Sitting here alone seems a little lonely, eyes keep glancing around, occasionally can look at a few good-looking women, eyes are touched, want to look at more, and feel a little embarrassed, think about it or forget it, it will be very uncomfortable to see and touch. Anyway, there are a lot of women here, but there are very few things to eat.

Hua Xia had a good chat at the bar, and I didn't want to bother with him. Later, if I can't control the situation, I'll think about whether to pull him along.

As soon as I glanced at him twice, this kid ran back with a smile on his face, and said in my ear: "Come on, Lao Tzu has helped you say it, that woman is also very interested in you." If you don't, I'll do! ”

I looked at him in surprise, this is the first time a big girl has gotten on the sedan chair! I've known him for so many years, and I can't remember the days of nightclubs together, I've never seen him so generous, and I can still give me pain when I see the flesh of my mouth. It turned out that there was only a situation where he ate it and pulled it out for me to help wipe his buttocks. Why are you special today?

I swallowed half of the wine that was hot in my mouth, and looked at Huaxia with a twisted eye, and it didn't look like he was joking. I've always had the mentality of having a cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard to pick up girls and work. But it doesn't seem to be very good luck today, Huaxia's eyes are long dogs, and she actually fell in love with such a thing (of course, it's not that the thing isn't beautiful, she is at least beautiful in Huaxia's eyes).

I know he's not well-intentioned, but he still has to go. The "woman" likes to play, so I play with her.

I sat for a long time, drank a lot, and didn't exercise. As soon as I stood up, my head was a little dizzy, but it was not bad, and I felt a little in place. I put my hand behind my back and started making a few strokes with my left fingers on my right palm.

The steps were a little small, and the steps were still a little swaying, and I was thinking about how to make Huaxia feel that I had accepted his "good intentions", and let him think that I had naturally rejected this "affair".

I've been overthinking it, though. As soon as I walked to the side of the woman at the bar, before I could speak, the person spoke first.

"Five hundred for fast food, eight hundred for night." This "woman" is also upright, and she directly opened her mouth to quote.

I laughed, very helpless, what else can I say when I make a price? I could only bite the bullet and reply to others, so I said loudly: "Five hundred? Eight hundred? Why don't you (why) don't you rob it? See you fucking hell. Then he turned around and took a step, and then tilted his head almost against her shoulder, and said viciously in her ear: "Get out of here, I don't care if you were a real bitch or a fake lady when you were alive, don't let Lao Tzu beat you up." If you don't believe me, you can try. The palm behind her back lit up at her.

I smiled at her with a sideways face, a golden light flashing in my palm, and no one would pay attention to this glimmer of light, and then I looked at the "woman", who pretended to inadvertently raise her hand to cover her face. Then he scolded a little timidly, "Gua Wazi (**)." ”

I told her it wasn't because I had a brain problem. Before Huaxia started, I noticed her, if it was an ordinary woman, would I still wait for Huaxia to strike first? Later, when she got closer to the scene, she found that half of her face was not a trace of flesh, only the white bones. There's also some viscous liquid, I don't even want to look at it, it's disgusting!

Do you dare to say that Lao Tzu is a melon baby? It costs money to find you, a female ghost, so I might as well go home and jerk off. If Huaxia really slept with this thing and didn't get sucked to death overnight, it would be considered lucky. I really should let Huaxia try the obscenity of this thing, I guess I won't be able to get out of bed for ten days and half a month.

After walking back to his seat, and looking back, the female ghost was already gone, even if she knew each other, although I hadn't cleaned up these aliens over the years, I was still sure. It still takes some effort to follow the old man's ears and eyes. It's just that the old man keeps saying that I am half-irrigated, and it is enough to scare those lonely souls and wild ghosts.

I just said that Huaxia will be cheaper for me? He hugged Miao Miao on the couch and laughed wildly. I think they laughed because they thought they had met someone who came out to do business and solicit customers. He wanted to know the truth, and I don't think he would be able to laugh anymore. I really want to rush up and slap one person in the face.

I have summed up my character, two extremes, crazy to go up, calm down. Sometimes I like to sit quietly in a corner and watch the men and women living in European and American time zones dancing in front of me.

In this way, there are occasional surprises, and from time to time a few beautiful women will come over to have a conversation, have a glass of wine or something. But it doesn't necessarily mean that people want to do something to you, if you have to do it, it depends on whether you fit each other's tastes.

When you're observing others, maybe they're watching you. For example, in recent times, I have always felt that there are many pairs of eyes secretly staring at me, which makes me uncomfortable.

When I first mixed up in the night club, I liked to peek at individual beauties a few times. I was caught stealing a spot on one occasion. The beautiful woman came over to me and told me directly, if you want to see you, be generous, don't be so thiefy. This woman has the same effect as some bold women in Chongqing, but Chongqing's is more direct: if you want to take off your pants, if you don't dare, you will get away. I can't stand this type anyway, it's a bit lacking in beauty.

Since then, I have come to understand that the women who come here are not afraid of you looking at her, on the contrary, they will enjoy the feeling. Of course, it's only limited to night clubs.

If you meet a woman in a nightclub and can't help but ask her for a drink, a conversation, a flirtation, or a hooligan, she may not be so disgusted that she scolds you. If this happens to you, the first thing you need to do is to review your behaviour and possibly go home and look in the mirror. The same woman, you meet a pleasing woman on the street or bus in broad daylight, or in the elevator of an office building, don't say flirting, just talk, she will probably think that there is something wrong with your dog's brain. (There are exceptions to everything)

I don't know how long I've been stunned, Huaxia doesn't know where to go now. I looked around a few times, but I didn't see anyone. This kid may have hit his prey.

I poured a glass of wine and took a sip, leaned back on the couch, and began to think about signing my contract next week.

Some time ago, when I was playing next door, I met a young woman and said that she was a young woman, just because I felt that she had more intellect and charm that ordinary little women did not have. There is an urge to pounce, but it can only be discouraged.

That day, I sat alone at the bar, ordered a few beers, and at almost one o'clock in the morning, there was an extra woman beside me, and it was this "young woman".

I was looking at her with my head slanted, her hair wavy and her melon seed face, and her eyebrows were slender, and I couldn't tell if she was born or painted. The eyes are a good size, not with a hair cream, but dark enough, long enough, and warped enough.

Her eyeliner was raised a little at the corner of her eye, looking a little more bewitching and a little more indifferent. In my most subjective opinion, her nose is straightened.

The lips are sexy and the lip line is drawn. Lipstick is applied, it's lipstick, not lip gloss. I can't describe what color it is, if it weren't for this kind of woman using this lipstick, it would generally be like eating pig's blood without wiping her mouth. Some retro makeup makes her look a little bit dusty, indifferent.

She wore a trench coat with a large Chanel hook on her chest, which looked eye-catching.

I ordered a cocktail, and I didn't know what Mingtang was. Anyway, she hadn't taken a sip of the contents of the cup in a long time.

It seems to me that this is the most typical appearance, I am lonely tonight.

I squinted at her from head to toe, and I couldn't turn my eyes back. After reading it, continue to drink. I think, this mother-in-law is not good.

When she was quiet for half an hour, she asked me to borrow a fire. I thought to myself, she can't help but get started, right?

I lit a fire and helped her light a cigarette without making eye contact. There is a little itchy feeling of being able to tolerate it, but the brain is still quite clear, and I know that I can't be impulsive.

My face was expressionless, and my heart was constantly obscene, zuihou, she spoke first: "Alone? She didn't even look at me when she asked.

I looked around for a while to make sure he was talking to me, and then it took a long time for two words to pop out of my mouth, "Yes." ”

And then, and then it didn't respond again. I'm like a toothpaste, squeezed and spit out.

Still unable to control myself, I asked the waiter to take an empty glass, pour her the beer I ordered, and ask to go with her. It's not bad to make friends. This kind of friend will be called out later, and his face will be glittering with gold.

She asked me, "What line of work do you do?" ”

I thought to myself why there are so many problems with drinking, so I said, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with drinking, right?" ”

"You answer me first." Her aura is a little stronger.

"A little designer in an advertising agency." I handed her a business card.

She didn't even reach out to take it, which made me a little embarrassed. I have a very intuitive evaluation of her in my heart: this mother-in-law does not play cards according to common sense.

A normal conversation is not always about having a drink, then asking your last name, then having another drink, and then finding an opportunity to ask for a contact information. When you're almost drunk, go to spend the night, and then ask if your house is still mine, if you don't make a head, go back to your own house, and find your own mother!

But the woman in front of me is different, she asks you to borrow a fire to get your attention, you ask her a drink, and she has to ask you a question first. If you have to let her drink it, she won't buy it. I didn't even answer the business card connection, and I had to sigh that I encountered a wild road with a great background.

She glanced at the business card on the bar, and said, "Then I should invite you to drink, you are the clerk, I am the boss."

I was stupid at the time, I didn't have a head or an end in my speech, and I was sick in the brain, right?