She said in a familiar tone: "What to drink? Whiskey, brandy or cocktail? The first cocktail is free."

The man said, "Wahaha."

"...This bar doesn't provide Wahaha, change one."

"Sweet crooked."

Meng Wan looked at him with arms crossed: "To make trouble? Bull-headed and horse-faced, fork him out."

Two burly men in security uniforms poised to fight him.

"Okay, okay, let's have a glass of juice." Fan Wujiu flattened the glass and rubbed his temples, "Old Bai doesn't like the smell of alcohol, I have to work with him, so I can't help my brother."

"He doesn't drink if he doesn't like smelling you. Is he your brother or your wife?" Meng Wan raised her eyebrows, thinking that this straight steel man knows how to be considerate.

If it's the wife, that's fine. Fan Wujiu thought with regret.

It's a pity that didn't dare to say it explicitly, for fear that even brothers would not be able to do it.

"You look like you have something on your mind." Meng Wan looked at him, "Looking at a colleague, I will make you a cup of Meng Po soup to forget about your troubles for a while. For a friendship price, a cup is only 800 coins, and you will lose your memory in eight seconds. , you can't buy it at a loss, you can't be fooled by it."

Meng Po soup is only effective for dead souls. For ghosts like them, it can only be used as a drink, and it is still the kind of unpleasant taste.

Fan Wujiu smiled: "Juice, thank you."

"I don't appreciate it." Meng Wan pouted and turned to prepare juice for him.

Five minutes later, Meng Wan handed a glass of mashed orange juice to Fan Wujiu: "Two hundred coins."

Fan Wujiu took the juice with peace of mind: "If you don't bring any money, take credit first."

"..." Meng Wan warned, "This is not an example."

The bustling bar was suddenly quiet for a moment.

Meng Wan raised her head and glanced at the door, and suddenly had no time to answer Fan Wujiu.

She has to go and receive new guests.

The very exotic blonde beauty pushed in the door, and the entire bar seemed to be pressed to stop the time. Whether dancing, drinking, chatting... all of them stopped their movements and turned their eyes to the person who came. Their expressions were either amazed or dull.

The resident singing band immediately replaced the Divine Comedy with a soft and soothing love song, and sang the guitar to the audience with soulful eyes. A peerless beauty should have the honor of bringing her own bgm on stage.

The visitor has a beautiful Nordic face. Her eyes are as green as emeralds, her long hair is as golden as the sun, her skin is as cold and white as winter snow, and her lips are as red as roses. The facial features are as if the gods are holding a sword, and they are impeccable. If Venus with a broken arm is a regrettable beauty that makes the world sigh, he is a flawless and amazing person, like a young man walking out of an oil painting, like a statue giving birth to an arm and resurrecting. Even if his clothes are ragged, he looks a bit like a refugee who has escaped, but it doesn't affect his amazingness... No, it is the beauty of the world.

Beauty in distress is always pitiful.

Immediately, several handsome and elegant men walked up to him and said attentively, "This beautiful lady, do you need help?"

He is far more beautiful than a god statue, but he is described as embarrassed and full of dust. The messy blond hair was draped over the snow-white shoulders, the holy long dress was torn to shreds, and didn't know what hardships encountered. Almost everyone in the audience felt distressed.

But even at this point, he still has the innate nobility of a god.

The blonde beauty spoke softly, her voice was as sweet as flower dew mixed with honey, but it was obviously not a woman's: "You seem to have misunderstood."

The men were stunned for a moment, then became even more excited: "I am also happy to serve you."

Meicheng looks like this, what does it matter if it's a man or a woman? Such an androgynous beauty that transcends gender should be the treasure of all face controls in the world!

On the circular sofa in the booth area, several beauties sat in a row, and the glamorous sister in the middle narrowed her eyes: "Tonight, the old lady is going to sleep with him."

The cute girl on the side said softly: "Sister Hu, I also like him."

The handsome guy who passed by took a piece of cake off the table and said, "Then you may have to queue up to Mount Olympus."

If you don't speak, the men in the audience are ready to move, and when you speak, men and women are restless together.

What is male-female killing? This is called male and female killing!

A gentleman said in a low voice: "Then this beautiful... sir, do you need to help you deal with the little mouse that followed behind you?"

It seems that men should not be described as beautiful, but rather handsome. Looking at the blond youth in front of them, their minds were blank, and only one word of beauty was occupied.

The blonde beauty didn't look back, and went straight through a group of flower guardians: "Thank you, don't bother."

How could the gods give ants eyes. He noticed it from the beginning, only to ignore it at the end.

He walked straight to the man in black by the bar.

When everyone was staring at him in a trance, only this one was the quickest to withdraw his gaze, lowered his head and concentrated on drinking the juice.

Well, very special, and managed to get his attention.

The blonde beauty's eyes rolled around, she said pitifully: "Sir, can you borrow some money to give a homeless homeless person a place to live?"

The man in black chuckled and shook the juice in the glass: "This homeless vagabond, I'm still a pauper who has to pay even a glass of juice on credit."

Blonde: "..." Farewell.

The eye-catching messengers rushed forward.

"You can use my money! You don't have to pay it back!"

"Don't you have a place to live? I wonder if the humble house is lucky enough to welcome you..."

"Shut up, the beauty is mine, you should go home with me!"

"Fuck! He's mine!"

For a while, a group of demons danced wildly, fighting for the favor of the beauty.

The scene was very chaotic.

In the end, Meng Wan made a decisive decision: "Guests want accommodation? We can waive the bill for you. The room is on the second floor, please follow me upstairs." Otherwise, the first floor will become a tragic battlefield.

Such beauty is enough to make these unsettled demons and monsters insane.