Sweetheart From Childhood Chapter 4

The lights in the "Waterfront" veranda were dimmed, with a cool, bluish hue. Each private room was tightly closed, isolating it from the outside world.

The thick red carpet absorbed the sound, and John followed the indicator light and walked to the innermost part.

After going to the toilet, John washed his hands and thought about just sending a message to his cousin and leaving. Anyway, he didn't want to listen to them singing anymore.

At this time, two staff members wearing water-relief clothes came out of the toilet and chatted beside him.

The sound of water rushed, and their voices were clearly heard by John.

"Are all kids nowadays so tough?"

"Yeah, I don't know whether to say he's stupid or naive."

"She's just showing off. It's obvious that the woman is in this line of work. Does she look pure and innocent just because she sheds two tears? I guess she didn't expect to run into a ruthless man like Wang Ershao, so she planned to run away temporarily and let the new guy help her deal with it."

"Wang Er Shao never shows mercy when playing with women. If she doesn't want to suffer, she will push her into the fire pit. How vicious."

"The key is that the guy believed her nonsense. It's funny, he thought he was safe because he was a man? The private life of Mr. Wang is extremely chaotic in his circle. The guy looks like that. If he goes in to serve wine, he will probably be half dead when he comes out."

After turning off the tap, one of them paused and suddenly asked, "I heard from the manager that the guy is still a high school student. If something happens, it will be on the social news."

Another person sneered: "Who can you blame? One is willing to fight and the other is willing to be beaten. No one forced him. And don't worry, with the Wang family here, this news won't come out."

John wiped his hands with a tissue, thinking that the world in the rich family novels was so wonderful, and the rule of law society was just a decoration.

Of course, if this is not the case, how can it be convenient for those idiots to do beastly things?

John was not the kind of person who would stand by and watch someone in danger. He planned to report the matter to the front desk later. He couldn't just watch someone else's child being abused.

He took out his cell phone, typed a message to his cousin, "Cousin, I'm going to take a taxi back first," and pressed the send but.ton.

I heard a conversation between two staff members as they walked to the door.

"What's that kid's name?"

"It seems his last name is Xie, Xie...Jordan, yes, Jordan!"

Stiff fingers.

Jordan? !

Hold!

John was stunned, then put his phone in his pocket, suddenly strode out and called out the two staff members.

"Wait a moment!"

The two staff members were stunned, and when they turned around, they saw a tall boy of about fifteen or sixteen coming out of the toilet in a hurry.

They worked in Linshui, so they had good service quality. They knew John was born into a noble family by looking at her clothes, so they asked, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

John's tone was a little anxious: "Which box?"

The staff was confused: "What?"

John suppressed his impatience and asked, "Which box is Jordan in?"

The staff was embarrassed: "This......"

John stared at them quietly, his dark eyes full of seriousness, and said word by word: "Jordan and I are classmates."

The staff sighed inwardly. They were not cold-blooded people, so they said, "He's in Room 305."

John whispered "thank you" and ran downstairs.

While walking downstairs, he edited another message to his cousin, "I'm at 305."

If it was a stranger, John would help, but not so urgently. The name Jordan immediately brought his worry and uneasiness to a peak.

Because besides "attracting perverts", Jordan's physique also has another characteristic, which is that it is particularly easy to arouse other people's desire for sadism.

Abbreviated as disaster-ridden.

Others might just drink some wine and vomit. But for Jordan, it would be breaking legs and smashing brains. In order to better torture Jordan, the author really did everything possible.

John cursed the original book's rubbish settings and ran to the front desk, his tone mixed with the panting brought by running: "Miss! I want to report it!"

The receptionist was stunned for a moment, then recognized him as someone brought by Dylan, and asked respectfully, "What did you say?"

John: "I want to report it. Someone is causing trouble in 305!"

The receptionist's delicate makeup was slightly stiff: "Making trouble? Okay, I, I'll ask."

She was about to contact the service staff on the third floor, but the intercom was not connected.

John slammed the table and yelled, "It's too late. Is your manager here? Lend me a few people first. My friend is in 305. I feel like if I'm a second late, something will happen to him."

Front desk lady: "......."

Where did these little brats come from? She really wanted to ask the security guard to kick them out. But for the sake of Prince Meng, she could only smile stiffly and said, "Okay, okay, don't worry."

In the backyard facing the water, in the private room decorated in an antique style.

Dylan was tired after singing a song. He sat on the sofa and was about to open a bottle of wine when his cell phone suddenly flashed.

He slid the screen to unlock it and saw a message from his cousin.

Two.

[Cousin, I took a taxi back first]

【I am at 305】

The two were separated by only a few minutes.

Dylan felt something was wrong, opened a bottle of beer, and asked casually, "Did anyone come to Room 305 in Linshui today?"

Sitting next to him was the young master of the Wei family. The Wei family was a giant in the catering and entertainment industry in Jingcheng, and Linshui was its club.

Wei Ce said, "305? Why are you asking that?" He was shuffling the cards when he suddenly remembered something: "No, I seem to have some impression that when I went upstairs today, I met Henry Wang and his group. They seemed to have entered 305."

"puff!"

All the wine in Dylan's mouth sprayed out.

Wei Ce quickly moved aside and cursed: "fcuk, are you asking for a beating?"

Dylan was so angry that he crushed the bottle into a piece, stood up, his eyes were gloomy, and his tone was cold: "Wang, Bei, Shan?"

The people around him saw that he was very angry and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Although he is indeed disgusting, he didn't provoke you."

Henry has a very bad reputation in their circle.

He was fond of hunting for novelties and had perverted interests. He almost killed a third-rate female star in her apartment. It was the Wang family who spent a huge amount of money to keep her down.

Dylan's face turned black and he said angrily: "My cousin is in 305 now!"

A group of people took a deep breath.

The young master of the Song family looks like a well-behaved and handsome boy. I hope Henry, this idiot, wouldn't be so blind as to lure him in.

Dylan was eager to protect his brother, so he strode out, gritting his teeth and saying, "dmn it, my brother has lost a hair, I'll put him in the ICU today!"

"Hey, wait, we'll go with you."

Several young masters of Jingcheng also stood up hurriedly.

Just kidding, if something really happened to John, their legs would be broken by the old man at home.

Facing the water, on the third floor.

Following behind John, the manager was miserable: "Young Master, how come we have your classmates here?"

John said with a cold face: "If I say yes, then yes."

The manager felt like he was being pushed into a fire pit by a little brat, but he had no choice but to knock on the door.

After a while, the door of 305 opened.

The person who opened the door was a young man with dyed blond hair, gray eyes, and an unhappy look on his face: "What are you doing?"

The manager was sweating: "I heard that there was trouble here, so I came to take a look."

The yellow-haired man said, "No! Get lost!"

After saying this, he was about to slam the door shut.

But the handle was held by a young boy's slender white hand.

A slightly cold voice sounded: "My friend is inside."

The blond looked back and saw a young man in a white T-shirt and jeans, and his eyes immediately lit up.

He originally liked boys, and he was used to being domineering in Jingcheng with Henry. Looking at John's fair face, he felt hot in his crotch. He narrowed his eyes and smiled frivolously: "You mean the guy named Jordan? He is your friend, friends are good, do you want to come in and play together?"

The manager wanted to remind Huangmao: "No, this......"

Unexpectedly, John had already pushed him away and sneered: "Okay."

The blond opened the door enthusiastically.

John stepped directly in.

There was music playing in the box, making a lot of noise, chaos and impetuousness. The air was filled with smoke and the pungent smell of alcohol. Several men were sitting on the sofa, their belts unbuckled, with topless women sitting on their h!ps, laughing, moaning and groaning.

But they put their arms around the women's waists, their eyes were looking jokingly at the center of the box, and they were making random comments.

"Drink!"

"Master Wang is a man of his words!"

"We'll let that stupid woman go once you finish drinking!"

John followed his line of sight and saw Jordan.

The protagonist in "Gentle Control".

Jordan still had the childishness of a student in a white shirt and black trousers, but his face was already delicate and sharp. The light fell on his eyebrows, and the coldness seemed to melt into frost.

There were already several empty bottles on the table.

But Jordan kept moving. His slender hands lifted the bottle and poured the wine in one go, like a veteran.

The boy unbut.toned his shirt to the second but.ton, tilted his head back, and the wine flowing from the corner of his lips rolled over his collarbone, which was incredibly s3xy.

Drink the whole bottle.

Place the bottle on the table.

"ten."

The young man lowered his eyes and spoke in a cold voice.

In this abyss of decadence and dissipation, he was as clean and indifferent as a ray of light.

Kneeling on the ground was a woman whose makeup was smudged by tears. She also raised her head and stared at her blankly.

If you drink ten bottles of the deadliest liquor, you will at least have a perforated stomach if you don't die.

Sitting in the middle of the sofa was a slightly plump man, smoking a cigarette, and said meaningfully: "You actually finished it all."

Jordan said indifferently, "Let her go."

Wang Bei stared at the boy's delicate face with his eyes wide open, licked his lips, and put out the cigarette but.t on the table.

"Okay, I'll let her go, but I paid a lot of money to hire this woman, and I let her go for just ten bottles of wine. I feel really bad about that. How about you compensate me with something?"

Jordan's pupils shrank, he didn't say anything, but his hands clenched little by little.

The people around him all showed meaningful smiles. The person that Young Master Wang likes will definitely not be able to leave tonight.

Henry pushed the woman sitting on his lap away, opened his legs, and smiled obscenely: "How about this, I called her to relieve my s3xual desire, why don't you use your mouth to make me cum? How about we just leave it at that?"

At the door of the box.

The yellow-haired boy leaned against the door, very dissatisfied: "I'm playing with other kids, why are you joining in the fun? Get out of here, you're ruining my fun."

The manager said bitterly: "Don't do that. Something bad will happen. He was brought here by Prince Meng. Something bad will happen."

Huangmao: "What? Who brought it?"

Just as I thought something was going to happen, the next second I heard the sound of a wine bottle being smashed in the box.

Boom! Huge as thunder!

Everyone was terrified.

I don't know when a young man came into the box.

Without saying a word, he picked up the beer bottle on the table, swung it and hit Henry on the head.

Henry's pupils shrank and he barely dodged it, but the fragments of the wine bottle hitting the wall still made his face bloody.

As soon as he touched the blood on his face, he went crazy and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Who! Who let him in!"

Jordan was also stunned. The last second, he was surrounded by darkness. The insulting words and disgusting gazes tortured his nerves and dignity bit by bit.

The next second, someone suddenly appeared and shattered this nightmare. He had drunk so much that his stomach had been aching like a knife. His usually cold eyes were now a little confused, and he looked at the person next to him in silence.

John walked out of the darkness, furious. He looked at Henry and sneered, "You just want to relieve your s3xual desire, right? I'll help you."

A real hardcore release.