12dz Chapter 313 A Kind of Deliciousness
Chapter 313 A Kind of Deliciousness
This is not the most terrible thing.
The most dangerous thing was that as soon as the monkey said that, completely subconsciously, the eyes of the group went straight to Yin Su's crotch.
Several X-ray-like gazes focused on his lower body. Even with his excellent self-control, Yin Su couldn't help but turn cold. Even if he didn't know what they were talking about before, he knew from their behavior that it wasn't a good thing.
—It's over.
The thought popped into Bo Bing's mind, and she quickly looked up at Yin Su's face—he was looking at her with a half-smile, his beautiful eyes slowly widening their black pupils, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made Bo Bing's knees tremble involuntarily.
Like prey being targeted by predators.
He swallowed hard. "Sit down...sit down and we'll talk..."
"Is Boss Bo trying to intimidate me?"
Yin Su tilted his head, his eyes seemingly casually sweeping over the table, which was covered in food that had been sprayed with saliva by several people. "Not only did they make fun of me, a guest, but now they're making me sit down, as if they want me to eat leftovers?"
He was good at smiling and knew how to control the emotions in his smile. At this moment, his cold smile revealed the natural intimidation of a superior, creating a distance between him and the others. This made Monkey and the others realize that Yin Su was a man of great status, and they instantly felt a chill in their hearts.
"No, our boss absolutely didn't mean that—"
Ma Zi quickly stood up, wanting to explain to Yin Su. Deep down, he was afraid of Yin Su, and anyone could tell that the other party was suppressing his anger. In order not to cause trouble for his boss, he quickly said, "Brother Monkey is also a little drunk. Boss Yin, please don't take it to heart."
Bo Bing finally snapped out of her daze.
He rubbed his forehead, realizing that his careless words had caused the trouble. He quickly walked around the table towards Yin Su, waving to Monkey and He Jinlan as he went: "You guys go to another table and eat with Boss He first. Yin Su and I... I'm going to talk to the teacher."
He walked beside Yin Su with his back bent, his head bowed and his hand outstretched in a gesture of invitation, "Let's talk in private, teacher."
The way the godfather said those words was quite agreeable.
Yin Su looked at the black-haired youth beside him who was looking up at him. His expression and tone were not good.
"I have no obligation to lend!"
With veins bulging on Bo Bing's forehead, he suppressed the urge to knock the man unconscious with a punch and take him away. Instead, he grabbed the man's wrist and walked out amidst the various gazes of the crowd.
Dressed casually, He Jinlan seemed used to the way the two interacted. She didn't chase after them, but sat down on her own, pressed the bell, and asked the waiter to clean the table and serve a main course.
He elegantly wiped his hands with a wet wipe, looked at the group of people staring at each other, and said, "Don't look at me like that. It's just a fried rice with egg. Your boss can afford it."
Next to the private room was a separate washroom. As soon as the door closed, Yin Su pushed Bo Bing's hand away and went straight in, putting distance between them.
"You're angry."
It wasn't a question. Bo Bing touched her nose a little awkwardly and stood at the door looking at Yin Su.
"Don't dare."
Yin Su spoke in a calm tone, arms crossed, his eyes slicing through the other person.
“I didn’t say anything bad about you,” Bo Bing cleared her throat, her ears burning, and said guiltily, “It’s just that Cao Xin told a joke… I was a little tipsy, so I just blurted it out.”
"A joke?"
"Uh...dirty jokes."
Yin Su looked at him coldly, "You think I can't guess?"
It's hard to ride a tiger.
Bo Bing, having drunk alcohol, no longer cared about saving face. With a determined heart, she honestly confessed the whole story, including how she mentioned Yin Su's name without thinking because she was thinking of Yin Su's face. Her mental journey was comparable to confessing to a crime.
It was his tastelessness; how could he make such a sleazy joke about someone behind their back? Bo Bing felt ashamed of himself, but seeing that the other party still had that indifferent look, he felt a little uncomfortable. Not wanting to make things worse, he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, it was my fault."
"That's it?" But Yin Su was clearly not buying it. "Is this all the sincerity you've got?"
Bo Bing paused for a moment, then scanned the surroundings. This was the restroom of a karaoke room, with good soundproofing but it was inappropriate for the occasion and rather rudimentary. However, with Yin Su standing there, the place transformed into a filming location, full of narrative appeal.
He suddenly felt like kissing the other person, so he did.
outside.
"Will Brother Bing be alright?"
The monkey coughed nervously, its hands trembling so much it could barely hold the cup. "It's all my fault for getting drunk."
"Take on my ass! Do you think Bo is going to praise you?" Cao Xin pressed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. "I, Cao Xin, am half responsible for this."
"If I become a Chengqiuzi, I'll become a Baqiuzi; if I lose one, I'll become a Baqiuzi," the monkey wiped his face. "Whether you beat me or kill me, I, the monkey, will accept it."
"You're not laughing now that you've lost your son," Cao Xin said, puffing out smoke as he took a deep drag on his cigarette. "It's a good thing Bo Xilai isn't my former boss, or he'd throw you into the river."
Ma Zi leaned back in his chair and sighed, "Brother Cao, you still don't learn your lesson. Say less."
"Stop talking nonsense," Hai Bixia said, looking at Cao Xin with dissatisfaction. "This matter was indeed not handled properly. You knew that Boss Bo was not good at drinking, yet you still talked nonsense."
Upon hearing this, Cao Xin quickened his smoking pace.
Ma Zi looked worriedly at the lounge where the two were, then glanced at his digital watch. "It's been ten minutes since we went in. I hope something's wrong with Brother Bing... Should I just go ahead and knock on the door to ask?"
"Manager Lu, I advise you not to."
He Jinlan's words stopped Ma Zi from knocking on the door.
It couldn't possibly be Bo Bing who got into trouble. Even if it wasn't for her boss's sake, she couldn't let Bo Bing's subordinates knock on the door of the lounge. He Jinlan thought that she meant well and was afraid that the moment she opened the door, everyone in the room would have their worldviews reshaped.
Watching the man opposite her swallow the last mouthful, slowly drink some water, wipe his mouth, and stand up, before Hai Bixia could even ask a question, the two people in the lounge came out one after the other. Hai Bixia was stunned by the man's perfect timing, opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
He Jinlan shrugged; it seemed they didn't need to reshape their worldview for the time being.
Yin Su's face remained impeccably gentle, revealing nothing, while Bo Bing's expression was icy.
Cao Xin and the others noticed that Bo Bing's complexion was not good, but there was no sign of a fight between the two of them, so they breathed a sigh of relief. "Boss Bo—"
"It's okay, I'll go back now."
Bo Bing followed closely behind Yin Su, saying, "I'm stuck with Hai Bixia, don't worry about me, just finish your meal."
This time, after returning to Yin Su's detached villa in the suburbs, He Jinlan dropped them off and then went back to Bo Bing's house to take care of Hongtashan.
This was Bo Bing's first time visiting Yin Su's villa. The villa was very clean, with elegant and retro decorations, yet it also had a sense of emptiness that no one usually lives there.
The man didn't take him to the master bedroom, but instead to another room. Dark curtains were drawn in layers, like an art gallery, and a crystal chandelier overhead emitted a soft light. Everything was there.
Bo Bing went to wash up on his own initiative. At that time, he did intend to kiss Yin Su to get away with it, but he didn't expect the other party to dodge it. His words "So dirty" put him in a dilemma.
He dried his hair, put on a bathrobe, and came out. He looked up and saw Yin Su's long trench coat hanging on the hanger. Yin Su sat with his legs crossed on the only soft chair in the room, fiddling with the slender tools in his hands.
The movie star's long, flowing hair cascaded down, his handsome profile appearing even more striking under the lights. As he lowered his gaze, his raven-feather-like eyelashes cast a small shadow, conveying a sense of Maria's compassion and mercy.
He wore a crisp, dark red shirt over a well-tailored double-breasted vest, his tie was neat, and his collar was secured with an intricately patterned collar clip; the shirt cuffs were neatly cinched with armbands, revealing his sleek forearms; specially made black leather gloves revealed his well-defined index and middle fingers, which were securely fastened to his wrists with silver buttons.
Compared to him, those non-mainstream, gothic, and visual kei male gods in fashion magazines are instantly utterly crushed.
Bo Bing was lost in thought. If she were to capture the scene with a camera right now, she wouldn't even need to specifically tell Yin Su what kind of emotion to use when facing the camera. Just based on the opponent's core equipment, she could easily set the world on fire with a single shot.
He scrutinized the other person, who looked up and smiled, "Do you remember what you promised me?"
Bo Bing felt a little dizzy looking at him and couldn't help but bend down to kiss him.
This time, Yin Su did not avoid it, but let his kiss land on the vermilion mark between his eyebrows, and then on his lips. He watched the young man drown, and then cruelly pulled away.
Before Bo Bing could react to the abruptly ended kiss, she opened her eyes and noticed a beautiful dimple on the side of the other person's face. So she kissed that spot affectionately.
"Godfather, use your brain."
The godlike man smiled, pressing his thumb against the other's lips. "Is this the face I should be kissing?"
Upon hearing this, Bo Bing lifted her eyelids in confusion, slightly taken aback, "?"
The revelation of Lucifer echoed in my ears.
? !
Bo Bing wanted to kick her past self, who couldn't control her mouth, out of the world.
The carpet is very soft.
The young man, in a fit of despair, thought that he was destined to be disfigured by Yin Su today, in every sense of the word.
In his mind, he could still vividly recall book reviews from "A Thousand Schools of Thought" or some radio program: if Xiang Yu had shouted "Heaven has forsaken me!" when he committed suicide by the river, the village head would have laughed heartily and added, "Truly, Heaven is helping me!"
"Yin Su... Xiao Hua... I'm so sad... Please..."
Bo Bing's crying this time was genuine.
But I always feel that I have to first look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and flick my bangs, and then sincerely look up to the sky and roar "Born at the wrong time" to express the faint sadness of my entrepreneurial journey collapsing halfway through.
Even if he can't compare to Yin Su or appear in fashion magazines, he should still become a forever-circulated, deep-feeling male profile picture in sapphire blue, with a signature that reads "I don't want to laugh at my sadness," admired by thousands, as a small consolation.
"Ok?"
The aroma of soup simmering next to the kitchen counter filled the air. A man wearing an apron and sleeves leisurely tied up his hair, his brows furrowing slightly as he watched the fish that had been caught and was still struggling on the cutting board.
Yin Su began to wonder if the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand was not sharp enough, and if his heart was still a little soft, so much so that even as he skillfully peeled the fish scales, he could still see the pleading in his eyes.
"Ah."
He chuckled with amusement, then made the cut, displaying a wicked sense of humor.
"Why are you begging me? Just yell if it hurts."
The fish is long dead now.
—But there was still a strange light flashing in his eyes.