Zhao Ziyue is very familiar with this bar. Even the glass revolving door has his marks. A thin crack is in the glass of the revolving glass door, which is thinner than hair, and is faintly embedded there.

It was last month when Mo Xiaoming ran here to take a bar. Somehow he had sex with him and was beaten up. Fortunately, Mo Xiaoming had a foresight. When he saw that things were not good, he called Zhao Ziyue first. Zhao Ziyue rushed over, so Mo Xiaoming was able to avoid the fate of being cut off Xiao JJ, but his body was still beaten up and bruised. Even when he was the best man at the wedding of Liang Junhao and Chen Baihe at St. Fia Church, he was wearing a bandage.

When Zhao Ziyue asked about it later, Mo Xiaoming just stammered and said vaguely. It seemed that this kid might have provoked Ma Zi, a rich man, and then got a beating. Things like this have happened more than once.

When he walked into the bar, Zhao Ziyue was familiar with the road. He took Manni's little hand and passed the noisy crowd. He had been coming to the bar counter. The young man behind the bar was holding a metal kettle and making cocktails. There was a large area of ​​young girls who were foolish about young bartenders.

The mixed air in the bar was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. The music was opened to the maximum, almost deafing the ears. Both men and women twisted their waists and buttocks in the dance floor. The cold-dressed woman mixed in the pile of men and played with frivolous words, teasing those men who could not control themselves. The woman hugged charmingly in the man's arms and sang me. The man was drinking while flirting with the woman.

It's past seven o'clock at night, and it's still early. The large number of people who really like nightlife have not arrived yet. However, there are many people in the bar today. The charming girl in the middle of the dance floor kept shaking her body madly with the deafening taxi music. Her fair body was particularly eye-catching in the swaying lights, and her long hair swung back and forth on the left and right. In an instant, an ambiguous breath enveloped the entire bar.

"What do you want to drink? My little white face?" Manni snuggled in Zhao Ziyue's arms and looked up at him.

He gently bit the pink ears of the fairy in his arms, and Zhao Ziyue smiled wickedly: "I want to have a cup of 'Abyss of Desire'. I wonder if you are interested in drinking with me?"

Manni shrank her neck itchy and said with a smile: "I don't want it. My little face, I want a glass of 'beauty' and slid into the abyss of desire with you." As she said that, Manni took Zhao Ziyue's hand and squeezed into the wall of people lined up by girls or women. She came to the bartender and snapped her fingers at the young man who was mixing, and said crisply: "Handsome guy, please help me make a glass of 'abyss of desire' and a glass of 'beauty'. Don't put ice on both glasses, thank you!"

The young man who was mixing was showing off his skills in fancy bartenders in front of a group of little girls. The metal bartender kettle was spinning like flying in his hands. The group of girls screamed in excitement. After being interrupted by Manni, he looked up and saw Manni's face that looked like a fairy Daji. The young man's eyes kept flying out, and his squeezing body squatted down, and then he caught the half-falling bartender. He was scared and sweated. The girls' screams suddenly broke, as if they were being strangled.

"Little brother, are you okay?" Man Nijiao said weakly, and she didn't forget to give a charming look to the young man who was bartending.

The young man was excited, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the bartender pot and was stunned again. He tilted his head to look at Manni and asked, "This lady, the 'Abyss of Desire' is a very strong wine, I suggest you better change it."

"Why have I been waiting for a long time? It's not my turn yet, but they just arrived, but they have to adjust them first?" asked a short-haired girl with black-framed glasses on the left of Manni.

"Yes! Don't adjust them. There must be someone who comes first and then comes, so they can line up in the back." said a tall girl with long wavy hair on the right side of Manni.

"That's right, do you think this is planting rice seedlings in the rice fields? You can plant them wherever you want!" Everyone behind him said angrily.

"It's not so much. Even when I go to the hair washing room to find the lady, I have to say hello first. I have never seen such a random slut."

"That's right, let them line up in the back."

Zhao Ziyue stood in the crowd, and there was really a little green in the red bushes. These little girls were still planting rice seedlings, hair washing rooms, and randomly planting them. It really made Zhao Ziyue think a lot. At such a young age, she often had a short hair washing room. Be careful not to find her husband's house in the future. Thinking of this, Zhao Ziyue couldn't help but curl her lips.

"What are you looking at? You dare to laugh at my aunt's little breasts, but you still curl your lips." A 10-year-old girl next to Zhao Ziyue, with small yellow curly hair, said, and even held her breasts straight towards Zhao Ziyue.

Zhao Ziyue suddenly felt a surge in front of her eyes, and she thought that she would curl her lips for no reason, which would bring her a slut. The conscience of heaven and earth. The greatest sorrow in life is that when you want to be a gentleman, someone pointed at the nose and scolded her as a villain. She just now felt very serious about the future flowers of the motherland, but she was regarded as a pervert for no reason. Alas! The youth is so terrifying!

"Ahem... Little sister, your... your breasts are really big. From my perspective, I feel like seeing the sea." Zhao Ziyue said sourly. This is the first time he has praised a girl in such a subtle way.

"Well! That's not bad," the girl nodded with satisfaction. She was afraid that others would say that her breasts were small. Every time she met someone to make a fuss about her breasts, the girl would get furious. The man next to her was pretty good, describing her breasts like the sea. This was the first time someone described her breasts like this. The girl felt very accomplished, the sea? Why did she always feel so awkward?

"Silly girl, you are still happy! He is mocking you. Didn't say anything in Xiao Shenyang's sketch, 'I feel like the sea when I see you. I feel seasick. I want to vomit when I see the sea'! Little silly girl, you are still so beautiful that you are secretly happy!" The tall long-haired girl beside Manni said with a polite look at Manni, who looked like a fairy.

Manni's beauty is poison and ** for men, and men cannot resist it, but for women, it is Minting's birth control pill, which is annoyed when touched and becomes tempted. Especially for beautiful women, women's jealousy is at the expense of women. Women can sympathize with an ugly woman who is inferior to her, but they cannot tolerate a woman who is worse than herself in appearance. This is why since ancient times, when wealthy people choose maids, they will pick smart and capable women, but their appearance is much inferior to the lady, in order to avoid overshadowing the main point. Now Manni has undoubtedly become the public enemy of all women.

A girl with small yellow curly hair looked at Zhao Ziyue with a beard and stared at him, stretching out her finger to point at Zhao Ziyue, looking angry.

"What are you doing? Ah? What are you doing?" Manni squeezed through the crowd and reached out to pat off the curly girl's finger.

The curly haired girl was startled and quickly explained: "He...he peeked at me..."

"Didn't he just glance at your breasts? What's the big deal?" As he said that, Manni made a move that made all women stunned, at least Zhao Ziyue, who was extremely thick-skinned, buried her head very deeply.
Chapter completed!