"Okay! I know you will definitely understand! Right...genius bartender? Huh?" I put a hand on his shoulder and said easily.
"Genius bartender? Master, please don't hurt me..." Even if I learn it for ten or nine years, I can't compare to you who learned it for one month!
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5 minutes ago, on the second floor of Yueying Bar——
"Hey! Zuo Yeyu, look... Xiaoyou!" Following the direction of Situ You's finger, an 'angel' in a white dress was having a fight with a handsome bartender.
"Um……"
Zuo Yeyu narrowed his starry eyes and stared at that pretty figure.
"Eight years ago, we turned against each other because of Xiao You. Now... Xiao You is back. Should we... continue to be enemies or friends?" Ling Mingche also looked at the white figure, his eyes gradually becoming deeper. He pursed his lips lightly.
Taking a sip of the cocktail, the quiet voice is particularly pleasant to the ears.
"Ah... a love rival..." It must be a love rival! Xiaoyou... you've made a lot of peach blossoms.
Situ You chuckled.
"Oh, Xiaoyou's bartending skills are really good!" Looking at the busy figure, Ling Mingche gave an evil smile, which captivated everyone.
"Hey, let's go down and take a look." Situ You took the lead and walked to the mixing table.
The other two lazily followed behind.
"Genius bartender? Master, please don't harm me..." Li said helplessly with a wry smile on his lips.
"Xiaoyou!" Zuo Yeyu shouted in surprise.
"Huh?" He responded reflexively, turned around and saw that it was brother Ye Yu! Or Situ You and the madman! [Xiaoxue: The so-called madman refers to Ling Mingche! Hehehehehe... Mou Che: Get out of here~
!] "Brother Yeyu?! And you! Why are you here? Also, why have you all disappeared recently!"
"Why can't we be here? Is there a rule here that we can't enter?" Situ You lazily leaned against the wall and made a handsome post. Most of the women in the bar were fascinated by him.
I can't tell the difference between north, south, east and west.
"Uh..." Speechless! That guy!
"Wife You, have you missed your husband and me lately?" Ling Ming strode up to me, raised my chin with his index finger, and smiled ambiguously.
"You're a lunatic! Let me go! The devil is your wife!" I struggled hard and slapped off his claws with one hand.
"Hey, wife, do you think...you are a ghost?" He pretended to be surprised, "Haha...it's okay, even if you are a ghost, I will be responsible for you, husband!"
"...The devil wants you to be responsible!"
"Honey, I know you are a ghost, there is no need to repeat it again."