Cosine:  …

He shook the goose bumps on his body and looked serious, "Do you really want to be my student?"

The man in the vest's eyes lit up and kept nodding.

"Take off your lip studs first, and then wash off the makeup on your face. The clothes are too tight and it's indecent, so go change a T-shirt."

Vest man:  …

"You're sick!" The man twisted his waist and walked away with a face full of resentment.

There was a chuckle behind him, and when Cosine turned his head, he saw Gu Xing wearing a black and white waiter uniform, standing there with a tray.

"Mr. Yu, are you looking for me specifically?"

Cosine hummed, and before he spoke, he heard Gu Xing say, "You don't need to persuade me, I'm fine here, and I can make some extra money."

Cosine frowned slightly, "Even if you want you to work, you have to change to a decent place."

"The money is here fast."

Gu Xing smiled without hesitation, but that smile was a little bleak.

Cosine sighed lightly and stared at the boy's drooping eyelashes, "Gu Xing, can you tell me what happened to you recently?"

"Gu Xing, what are you still doing, Mr. Qian is here, asking you to accompany him to drink by name!"

There came the manager's voice.

Gu Xing's back froze, and he turned his head to see a middle-aged man with small eyes and a face full of flesh staring at him maliciously on the deck not far away.

Chapter 13

Seeing Gu Xing bowing his head and wanting to go there, Cosine quickly grabbed his arm, "Gu Xing, don't go."

"It's just a drink, nothing."

Gu Xing broke free from his arm, turned around and went to the booth. Cosine is almost two big, and he hastily followed.

"Xiao Gu, I haven't seen you for two days. Your little face is getting more and more beautiful." President Qian's playful eyes swept across Gu Xing's handsome features, and finally landed on those long legs that made him coveted.

Gu Xing smiled and put the opened whisky and red wine in his hand, "You drink it slowly."

"What's the point of me drinking alone, Xiao Gu, why don't you sit here and drink with my brother."

Qian Zong showed a somewhat wretched smile and patted his thigh.

The others in the booth also whistled and coaxed, and all of them stared at Gu Xing with a good show.

"Mr. Qian, you like drinking so much, how about I drink with you?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Gu Xing.

Gu Xing was stunned for a moment, turned his face, and saw that Cosine had taken off his glasses at some point and brushed away the broken hair in front of his forehead. Those bright and clear, apricot-like eyes were exposed. Indescribable look.

When he met his eyes, Mr. Qian straightened his eyes.

"Don't know who this is?"

Cosine stepped forward to stand in front of Gu Xing, "I'm Gu Xing's cousin. He's young and can't drink enough. I'll drink the wine for him tonight, I hope Mr. Qian won't embarrass him."

The middle-aged man squinted his triangular eyes and looked at Cosine wanton. Even if the young man was wearing an ordinary shirt and trousers, he could vaguely see his figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist. It is estimated that it will feel better in the hand.

"Okay, what do you want to drink?"

"What are you doing here?" After a brief period of shock, Gu Xing became anxious and tugged at Cosine's arm.

"Just like you, drink."

Cosine's eyes were indifferent, he bent down, took two new glasses on the coffee table, and poured a mixture of six or seven kinds of wine on the table, and finally the wine in the glasses turned into a strange dark green , exudes an icy sheen under the blurred light.

"Mr. Qian, how about I toast you?"

Cosine smiled and handed one of the glasses to the man.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at him with interest, took the wine and touched the back of Cosine's hand without any trace.

Gu Xing watched that scene, and clenched his hand holding the tray tightly, feeling even more disgusting than being touched.

Cosine's hand looks like a hand holding a pen, clean and slender, with well-defined joints. He curled his fingers, held the wine glass, and drank the depth charge in one gulp under the shocked eyes of everyone.

"Okay!" Applause came from the booth.

The man also finished drinking, with drunkenness on his fat cheeks, and looked at Cosine with a blurred gaze.

Cosine's face didn't change, he even showed a smile, "Mr. Qian, what do you want to drink next?"

"I want to hold you and drink."

The man smiled, stood up staggeringly from the deck, stretched out his stubby arms, and wanted to hug Cosine's waist.

Cosine looked at him coldly, and was about to dodge sideways when a bang, the man's plump body slammed on the coffee table, and the glass wine bottle shattered on the ground.

Gu Xing retracted his feet, with strong anger in his eyes, "Dead fat pig, take your dirty hands away from me!"

Mr. Qian propped himself up and got up from the coffee table. He felt the blood stains on his forehead, which had been knocked out by the fragments of the wine bottle, and his expression became angry and vicious, "Gu Xing, you are so shameless, right?"

"You guys, hold him down for me! I'll teach it myself!"

Seeing that Mr. Qian's thugs came over, Cosine's heart jumped, and he quickly blocked in front of Gu Xing.

It's just that the thugs didn't even move when they were blocked by two tall and sturdy black-clothed bodyguards who suddenly appeared.

Seeing the faces of the two bodyguards, Gu Xing's eyes lit up, "My brother is here."

Box on the second floor.

Behind the single-sided glass, Shen Mang slowly stood up from the sofa, he pinched the cigarette in his hand, and looked in the direction of the deck with no expression on his face.

"The one called President Qian has taken off his hands."

"Yes, Mr. Shen." The man in black behind him stepped back respectfully.

"Oh, Xiao Xingxing's temper is really explosive. He dares to come to work in a place like this. I don't know how he died."

There was another person sitting on the other side of the sofa, it was Tian Wei. He put down the cocktail in his hand, and stared at the young man beside Gu Xing with a hint of curiosity on his delicate face.