Beauty Complex

Jiang Bailu really didn't expect that about the Song family young master, which meant even more crazier things were yet to come.

In the evening, Qin Xingyi had an open-air barbecue party in the villa. Before Jiang Bailu went abroad, he was pampered by his father, and was close to catching up with those young masters who did not touch the sun with their ten fingers. He didn't do any of the household chores, and every day when he came home from school, he only had to lie down and wait for his food and drink to be served.

It was less than half a year after he went abroad, and ended up sleeping with a poor student who worked in the bar. After many things he moved into a small apartment he rented near the school and began to learn how to do housework he also learned about barbecue buffet just for that guy.

Jiang Bailu stood by the grill with his sleeves rolled up, turned the chicken wings and drumsticks on the cooker, sprinkled them with some chopped green onion and seasoning powder. Qin Xingyi reached out and picked up a bunch of chicken wings, took a bite and put them in his mouth, then he raised his eyebrows and sighed: "I've known you for 20 years, but I didn't know you could grill this good."

"There's a lot you still don't know." Jiang Baiyun lazily lifted his eyelids, "How does it taste?"

Qin Xingyi : "It's okay."

Jiang Bailu glanced at him, "Just okay?"

Qin Xingyi lifted their chin and tapped the person opposite him, "Compared to him, it's not good enough."

Jiang Bailu turned his head and followed his gaze. Ceng Ge took off his coat and wore a black low-collar bottoming shirt, with his sleeves rolled up very casually, revealing two sturdy and slender forearms, standing beside the fire with his eyes down and roasting a whole lamb. The flickering orange fire made his eyebrows handsome.

Song Tang squinted at Ceng Ge's side and said, "The usual rules, I want to eat the first leg of lamb."

Jiang Bailu regained his gaze and happened to hear that Yu Junlin asked him to get the wine. Jiang Baiyun wanted to see what wine was in the wine cellar, so he raised his foot to call the person and followed him there. When the two of them were halfway there, they were stopped by someone.

Song Tang, who rushed to catch up, glanced at Jiang Bailu, as if he was in a very good mood, and became inexplicably affectionate: "Bailu , you can go back and eat. I'll just follow him."

Jiang Bailu nodded, and didn't take it too seriously. Turning his head and putting his hands in his pockets, he walked a few steps back and then slightly narrowed his eyes. There was something good in the wine cellar that made Song Tang not even eat the leg of lamb roasted by Ceng Ge, and even made him have to get it personally. He stopped and chased after the two figures at the end of his sight.

He followed slowly, seeing the two men entering the wine cellar for a while before he planned to lift his foot into it. But he ran into the previous employee who was pushing the red wine out, and the person who kept the key was behind him.

Jiang Bailu asked him, "Where is Young Master Song?"

The other party recognized him and explained, "Mr. Song is inside picking out a glass of wine and told us all to come out and wait for him."

Jiang Bailu said, and walked in slowly with his pockets inserted. He saw Song Tang standing by the bar, raising his hand to pour a transparent liquid into the goblet. When the hand fell again, the water level in the vial had been lowered by more than half.

Jiang Bailu said suspiciously: "Song Shao." (Note: shao is a way to call someone)

Song Tang was slightly stiff, but when he turned his head and saw his face, he was obviously relieved.

Jiang Bailu stepped forward with a surprised tone: "Song Shao, what are you holding in your hand?"

Song Tang unhurriedly tightened the lid, put the things away, put one hand on the bar table, and raised a pair of dazzling eyes to look at him, "Jiang Baiyun, let's be honest with you. Although Yu Shao wants to introduce you to me, but you really are not my type. We'll call it quits."

Jiang Baiyun did not change his face and responded, "Okay."

Song Tong smiled, "I'm not pouring any poison, it's just a little aphrodisiac stuff. I'm not going to lie to you, this stuff is going to be poured for Ceng Ge to drink." He paused slightly and looked up and down at Jiang Bailu, "Xiao Jiang, you just returned to China and haven't found a job yet, right?"

As if not understanding the other party's intentions, Jiang Bailu made a little confused look, "Not yet."

"It's not uncommon to come back from studying abroad nowadays. to find a good job, no matter how high your education is, it's not as good as your family background." Song Tang tapped his finger on the table top and opened his mouth carelessly, "If you can keep your mouth shut about what just happened, I can grant you a middle-level position in the Song Group."

Jiang Bailu was stunned for a second, then raised his lips, "then Thank you Master Song ."

"Then," Song Tong raised his hand and pushed the glass in his hand towards him, "in order to show your sincerity, after twenty minutes, I want to see you hand this glass of wine to Ceng Ge and let him drink it."