Chapter 8 Give You 3 Days
After the sun sets, every restless soul, wearing a black robe and a black veil, sinks into the cover of the night.
In the KTV lobby, the exquisite crystal chandeliers emit luxurious light, the background music brushes softly through the heart, and the thick and sweet incense flows in the air.
"Ye Zhenzhen, the guest requested Ye Zhenzhen to serve in the xx private room!"
The intercom at the front desk was on loudspeaker, and Ye Zhenzhen was pulled back to Caoying.
The princesses waiting for their shifts in the hall started to make a commotion and began to whisper to each other.
How come this newcomer is called upon every day? It's only her third day on the job. Even if she looks good, she has no chance to meet the customers?
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Ye Zhenzhen perked up and walked towards the designated private room. She pushed open the door and looked at the guest on the sofa in surprise.
"Good evening! It's a pleasure to serve you!"
That set of standard procedures and standard lines of speech were deeply engraved in Ye Zhenzhen's mind.
Wen Baijing hurriedly left Lu Yu behind, and waited for Ye Zhenzhen with a little trepidation.
He looked at Ye Zhenzhen calmly. Her eyes were still filled with clear stupidity, and her smile was still charming. Nothing had changed.
Ye Zhenzhen opened the Chivas whiskey and black tea and mixed the cocktails carefully and attentively, not daring to make the slightest mistake.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled professionally and asked politely:
"Would you like some ice, boss?"
"Ah."
Wen Baijing suddenly discovered that her voice was somewhat sweet, with a lingering aftertaste but not cloying.
One? Two? Ye Zhenzhen hesitated as she added ice cubes to the wine.
Wen Baijing tapped the table with his fingertips, and Ye Zhenzhen understood and stopped adding ice.
Wen Baijing said something for no reason:
"Did that cup yesterday scare you?"
Ye Zhenzhen paused as she was pouring the wine. She shook her head and said, "No."
Wen Baijing still caught a hint of panic in her calmness. No matter how skilled the training was, the caution, uneasiness and restraint of the newcomers were like taut strings that could not escape the eyes that could see through the world.
Wen Baijing could never say the word "I'm sorry". This little grievance was nothing to Ye Zhenzhen in her current situation. There were countless things that were more aggrieved than this.
Ye Zhenzhen poured him some wine, cleaned the ashtray, and stood in front of the computer desk with her hands folded, her eyes dull, as if she was thinking about something.
Wen Baijing looked at Ye Zhenzhen, wanting to explore her heart, but worried that she would resist again, so he could only watch from afar across the sea.
Noticing his gaze, she regained her composure and put on a standard smile.
Wen Baijing felt a little guilty and quickly looked away.
The accompaniment songs played one after another. The two were six or seven meters apart, but they both deliberately lowered their breathing, fearing that the other would hear their uneasiness.
When Wen Baijing was staring at the song MV in a daze, he suddenly saw a row of small words: The next song is "Because of Love".
He smiled as if he had thought of something, and then waved at Ye Zhenzhen.
“Can you sing ‘Because of Love’?”
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, her eyes slightly evasive. Facing Wen Baijing's expectant gaze, she smiled apologetically and shook her head slightly.
Wen Baijing felt a little depressed. He really wanted to be closer to Ye Zhenzhen and didn't want her to regard him as a monster.
"How about... singing 'Hiroshima Mon Amour'?" Ye Zhenzhen asked tentatively with eyes full of smiles.
Wen Baijing's gradually dimming eyes were brightened again when he heard Ye Zhenzhen's words.
Not enough time to love you well
The crazy game should have stopped long ago
...
Ye Zhenzhen, who was singing seriously in the distance, made Wen Baijing want to laugh. Ye Zhenzhen was still Ye Zhenzhen, no different from yesterday, she was still out of tune, and there was no way to pull her back.
When the song ended, Ye Zhenzhen immediately put down the microphone.
Seeing her hurriedly put down the microphone, Wen Baijing spoke quietly:
"Is it hot to touch?"
Ye Zhenzhen was stunned, her face flushed instantly. After her little trick was exposed, she couldn't hide her shame.
Looking at Ye Zhenzhen's uneasy expression, he hesitated to put down the microphone in his hand. He inexplicably blamed himself, knowing that she was panicking and uneasy, he wanted to comfort her, but it always backfired.
The young master politely placed the snacks near Wen Baijing, walked to the computer, stood next to Ye Zhenzhen, smiled and whispered, "How do you sing this song?"
Ye Zhenzhen was puzzled: "What's wrong with this song?"
The young master looked at Wen Baijing with a smile and whispered:
"Any couple who have sung this song together will eventually break up!"
Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly shook her head, as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end she didn't say anything and just curled her lips.
He understood Ye Zhenzhen's cautiousness and fear, and suddenly felt pity for her.
Perhaps it was because he was still young and still had some enthusiasm in his heart, but he felt a sense of pity for her standing on the cliff in front of him.
Those who fell off the cliff had already sunk. He didn't even bother to even look at them, let alone rescue them.
But she was standing on the speeding highway, and in the next second she would be smashed to pieces, bloody and mangled. Ye Zhenzhen made people reluctant to see her broken into pieces, and reluctant to see her fall into the dust.
An idea suddenly occurred to him.
Wen Baijing gestured with his hand, and Ye Zhenzhen came to his side with a smile.
He moved his body and patted the sofa, "Sit down, I have something to tell you."
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head desperately and explained hurriedly:
"According to regulations, waiters are not allowed to sit on the sofa."
Wen Baijing lowered his eyes to look at the woman squatting beside him, his tone calm:
"Ye Zhenzhen, thirty days. I'll give you thirty days."
She raised her head and looked into his eyes, somewhat puzzled:
"What thirty days?"
Bai Wenjing looked at the stupid eyes that were clear to the bottom and said slowly:
"Ye Zhenzhen, I still have a little money. If you can make me fall in love with you within thirty days, what do you want? You can use me as a springboard to escape the swamp."
Ye Zhenzhen tilted her head and frowned. Was it because she had a face that was easily deceived? Or was he stupid and only worried that others would not take his money?
Ye Zhenzhen tried hard to tighten the corners of her mouth and suppressed the excitement of her facial features, but in the end she couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Wen Baijing felt a little annoyed. This silly woman's thoughts were almost written on her face.
But her smile is so cute and romantic.
He was used to seeing Ye Zhenzhen smiling with a mask, but this was the first time he saw her smile from the heart, with a childish innocence. Wen Baijing felt that she should be like this, should smile so innocently, and he really wanted to keep such a smile.
Perhaps it was because it was lonely at the top, he hadn't seen a genuine smile for a long time, let alone a pure smile. He learned early on not to show his emotions, never reveal his true feelings under any circumstances, always calm and flawless.
Ye Zhenzhen's smile reminded him of the warm sunshine in spring. Infected by the romance, he couldn't help but smile along with her.
"Ye Zhenzhen, has anyone told you that you look beautiful when you smile? You look like an innocent child."
Ye Zhenzhen's bright smile was instantly covered by dust, and the water in her eyes suddenly froze. She restrained her innocence and returned to her masked smile.
"No."
This statement froze Wen Baijing's smile. Many questions were entangled in his mind, like the heavy and complicated wires of the old community.
The lights in the KTV hall are as bright as day, and the sound of water in the landscape fountain is always pleasant. Those who are lost are lost here, and those who are sinking remain sinking.
The guest who had paid the bill in the lobby and was about to leave, held the beauty in his arms, entangled with her tightly, staggered towards the elevator, calling her "dear" one after another, like lovers who were reluctant to leave for a long time.
Ye Zhenzhen sent Wen Baijing to the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, he looked calm:
"Ye Zhenzhen, I hope you will think about it carefully. I am serious."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and gently reminded:
"The elevator is here!"
"Please walk slowly and welcome to visit next time!"
Ye Zhenzhen bowed politely at a 90-degree angle.