Love on the Wrong Path Chapter 8

The singing in the bar was melodious, the resident singer held the microphone and sang a lyrical and gentle folk song affectionately. The bartender at the bar threw the cocktail bottle like an acrobat, his movements were skillful and gorgeous.

In a corner, two untouched cocktails were placed on a round glass table.

Dylan was so happy that he kept confirming: "Did she really get so angry that her eyes almost popped out of her head?"

Sarah curled his lips: "What else? Are you going to beat me up?"

Dylan burst out laughing: "How dare she? Who dares to lay a hand on you, my aunt? You're lucky not to be thrown to death by a shoulder throw, not to mention your two brothers who have a terminal sister complex."

He thought for two seconds and concluded: "If someone really dares to do this, then he must have lost his love for this world."

The serious nonsense also made Sarah laugh, and the depression caused by encountering unclean things was completely dispelled.

"Then you," Dylan organized her words, "then you are now unemployed?"

Sarah remembered that after he decided to choose Zhongpei, he rejected all other offers.

After a long silence, she lay on the table and hummed muffledly.

"I will have to rely on Brother Yan to support me from now on."

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it. I dare to acknowledge you as my younger brother. Tomorrow I will join the army and start a new life."

Sarah curved his almond-shaped eyes and couldn't help laughing.

Dylan stroked the glass and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "How about you try your hand at my second brother's company? I remember his company is recruiting people every year."

"At worst, just don't tell anyone that you are the second brother's sister. There are so many people with the surname Song in the company, who would associate you with the second brother for no reason?"

......

That sounds reasonable.

Sarah subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the scene on the second floor that day flashed through his mind again.

The second brother said that he wanted to see Peter about some small matters at the company...

She was a little hesitant but too embarrassed to speak, after all, she had already rejected her eldest brother's proposal that day.

He raised his eyes and gave Dylan an embarrassed look. The latter immediately understood and took out his mobile phone and started typing.

A few minutes later, he waved his phone at her. "Done."

The next second, the cell phone rang, with the note------Second Brother.

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After coming out of the bar, Sarah rejected Dylan's offer to take her home.

It was really not on her way, and the bar was only a dozen minutes away from her home, so she insisted on walking back by herself to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Dylan had never been able to persuade her, so he had to ask her to send him a message when she got home before he left reluctantly.
 
The dark red Maserati disappeared from his sight, and Sarah withdrew his gaze and walked to the other side.

She chose a small path and walked slowly.

Different from the bustling city center, the pace of life here seems to be slower. Most of the lights on the road are off, with only a few dim street lamps that make a crackling sound from time to time.

The road surface was a bit bumpy, with some deep and some shallow water accumulating.

This reminded Sarah of a distant memory, in a small town in the south of tDylangtze River.

The town is paved with bluestone slabs. If you walk on it on a rainy day, you may fall flat on your face. But the fresh smell brought by the breeze will make you unforgettable.

She seldom recalls that time, but it is still vivid in her mind now.

There is only one memory that is always shrouded in a fuzzy veil and cannot be seen clearly.

But she should be happy, as she can still remember the curve of her lips.

Sarah stepped on the edge of the raised stone slab in a good mood and jumped away a second before the dirty water splashed.

This goes on and on, and it’s really fun.

Until two dark shadows suddenly fell before my eyes, looking distorted and terrifying in the dim light.

She glanced at the ferocious-faced man in the lead with an expressionless face and turned to the side.

I was in a good mood and didn't care.

But unfortunately, there are always people who want to bump into me.

"Hey, little sister, why do you leave when you see us?" His tone was teasing, and his eyes greedily moved from the calf to the flawless face.

Another thin man also came over whistling, and the two of them completely blocked her way.

Sarah stopped and looked up with a calm look.

"How about I stay and give you a beating?"

His tone was as cold as ice, with obvious disgust in it.

The fat man's expression froze, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face: "In the middle of the night, you don't take the main road but the small road. You are offering yourself to be------"

Before he could finish his words, the man took several steps back, holding his stomach, and uttered a curse word with a distorted expression: "fcuk you..."

Another slap landed on the face, the sound so loud that it startled the voice-activated lights in the residential building.

Sarah spoke without any ups and downs: "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak, so as not to disgust others."

The thin man behind him was stunned. He only reacted when he saw the fat man turn around and curse at him. He picked up a brick and planned to launch a sneak attack.

Sarah wiped his hand with disgust, then turned around: "You are playing dirty tricks, you also..."

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared beside the wretched gangster, with his profile facing her, and his jawline clearly visible.

The man who had just appeared at the discussion meeting stood in front of her. He grabbed the gangster's hand with his cold, clear white fingers and pressed it down. With a "click", the brick in his hand fell out of his hand in pain.

Sarah's calm heart suddenly accelerated again, and he was a little dazed.

The light alcohol in her mouth began to evaporate, slowly creeping up her head, making her feel a little dizzy. She stared at it intently, feeling as if she was drunk and hallucinating.

The pair of dark, calm eyes stared at her: "What's wrong?"

The cold voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Sarah looked at him in a daze: "No...be careful!" Seeing the small movements of the person behind her, her heart suddenly shrank, and her voice trembled a little.

The fat man grabbed a wooden stick from somewhere and hit Peter on the back of the head viciously.

The man didn't even turn his head, he shook off the hand and kicked it to the side, then kicked it again. His movements were quick and brutal.

His handsome face was expressionless, but his attacks were so fierce and powerful that no one could resist.

The two thugs fell heavily to the ground, then quickly got up and fled.

Sarah then raised his eyes and looked at him carefully.

Peter was still wearing a neat suit, with a few cufflinks unbuttoned and rolled up, revealing a cold, pale, and thin forearm. He was tall and slender, and his shadow was very long under the street light.

A pair of dark and deep eyes stared at her without blinking.

"Are you hurt?" he asked again.

The cold voice kept echoing in my ears, and then hammered into my heart word by word.

Sarah's heart sank slowly, and her mind was filled with a few big words - she was finished, she really had fallen.

Her heart was beating violently, and the heat spread from her heart all the way to her fingertips.

Then I couldn't stop being shocked------

How long had he been here? Did he see her making the move? What about those arrogant words? Did he hear them all...

The heat in her heart slowly cooled down, and she subconsciously said, "It's over, it's over."

"The image is gone."