfriendly and lost many resources, the one who was extremely good at beautifying his photos but was very average in reality, couldn't sing or dance, and therefore had very few screen times?

Song Ning's stiff limbs suddenly became flexible, and he turned his head and took a fierce look.

At this glance, there was only one thought left in his mind.

No, is Linqi blind?

Such a great face is all due to beauty and photo-editing?

The nightclub where Song Ning works part-time is very high-end, and they do provide a lot of thoughtful services - as long as the money is right.

Relying on the uniform on his body, Song Ning took Lance through the employee passage at the back.

No one stopped them, and some even took a look at Song Ning's uniform and smiled at them ambiguously.

Song Ning just pretended not to understand.

He just wore it and got an extra two thousand yuan in salary, those services had nothing to do with him.

Not even adding money.

But as he helped the man out of the back door of the nightclub, he couldn't help but think.

This guy will come here to play, so will he take people 'back'?

If so, what does this person like?

Would you like someone like this?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Song Ning lowered his eyes with a look of disgust on his face.

Song Ning, ah, Song Ning, you are so shameless.

He is an artist, and with this figure and voice, why would he like you? Who do you think you are? A rat in the gutter, who only dreams unrealistically all day long.

Just ridiculous.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Song Ning frowned and suppressed it fiercely.

Why can't I think?

So many people dare to think about it, why shouldn't he?

There are even so many people doing it, so what's wrong with him doing it too?

Song Ning's frowned gloomy. Even if he was wishful thinking, at least he was better than those rubbish who didn't even dare to dream.

If he could get such a person, he would definitely hold the person in his hands and give him his heart. He would also work hard to earn for this person what others have. As long as he can do these things, he can think and do whatever he wants!

The more Song Ning thought about it, the more excited he became. He even sniffed the fragrance of this person.

After the evening breeze blew away the faint smell of alcohol on the man, the remaining fragrance was a very pure and intoxicating one.

It was a little cool, but very refreshing and simple. Song Ning sniffed it gently, and felt that the fragrance became more and more popular with him, and it became stronger and stronger.

With his arms draped over his body and his body pressed tightly against his, Song Ning could feel the man's explosive muscle lines just by leaning against him. Occasionally, when he took a wrong step, he could even feel some kind of dormant power in his thighs and buttocks. It was huge.

He now felt as if he was being held in this man's arms. This thought flashed through Song Ning's mind for an instant, and his whole body began to tremble.

It was a real person who could breathe, and the warm breath with a faint fragrance hit his ears; there was also temperature, and although he only touched a slightly exposed part of the wrist, he had seen with his own eyes the man's large cold white chest, and the two pink spots.

I want to lick it, play with it, and hold it in my mouth.

Song Ning's mind was filled with images that flashed uncontrollably. He even began to imagine what kind of scenery he would touch if he went down the chest.

If he did that, would it scare this guy?

Is his name Lance?

That's right, people will definitely be scared, and they will be afraid but don't know who to tell. It can be seen that Lance is such a punching bag, otherwise why would he not come out to explain after Linqi spread so many rumors about him?

‘Gudong. ’

His Adam's apple slid up and down gently, and Song Ning's eyes were almost red.

He really wanted to get what he wanted.

"Be careful."

When Song Ning heard the sound, he staggered and something soft and gentle brushed his earlobe. Song Ning came to his senses and lost himself again.

Is that lips?

"I'm sorry, I didn't stand still."

The extremely pleasant voice next to his ear was apologizing. Song Ning turned his head subconsciously, "No, I didn't notice..."

Their lips pressed together, and they were both stunned.