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 loudly, twisted his fat body, turned around and patted Song Yiming's shoulder, and the fat on his face and arms shook rhythmically.

"You too, so polite, we didn't know each other for the first day, in fact, we just found a place to have a cup of coffee...... By the way, that's a few hundred? "

Song Yiming squeezed out a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, you are laughing, how can you drink some coffee casually...... I've also 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 fields!?

This Mr. Jiang is completely different from the journalist in Li Moyang's mind, 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.

Just now, when he picked up the tower downstairs and got into the taxi, 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 is still talking to Song Yiming about how good the scene is, and Song Yiming is also listening 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 someone on the side.

"Speaking of Brother Song, wouldn't it be good for you to deal with this kind of thing? I'm not familiar with this side either, why are you pulling me? Song Yiming shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "Whatever you want, you can do it, I have come to Kenya more than once or twice, Brother Yang, you can go with me, can I still sell you as a cowherd?" "

"You two are working together to trap me...... At that moment, are you going to let me do health care with me, or will you watch you demonstrate and teach from the side? Li Moyang pressed his throat and glanced at Song Yiming with a grudge on his face, "We came to Africa this time to save people, should 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 can't work for a while, you can pick someone first when you get to the place~~"

"Come less! I'm telling you, don't look at me as a playboy, I'm actually very conservative......"

"Ahh

Song Yiming squinted and looked at Li Moyang meaningfully, smiling evilly, "Then you will follow us into the private room for a while, and say that your waist has been uncomfortable recently, so it's no problem~~"

Li Moyang wanted to say something more, but Song Yiming didn't seem to be going to ignore him, slowly closed his eyes, leaned back comfortably in the chair, stretched his limbs, and dropped a sentence: "Okay, you just wait to bring your baby beauty back to China, I'll be in charge of something, 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, leaned back on the taxi seat and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"…… I said, Manager Song, I recently heard that there was a Chinese Xiaoliang family who came to that field recently, and it seems that he is 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 while swallowing saliva.

"Although I have been married for several years, I still look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl...... Can you name someone there? "

Song Yiming hurriedly regained that habitual 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 the flesh......

Or rather, desire is more appropriate.

got out of the car (it took Mr. Jiang two minutes to get off the car), the yellow-skinned people, 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 standing at the front desk with heavy makeup and a thick face on the city wall, talking to a black man.

"Holy****，yourgirlssodamegood！" (I'm grass, you're awesome girl!) ）"So，howsoonwillyoucomeback，man？ (So, when will you come 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 fortune.

"Oh，trustme，atleastonceaweak。" (Oh, believe me, at least once a week) "Hmm...... don’tyouthinkit’snotenough？ Howaboutoncethreedays？ "

(Don't you think it's too little?) How about once every three days? 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 and disappeared.

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 leading the guests in, the foreman immediately smiled and almost didn't shout "Welcome to the Holy Driver" to come up, "Hey Mr. Song, I haven't seen you for many days, but I want to die~~"

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 to open a night show here, isn't it my mother Sang to see her 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 can't come to this kind of place?" How can you tell he's Mama-san? "

"Ha Lu haha, this just by looking at the aura will know the way~~ If it was left in ancient times, she would definitely come up with a sentence 'Uncle, please inside~~ Peach blossom, Cuilan, come out to pick up guests~~~', who can't see it~~~"