The first thousand three hundred and eighty-seven chapters God operator
Beauty with beautiful car, flaming red lips; long drought and rain, fingertips flicking. This pair was nibbling at the entrance of the community, under the gaze of two large stone lions, only to hear a low cough from behind to separate the two.
, to be precise, it was Zhu Xiaoling who pushed Xu Qing away, and the guy moved forward with his mouth full of contentment.
Cough cough! Two more annoying coughs, and Xu Qing finally couldn't help but get angry. He turned around and cursed: "Paralyzed, where did the tuberculosis ghost come from..." Halfway through the words, the other half was blocked in his throat.
In his eyes, he saw an acquaintance, his uncle Qi Kaiwu. The old man was holding a Xishi purple clay pot in his hand and looked at the two of them with a half-smile.
Xu Qing seemed to have been poured a pot of cold water on his head, and the top of his forehead was so embarrassed that he could only smile and said: "Uncle, why are you here, hehe!"
Qi Kaiwu raised his hand and brought the spout of the Xi Shi pot to his mouth, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Boy Xu, you didn't even say hello to your uncle when you came to Macau, but you talked to Girl Zhu first, how unfilial!"
Xu Qing felt suffocated and thought to himself, isn't this nonsense? This time I came here just for Sister Zhu... But he said hey: "Uncle, I am not asking Sister Zhu about you.
Do you have a phone number? I’ll bring some fruit or something to see you after I finish my work in two days..."
Halfway through his words, the skin around his waist tightened. Zhu Xiaoling pinched his waist and said in a low voice, "Is there anyone who asks for a phone number like you?"
Qi Kaiwu knew that this kid was talking nonsense, but he didn't tell the truth. He took out a gold-gilt business card from his arms and threw it into the convertible. He raised the purple clay pot and took a sip and said: "You guys go on, go to the old man when you have time."
Just sit at home and you won't have to eat fruit." After saying that, the old man turned around, shook his head three times and walked into the gate of the villa community with small square steps.
Xu Qing reached out and picked up the business card, only to realize that it was not gold-plated, but a pure gold foil business card. In addition to a phone number and Qi Kaiwu's name printed on it, there was also a very funny pattern printed on the back, a high wall.
A flower stretched out, doesn't it mean that the garden is full of spring scenery and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall?
Xu Qing discovered the peepshow, held the business card and flicked it with his fingers, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that our junior uncle is also a pretty old man. He is always thinking about Hongxing's affair. No wonder he peeked at us.
Kiss, hehe!" As a disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, he naturally knows that men who practice Zhengyang Gong have stronger abilities than ordinary people. Master Wang Tiangang, who is over 70 years old, can still raise a fat and white baby. This is the best example.
Zhu Xiaoling glanced at the business card on her fingertips, rolled her eyes at him and said: "Nonsense, Mr. Qi's business card is printed with plum blossoms. What he likes most is that the snow blows louder and the wind blows louder. Flowers have the strongest moral integrity.
This is clearly a plum blossom in the iceberg and snow, look what you have twisted it into with your dirty thoughts, you!"
"Is this a plum blossom? Not to mention it looks a bit like it." Xu Qing took back his business card, took a closer look at it, and whispered: "This iceberg is so flat, there isn't even a bulge..."
Zhu Xiaoling smiled lightly, started the car, and asked in a low voice: "I just heard you say you came to Macau for business, are you here to gamble, right?" Macau's biggest pillar industry is gambling, and mainland tourists will come to Macau for business in ten cases.
Most of them are here to gamble, of course there may be some exceptions.
Xu Qing smiled and put the business card into his pocket, and put his hand on Zhu Xiaoling's leg. Today, my sister is wearing black stockings, and the thin layer feels good.
"Sister, I came to Macau this time mainly to see you, and by the way, I can help a friend deal with a little trouble." After not using it for a long time, my sister's legs seem to have become a lot rounder. When I am with her, I can temporarily forget the disputes and become
That ignorant and willful young man back then, no wonder people would say that the female college student holds a gold brick, and it feels good to be cared for.
Zhu Xiaoling didn't ask any more questions. She had already gotten the answer she wanted. The car sped along and soon stopped in front of a large and luxuriously decorated restaurant. From a distance, she could see the restaurant's gold-lettered signboard, Haomen Doulao.
After getting out of the car, Xu Qing glanced at the gilt characters on the signboard and whispered: "Sister, what is this doulao? Is it delicious?" He felt that this place in Macau was too bad, doulao, it's so delicious.
Do you want to fish out the beans after they are cooked in the pot? It would be better to eat the whole piece of tofu.
Zhu Xiaoling smiled and said: "You'll know when you go in. I'll keep it for you and you won't be able to stop eating it." After saying that, she stretched out her arm to hold the little man's arm, and the two walked into the restaurant together.
Only after entering the door did Xu Qing know what the tune of Doulao was. He saw a circle of people sitting around the table, holding out chopsticks and passing colanders in front of a steaming casserole. Some people were boiling all kinds of meat on the side of the plate.
Add it to the pot, I bet this is a shabu-shabu restaurant, and the so-called doulao means 'dulao'.
The business of this Doulao restaurant is quite booming, and the hall downstairs is already packed. Zhu Xiaoling took Xu Qing to the service desk, took out a golden card with VIP words printed on it from her Xiaokun bag and handed it to a sweet-looking waitress.
, whispered: "Open a box for me, thank you."
The waiter took the card, looked at it, and started typing on the computer keyboard quickly. Xu Qing saw her brows furrowed and then handed the card back with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, the box upstairs is full."
Zhu Xiaoling frowned, did not reach out to take the card, and whispered: "Can you help me check again to see if there are any free private rooms." There are many doulao restaurants in Macau, but she thinks this one has the most authentic taste.
If she couldn't let the little man eat the best food, she would feel a little regretful. Looking back at the little man, he was looking at the ceiling casually, as if it had nothing to do with him.
The waiter shook his head and said: "Sorry, all the private rooms are full. I just checked and no one has paid the bill yet..."
At this moment, Xu Qing, who was looking up to the sky, spoke: "It's not busy, someone will pay the bill soon, and it's a box with an auspicious number." As soon as he finished speaking, a waitress with short hair and a round face walked quickly from upstairs.
He walked down and handed a stack of banknotes and a bill folder to the service desk.
"Checkout for box No. 8..." the waiter said eloquently, tilted his head and glanced at Zhu Xiaoling, nodded with a smile and said, "Miss Zhu, I haven't seen you for a few days."
The waitress at the service desk was stunned and looked at Xu Qing in surprise. Isn't this amazing? How could he know that someone had paid? Or was it a box with auspicious numbers? Box No. 8 is the most auspicious, isn't it?
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Xu Qing's face burned at the strange look in the waiter's eyes. He touched his nose and said, "Well, can you just give us box number 8? Thank you."