Deep In a Galaxy Chapter 9

Although there have been a lot of strange things surrounding him recently, perhaps because Harper is there, Blake is not too worried. He still goes to work overtime every day, leaving home early and returning late, just wanting to get the newly started company on the right track as soon as possible.

Two months passed quickly, and the weather gradually turned colder. At two o'clock in the morning, the office building was empty. Harper put a cup of hot milk on his desk and asked, "Are you going to live in the company again?"

"It's so late already?" Blake glanced at the time. "Forget it, let's sleep in the lounge."

"You've been too tired lately." Harper sat opposite him, "Pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

"Yeah." Blake said perfunctorily, stretching hard, "My back hurts, I'll change the chair tomorrow."

"It has nothing to do with the chair." Harper handed over the cup of milk. "Drink it, and then I'll accompany you to the top floor to get some fresh air."

"The top floor?" Blake refused. "No, no, according to the TV routine, there is either a murder case or an adulterer having an affair in the middle of the night. Anyway, it's not a good thing."

"If we encounter a murder case, we will call the police. If someone is having an affair, we will hide and watch the fun." Harper pulled him to press the elevator but.ton. "Anyway, if you stay in the office any longer, you will really be bored."

"Hide and watch the affair?" Blake's three views were refreshed, "Such a vulgar hobby, there is no need to say it out loud, right?"

What a beast in human clothing.

That's you.

The elevator stopped steadily on the 39th floor. Of course, there was no one having an affair. There was only the cold starlight scattered all over the top floor and the bright neon lights of the city in the distance. The sky was magically divided into two parts here. One half was as quiet as blue velvet, and the other half was dyed dark red by the eternal lights. The Milky Way and the cloud rings were intertwined, magnificent and grand. In the memory of more than 20 years before, Blake had never realized that the sky at night was not just pitch black, but there were so many overlapping and gradient colors blending together.

It was windy and cold, so Harper took off his coat and gently wrapped it around him.

"Thank you." Blake turned to look at him and asked, "But aren't you cold?"

"I seldom feel cold," Harper replied, "unless I'm sick."

...

Blake commented: "You are such a strange person."

"Maybe." Harper smiled, his eyes still fixed on the distance, which was a vast galaxy.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and Blake shivered unconsciously.

Harper came back to his senses: "Let's go back, it's too cold here."

"I feel dizzy and don't want to work." Blake leaned against the elevator and suddenly asked after a while, "Hey, what's the name of the bar you often go to?"

"Bar?" Harper was stunned, then shook his head, "You are not allowed to go."

"Why?" Blake was puzzled. "I'm not a minor. Is it okay for me to drink a glass of wine?"

"It's a rare opportunity. If I were you, I would choose to have a good sleep." Harper was very patient, "instead of going to the bar to get drunk."

"Who says you have to get drunk when you go to a bar? Can't you just have a couple of drinks to relax?" Blake dragged him forward forcefully. "Why are you so awkward? Tell me the truth. What did you do in the bar before? I'll go check it out carefully."

Mr. Han: ...

The city roads were unobstructed at night. The silver sports car made a low roar, drifted in a beautiful arc in the parking lot, and finally parked steadily in the parking space.

"How is it?" Blake unbuckled his seat belt and said proudly, "My driving skills are not worse than yours, right?"

"That's good, but it's also dangerous," Harper replied. "This is just one time, and it won't happen again."

As soon as the glass door was opened, a huge wave of sound hit us in the face, the rose-colored lights were hazy and dreamy, the ceiling was covered with star-like projections, alcohol burned reason, making everyone crazy, they drank, sang, screamed, and indulged themselves as if they were in another world.

"Hello, Mr. Han." The bartender took out a tray from behind the counter and smiled with sharp fangs. "Two glasses of Tequila Sunrise, my treat."

"It seems like you've been here quite often." Blake muttered quietly, "You even managed to get a free face card."

"No big deal." Harper asked for French fries and onion rings for him, "But you can't drink too much. Tomorrow---"

"Tomorrow is Saturday." Blake interrupted and clinked his glass with his, "But don't worry, I won't let myself get drunk in a strange place."

"This is not a strange place, little cutie." Someone suddenly spoke from behind, followed by an unusually soft and surging touch. Before Blake could react, Dana had already let go of her hand with a giggle, and then opened her arms to warmly hug Harper, "Thank you for taking care of my business again, little handsome boy."

"I just told you not to show up tonight no matter what." Mr. Han gritted his teeth, sounding like he was swallowing every word.

"But little fool, this is my territory, so theoretically, I can appear anywhere." Dana teased him coquettishly in his ear. Her upper body was as soft as boneless, and the visual effect of the low-cut dress was also shocking.

Blake felt mixed emotions and couldn't bear to watch. What on earth was going on?

Harper held Dana hostage and went straight through the crowd to another corner.

Blake: ...

Brother, do you know that this is putting women before friendship?

"Ignore them. Would you like another drink?" The bartender tapped the glass with a spoon. "It's blue curacao. We call it Star."

"Okay, thank you." Blake turned his head and took another look, and couldn't help but lean over to ask, "Are they on good terms?"

"Of course." The bartender poured the azure liquor into the goblet, looked up at him and smiled mysteriously, "Extraordinarily intimate, a relationship that you definitely cannot imagine."

Blake said from the bottom of his heart: "I think I can still imagine it."

The bartender placed the glass in front of him and said casually, "Three silver coins."

Blake was stunned: "What?"

"Well," the bartender adjusted his expression and smiled with eight teeth, "I mean, it's my treat."

"I'm so sorry, you should just put it on Mr. Han's account." Blake took a sip of wine and hooked his finger at him, "Any other gossip?"

"There are a lot, but I can't tell you now." The bartender crossed the bar with his upper body, his eyes flashing with excitement, "If you are willing to give me a call---"

"He doesn't want to." Harper interrupted coldly.

The bartender snorted in boredom and turned to work on the other side.

"Why did you come back alone?" Blake glanced behind him and gestured with her hand, "Where is that beautiful sister?"

"We are talking about serious matters." Harper picked up the wine glass and touched his nose with the cold bottom. "You are not allowed to think divergently."

"I don't believe it." Blake's eyes were sharp, "Tell the truth."

"Really not." Harper didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I will tell you about this in the future, but it will definitely not be what you think now. Do you understand?"

Blake replied: "I don't quite understand. What were you talking about just now?"

Harper said without hesitation: "Talk about her latest boyfriend."

A diamond ring flew in from the darkness on the second floor, accompanied by the smell of high-end perfume, and hit Mr. Han heavily on the head.

Harper remained calm and continued drinking.

Blake was shocked: "Is the relationship so complicated?"

Harper really didn't want to answer his question, so he ordered another glass of wine.

Blake patted his back and said with the tone of a person who has experienced it: "I understand."

Harper: ...

In fact, the content of the conversation between the two just now was indeed related to Blake, or more precisely, it was related to Blake's friend, Chloe.

A top-notch university in China, a top-notch major, and an outstanding fresh graduate, there are plenty of opportunities to choose from no matter where you are. Chloe knew this in her heart, so she was not in a hurry at all. After recovering from her injury, she returned to her hometown to live with her parents for half a month. It was not until yesterday that she rushed back carrying local specialties, intending to submit her resume to find a job.

"Chloe?" Harper was a little surprised when he first heard it.

"Huang Jingyuan once retrieved his information." Dana said, "I think it is necessary to remind you of this. They may offer generous conditions to get close to this... I don't know whether it is lucky or unlucky, Mr. Liu."

"I'll pay attention." Harper put the wine glass back on the table, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Dana blew out a heart-shaped smoke ring at him, "But your guest doesn't look like an ordinary earthling as you said."

"What do you mean?" Harper frowned.

"He's an extraordinary, handsome earthling." Dana smiled and leaned back on the sofa, tiptoed on her diamond-studded slippers, and glanced at him seductively. "Enjoy the night, handsome boy. It's my treat."

...

Harper ordered the fifth glass of wine for the evening.

Blake lay on the side eating French fries.

The noise started again. It was the drinkers playing a game. Everyone was given a number card. The bartender stood at the bar and drew a number and shouted, "Fifteen, who's fifteen?"

"Me!" Blake raised his hand.

"Great, let's see another fifteen, another..." The bartender took out his number plate from his pocket, and his smile froze on his face after he opened it. Forty-six?

Harper slapped a piece of paper on the bar. Fifteen.

"This is impossible!" the bartender screamed.

"Why not?" Harper asked back, his tone lazy, with obvious provocation and threat in his eyes.

The bartender shrank his neck and his arrogance disappeared.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the others started to make a fuss.

Blake reached out to pick up the wine glass.

"I'll do it." Harper stopped him, "From now on, you can only drink juice."

"No," Blake said, "That would be boring."

Harper ignored the protest, holding his wrist with one hand, and holding the huge wine glass with the other hand, he raised his head and drank it all.

There were screams, laughter and banging sounds all mixed together.

"You're going to be drunk." Blake said loudly in his ear.

"I won't get drunk." Harper threw the glass back on the bar and casually put his arm around his shoulders. "Let's go home."