After taking out her membership card and handing it to the waiter at the door for identity verification, Xia Feimeng walked in with a pair of bright eyes.
Sitting at the bar, Xia Feimeng casually ordered a glass of fruit wine, which was mainly composed of fruit juice. How could she proceed with her plan if she was drunk?
The crowds coming and going were well-dressed and distinguished. Xia Feimeng shook the glass of fruit wine and focused on searching for people who met her conditions.
First: not too old, but about the same age as her.
Second: I'm sorry she is from the Appearance Association.
Third: The personality must suit her taste.
As for the definition of the third point, she herself doesn't know what kind of boy she likes.
In this bar with red lights and green drinks, it is actually not difficult to find. First, after excluding the older and slutty men, and then the apologetic toad men, Xia Feimeng quickly locked in a table of people.
The men and women on the dance floor twisted their waists crazily. People of all kinds were looking for prey here, and she saw the meal she was looking for.
Xia Feimeng picked up the fruit wine, stood up, and walked through the sea of people to the table in the corner.
With just a glance, she could tell that these people were definitely not simple. Just by looking at their clothes, they were all handmade. Especially the boy with brown hair who was looking attentively at the cocktail in his hand rippling in the glass. The pattern on his buttons And mark, if she remembers correctly, it is handmade by the world's number one clothing design company. Do you think that if you can make a set of clothes for such a person, will your status be low?
"Handsome guy, how about a deal?" Xia Feimeng gradually approached the boy, then grabbed the cocktail in his hand, forcing him to look at her.
Yi Dianlun's bad mood was disturbed by Xia Feimeng's move, which made him even more unhappy. He raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him with a cunning and conspiratorial face. Her eyes were bright and her long hair was scattered on both shoulders. Her skin is smooth and translucent under the light, and she is a beauty. Yi Dianlun's ink-stained eyebrows raised slightly. "Say."
"How about marrying me? Nine dollars, I'll treat you." Xia Fei was as cute as a cat, lifting Yi Dianlun's chin with her index finger, narrowing her eyes with flowing light, and her cheeks were stained with crimson.