"Forget it, forget it! They're just looking, so don't bother with them. Ni Ping'er deliberately persuaded like this. Unfortunately, the answer of "No, I will never allow other men to look at you like this" did not appear.

"Who said I was going to have to deal with them?" asked Piao, puzzled, "I'm looking for a vacant seat!

When Ni Ping'er heard this, she immediately became angry, pinched someone's soft place fiercely, and then said coquettishly: "Then why are you glaring at these people viciously?"

"Who said I was glaring? I just kept my eyes open. "Don't you see that this place is crowded with people, and if you don't keep your eyes open and search carefully, how can you find a vacant seat?"

"Hmph, villain!" Ni Ping'er stomped her feet and scolded when she heard this, "People ignore you!"

"Haha, yes, yes, it's better if you ignore me!" It's a pity that to someone's disappointment, the softness that has been sticking to themselves has not left at all.

It is precisely because the "hug" is still the same in the end, so the scene that has just been staged has completely and completely become a deliberate "flirting" in the eyes of everyone in the hall! Moreover, it is staged in a public place!

What made Piao Wuxian even more unbearable was that after searching over and over again, he was stunned and didn't find an empty table.

When he was hesitating, a voice suddenly came: "This brother, if you don't mind, then make do with it and squeeze here." I have exactly two empty seats here. ”

Who would have thought that this "shouting" was like igniting the fuse of gunpowder.

"We have a vacant seat here, too!"

"Come to us!"

"Bah, look at your sloppy place!

......

Such a hot invitation scene made Piao Wuxian and Ni Ping'er feel a little caught off guard. However, in the end, Drift Gone chose the middle-aged scribe who invited them first. Because, the eyes that this person looked at Ni Ping'er lacked the heat of everyone. If Ni Ping'er knew the real reason for Piaowu's choice, then her heart would definitely be as sweet as honey.

After sitting down, the clingy little girl finally separated from her side. Drifting away greatly relieved. After dissipating the internal force that had been suppressing the nosebleed, he clasped his fists and said to the middle-aged scribe: "Thank you brother Tai for your help!"

"Why bother with a gesture?" the middle-aged scribe replied with his fists clenched. He politely glanced at him politely, and then continued to pour himself a drink.

This move of the middle-aged scribe undoubtedly won the favor of drifting without a trace. In the eyes of Piaowu, there is such a bewildering "peerless stunner" beside him, and those who can really do not squint can definitely be called "righteous gentlemen".

Soon, the sumptuous dishes that drifted away from a trace were served by the excited Xiao Er one after another. Although they were repeatedly invited, the middle-aged scribe refused to touch even a single moment of the sumptuous dish. Not only that, but the middle-aged scribe also asked Xiao Er to take away his empty Wandie. After the middle-aged scribe had vacated almost all of the table for Piao Wu and Ni Ping'er, he drank leisurely with a plate of side dishes.

has been walking with Ni Ping'er for a long time, and she has been somewhat "afraid" of this little girl, so when she eats, she doesn't dare to communicate with her too much. In addition, he felt that the middle-aged scribe beside him had a gentlemanly style, so he chatted with him without a trace.

"I don't know my brother's surname?" asked Piao Wuxian first.

"Under the surname Mo, the name is Ji Wolf. The middle-aged scribe replied lightly, "I wonder if the name of Brother Tai can be reported?" Speaking from the bottom of my heart, I am indeed very interested in the names of you foreigners. ”

"Cisco Hot. Drifting without a trace said succinctly and clearly.

"What a strange name!" the middle-aged scribe sighed, and then looked directly at Ni Ping'er, "Presumably, this girl's name is as different as her brother's, right?"

"That's good!" said to Drift Trace, "her name is Natasha." ”

After hearing Ni Ping'er's Western name, the middle-aged scribe withdrew his direct gaze, and did not reveal a trace of lewdness from beginning to end. "Hehe, it's weird, but it's better than the name of Brother Tai. ”

"Alas, let's not compliment each other's 'brothers'. If you don't mind, we might as well tell us how old we are. How about an older brother being a brother?"

Listening to the suggestion that drifted without a trace, the middle-aged scribe immediately readily agreed. Because the middle-aged scribe was nearly ten years older than Piaowu, Piaowuji called the middle-aged scribe "Brother Mo" (please don't mishear it as "touching the chest"), while the middle-aged scribe called Piaowuji "virtuous brother".

Intentionally or unintentionally, the middle-aged scribe asked for the room number where Piao Wu and Ni Ping'er were. When the middle-aged scribe learned about it, he was very surprised and said, "We are so close! ”

After agreeing to talk again in the evening, Piao Wuxian and Ni Ping'er went back to the upstairs guest room with a full hiccups. The scribe was still pouring himself a side dish. After the figure of Ni Ping'er disappeared completely, the middle-aged scribe's eyes suddenly flashed, and then he called Xiao Er to come.

"Guest officer, I don't know what you command?" Xiao Er asked a little confused.

"Long-winded!" the middle-aged scribe glared at Xiao Er fiercely before continuing, "Just come with your ears!"

Although Xiao Er was puzzled, with his identity, he had to do what he said.

After the middle-aged scribe muttered softly, Xiao Er's face turned embarrassed. When the middle-aged scribe saw this, he immediately threw a piece of silver to Xiao Er.

However, Xiao Er did not show a look of joy, but frowned and muttered: "Guest officer, those two strange-looking nobles just now gave more rewards than you. ”

"That's it!" the middle-aged scribe sighed, and reached into his bosom, and without much effort, he took out a golden bean.

When Xiao Er saw it, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Is this enough?" asked the middle-aged scribe, with some disdain and heartache.

"Enough, enough!" Xiao Er replied again and again, and at the same time snatched the golden bean into his hand like lightning, and bit his teeth like that...... "Haha, I'm getting rich now!" Xiao Er's heart was already happy.

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up!" the middle-aged scribe scolded dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, yes...... The little one will do it for you! Don't worry, this matter will be wrapped up in the little one!" Xiao Er patted his chest and promised, and then went to do his errands.