But on the other hand, he was glad that he had such a friend who was even more powerful than himself.

\"Hahaha, Manager Song, you really know how to pick a place......"

Mr. Jiang, who was sitting in the front seat, laughed, twisted his fat body and turned around to pat Song Yiming's shoulder, the fat on his face and the goodbye meat on his arm swayed rhythmically.

\"You too, so polite, we didn't know each other on the first day, in fact, just find a place to have a cup of coffee...... By the way, that's hundreds of fields?\"

Song Yiming squeezed out a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are laughing, how can you drink some coffee casually...... I've been there once or twice with a few friends, and I think it's pretty good, it's like a thousand fields, and you're satisfied......"

Li Moyang, who was sitting next to Song Yiming, couldn't help but vomit in his heart, this Nima African nightclub is also divided into hundreds of venues!?

This Mr. Jiang is completely different from Li Moyang's journalist, this is a local boss who has just come out of the coal mountain, with a fat body, big shoulders and a round waist, and a fat head and big ears.

When he picked up the tower and got into the taxi downstairs just now, it took the old fat man more than a minute just to squeeze into the car door, and Li Moyang was all kinds of ninjas who didn't dare to laugh out loud.

Mr. Jiang also talked to Song Yiming about how good the scene was, and Song Yiming also listened with just one ear, entering on the left and exiting on the right. If it weren't for Li Moyang next to him stabbing Song Yiming with his elbow, Song Yiming would have almost forgotten that there was another one on the side.

"Brother Song, wouldn't it be good for you to deal with this kind of thing?I'm not familiar with this side, why did you pull me?\" Song Yiming shrugged his shoulders with a smile, \"You can do whatever you want, I've been to Kenya more than once or twice, Brother Yang, you just come with me, can I still sell you as a cowherd?"

\"You two are working together to trick me...... At that moment, are you going to let me do health care with you or watch you demonstrate and observe the teaching?\" Li Moyang pressed his throat and glanced at Song Yiming with a resentful face, \"We came to Africa this time to rescue, do you really come for a temporary vacation?\"

Song Yiming patted Li Moyang's shoulder lightly, and smiled, \"You also dragged the bird song for me...... Anxin West Road, there is a problem with the wood, it really doesn't work for a while, you can pick it first when you get to the place~~\"

"Don't come, I'm telling you, don't look at me as a dude, I'm actually very conservative......"

"Ahh \"

Song Yiming squinted and looked at Li Moyang meaningfully, and smiled evilly, \"Then you will follow us into the private room for a while, saying that your waist has been uncomfortable recently, this is no problem~~\"

Li Moyang wanted to say something more, but Song Yiming didn't seem to intend to ignore him, slowly closed his eyes, leaned back comfortably in the seat, stretched his limbs, and dropped a sentence: \"Okay, you just wait to bring your baby Mei back to China, I'll take care of anything, Brother Yang, don't worry, I, Song Yiming, have always done things based on righteousness, and you helped me with my father's affairs to the end, I naturally won't forget your great kindness to our family......"

Li Moyang didn't pay attention to Song Yiming's broken thoughts anymore, and leaned on the taxi seat to close his eyes and recuperate.

\"…… I said, Manager Song, I recently heard that there was a Chinese Xiaoliang family who had recently come to that field, and it seemed that he was only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, \" When he opened his eyes, Li Moyang saw Mr. Jiang's round fat face, with a salivating look, and asked Song Yiming with saliva.

\"Although I've been married for several years, I still look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl...... Can you name them?\"

Song Yiming hurriedly regained that inertial smile, nodded and said: "Of course it's no problem, Mr. Jiang, if you give this order, I can find you the Seven Fairies~~ But let's not worry...... Sing karaoke, drink some wine, and then go upstairs in the evening, what do you think?\"

At that moment, Li Moyang saw a kind of light radiating from the old fat man's squinting eyes, which seemed to be the purest desire for **......

Or more appropriately.

got out of the car (it took Mr. Jiang two minutes to get off the car), the yellow-skinned couple - Song Yiming and Mr. Jiang walked in front generously, and Li Moyang followed behind like an angry little daughter-in-law, and entered the decorated golden hall together.

The first thing that caught my eye was a foreman who was standing at the front desk with heavy makeup and smeared his face with thick walls, and he was talking to a black.

\"Holy**,yourgirlssodamegood!\"\"So,hosoonillyoucomeback,man?\"(So,hosoonillyoucomeback,man?\"(So, when are you coming again?)

The looked satisfied, it seemed that he had just finished his health care, and the foreman also had a ruddy face, so he must have made another profit.

\"Oh，trustme，atleastonceaeak。 (Oh, trust me, at least once a week)

\"Hmm…… don'tyouthinkit'snotenough？Hoaboutoncethreedays？\"

The African chicken laughed, walked out happy, turned his head and said "I'llconsiderit" (I'll think about it), and went out and turned the corner.

Song Yiming pushed Li Moyang with his elbow and raised his eyebrows, \"How about it, I'll just say that like the work of Asian girls~~\" As he spoke, he swaggered in, Li Moyang secretly smiled and followed.

As soon as he saw that it was Song Yiming who led the guests in, the foreman immediately smiled, and almost didn't shout \"Greetings to the Holy Driver\" to come up,\"Hey, Mr. Song, I haven't seen you for many days, but I miss me~~\"

As soon as Li Moyang saw the foreman's eyes, he immediately understood everything. While snickering in his heart, he poked Song Yiming with his right elbow, \"Eh, this is your friend~~ and told me that this is a night show, isn't she her mother Sang like this?\"

Song Yiming's face was red and white for a while, and he held back for a long time before he held back a sentence to refute, "I said you don't know if you don't come to this kind of place?

\"Hahaha, this is just by looking at the aura~~ If it is put aside in ancient times, she will definitely come up with a sentence of 'Uncle, please please ~~ Peach blossom, Cuilan, come out to pick up guests~~~', who can't see it~~~\"