Chapter 1076: : The prince with melancholy expression

This is a very ordinary table, exactly the same as the other tables in the bar.
There was also a glass of wine and an ashtray on the table, which proved that someone should be sitting here.
There were a few empty tables beside them, and there were no people, so Yue Zitong shouldn't have come to this table, staring at the lonely glass of wine, hesitated in the ashtray, and sat down.
After she sat down, she didn't know how she would sit on this deck.
This deck seemed to have a certain magical power to her, attracting her to come and sit down.
The waitress who "wish everything will come true" came over immediately, and asked her softly what she wanted to drink.
"It's ---- don't go home tonight."
Yue Zitong kissed the corner of his mouth, looked at the wine glass on the table and said softly.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The waitress nodded and agreed. When she turned around and was about to leave, Yue Zitong asked again, "Is anyone here?"
"No."
The waitress glanced at the lone glass of wine, and said softly: "You mean this bar? A gentleman ordered it, but he didn't drink it, so she held the glass for a long time in a daze---- He looked at the wine glass when he was in a daze. He was extraordinarily gentle. He should be missing his former love."
The waitresses should have watched too many romance movies, and I hope that some dog-blooded scenes on TV will appear in reality.
Otherwise, she would not explain to Yue Zitong with such diligence that a gentleman once sat here a few minutes ago, missing his former love.
Yue Zitong didn't care too much.
However, because the waitress seemed very enthusiastic, it was not easy to tell her that my aunt was too lazy to listen to these romantic soaps, so she asked casually: "Oh, what does that gentleman look like?"
The waitress has been secretly following Li Nanfang for a long time.
Especially when he paid for the money, he didn't even see how much it was, and he left her on the table in a chic appearance, which made her feel heartbroken.
So when Yue Zitong asked the person's appearance casually, she immediately described Li Nanfang's appearance in clear language.
When she first listened to her, Yue Zitong, who took out her mobile phone and flipped through something casually, still looked indifferent.
But as she listened, she stopped with her fingers flipping through the phone, and slowly raised her head to look at the waitress with a strange look in her eyes.
"Madam, I'll get you wine now."
The waitress was a little hairy in Yue Zitong's weird eyes, she forced a smile and turned around and was about to leave, but heard her say: "You, you wait."
After calling the waitress, Yue Zitong took the red mouth from the bag and painted something on the table.
As early as seven or eight years old, Yue Zitong began to learn to paint.
If it was not for her mother to escape the prison of the Yue family, she had to go to Guoan as an agent to strengthen herself, but instead devote all her energy to painting, then she might really become a famous painter of a generation.
Her painting enlightenment teacher, but several times patted her chest and told Yang Tiantian that she was very talented.
The waitress certainly didn't know if Patriarch Yue had the talent for painting.
She just stunned after Yue Zitong took out the lipstick, and thought: "Oh, this should be a limited edition lipstick launched by a French brand? I seemed to have seen it on the Internet yesterday. The value of a lipstick like this Twenty-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine. Yes, really!"
After the waitress saw the gilt number on the wall of the lipstick tube, she secretly cried out regret: "I want to buy such a lipstick, and I have to save it for at least a year. People use it as a paintbrush. This is simply a horror. "
Just when the waitress felt heartbroken because the limited edition lipstick was used as a paintbrush, Yue Zitong finished the last stroke and asked lowly: "Take a look, the person you are talking about is , Is it him?"
The waitress found out that Yue Zitong used lipstick to drew a man's head on the table.
She only glanced at the head, and cried out: "Yes, yes. That's him. Madam, do you, do you know him?"
"Really----him!?"
Suddenly Yue Zitong stretched out his hand, grabbed the waitress's cheongsam, suddenly pulled it into his arms, and asked in a rattle.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
The waitress was startled by her sudden movements and struggling quickly.
"Sorry, it's my fault, I'm a little excited."
After seeing people wanting to turn back and shouting, Yue Zitong realized that she was scaring them, and quickly let go and apologize: "Can you sit down and talk to me carefully?"
If Yue Zitong is not a beautiful city girl, but the gentleman with a melancholy face just now, the waitress will definitely forgive him and sit down with him for a drink, talk about life, talk about ideals, and be shy and timid. When he promised that he could go out and walk, by the way, ask him what material the black card he took out when he paid out—
But Yue Zitong is not the melancholy Prince Charming, but a woman.
And she is still a beauty who is many times better than her in terms of body and appearance.
So why should she sit down and accompany a woman who is more beautiful than herself and say her prince charming?
"Do not."
The waitress shook her head, and just about to say the word, she saw Yue Zitong take out a stack of banknotes from her purse, and put them on the table without even ordering them.
The sharp-eyed waitress also saw that Yue Zitong also had a black card in his wallet.
"What the is going on in this world? If it's a human being, there will be a black card. But I don't."
The waitress who suddenly felt that the world was unfair, sighed with a dim look in her eyes, and put away the stack of banknotes.
Without a black card, it is good to have several thousand dollars in cash.
Money can make ghosts grind, and the waitress can also tell Li Nanfang the whole process of coming to the bar, including what he did.
The waitress thought that as long as she said more carefully, it would be better to tell Li Nanfang's melancholy temperament when she was in a daze. Then this may be the beautiful lady who was deeply missed by Prince Charming, and said with excitement I'll give her another money--
She was wrong.
The more detailed she said, the excited expression in Yue Zitong's eyes became fainter.
After she finished speaking, Yue Zitong didn't bother to speak, raised his hand and waved casually, indicating that she could go get the wine.
Did not make any move to pay.
The waitress felt very puzzled about this, and wanted to ask Yue Zitong if she had said something wrong, but she swallowed it to her lips.
Where did she know that if she described Li Nanfang as a humble ruffian, it would be better to say that he would raise his hand and snap his fingers when ordering wine----Yue Zitong would definitely reward her with a lot of money.
With a melancholy face, like the frog prince who lost Snow White, will it be Li Nanfang?
According to Yue Zitong's understanding of his nephew, the kind of man that the waitress said is what Li Nanfang hates most.
As a man with handles, he pretends to be melancholy shit, deep, like a scorpion.
Since that was the idiot that Li Nanfang hated the most, it wasn't him. Why would Yue Zitong pay for the waitress?
Do you really think that Patriarch Yue's money came from the sky by a gale?
Soon, I brought it without going home tonight.
When the waitress put down the glass, she was still eager to talk.
After seeing what she was trying to say, Yue Zitong immediately raised her hand and waved, indicating that she should go aside quickly. He didn't see that my palace's complexion began to flush, and the blurred eyes were very moving-is it just starting to have a fever? , What's still crooked here?
Yue Zitong started to have a fever as soon as it became dark.
After nine o'clock, her body temperature will get higher and higher, and she will never give up if it is less than thirty-nine degrees.
Beauty's appearance when she had a high fever of 39 degrees is indeed very charming, as if she missed the spring, exuding the breath of spring, attracting a few young males who thought they were suave and suave.
The brothers looked at each other, then waved together, scissors, burden, and hammer!
Two out of scissors, one out of hammer.
The hammer won, laughed silently, raised his hand and closed his blue-and-white hair, deliberately unbuttoned two shirts, revealing his not very strong but extremely small chest, and walked slowly. Yue Zitong.
The hammer has already figured out a word to strike up a conversation: "This beautiful lady, can I sit opposite you?"
Although this strike-up sentence has long been old and bad, but the more old-fashioned things are sometimes more effective.
The hammer had already reached a distance of three meters from Yue Zitong, and adjusted the nasty and charming smile on his face again. When he coughed slightly, his arm was caught.
The hammer frowned and looked back.
He was a very ordinary young man----because he was so ordinary and inconspicuous, when the hammer walked over, he didn't notice his existence.
"Dude, what does Mao mean?"
The hammer asked slantingly, raising his hand to open the young man.
Before his arm was raised, he felt that his wrist was pinched by a vise. He grinned sharply in pain. Just as he was about to cry, the pain disappeared.
The young man did not let go, stood up and grabbed his wrist, and walked towards the bar door without asking him whether he wanted it or not.
"Fuck, who are you----ah!"
The hammer was angry, and his wrist hurt again as he cursed this sentence.
Seeing that the brother who went to tease his sister was suddenly grabbed by a stranger and walked out the door, the two failed scissors immediately realized that there was a problem, and immediately stood up with a sneer, picked up the wine bottle on the table and chased after him. past.
They are known as the Three Tigers on the East Street.
Now on their territory, there is an unremarkable guy who dares to take the initiative to cause trouble. This is simply impatient.
Tonight, they won't get rid of this man's mouth and teeth. From now on, Dongjie Sanhu will simply be removed.
As for whether Dongjie Sanhu will be removed, Yue Zitong would not care if he knew it.
She is currently in a trance, and the noise from her ear seems to have brought her to a year ago.
No matter how dazed she was, she could clearly recall that when she picked up money for her nephew and other bad guys in this bar, it was Li Nanfang's first day at work.
Thinking that this guy is actually very powerful, at that time he pretended to be a little sheep and tricked his aunt to protect him ---- conscience, that was bad.
"If you are really a little sheep, how nice? That way, you won't die overseas. That way, you can only hibernate under my wings for the rest of your life and help me wash and cook."
Thinking of the place of fascination, Yue Zitong murmured: "But you, why not? If you are, I won't be here for a long time tonight, just for the premonition that suddenly rises. Foreboding tonight. I will be here and meet you. But you are not here."
When she couldn't say the last three words, tears rolled from her cheeks, fell into the wine glass, and splashed a small spray.
"Miss, it's getting late, we should go back too."
Zong Gang didn't know when he would come to her and whispered.
Yue Zitong slowly raised his head, looked out of the window, and said after a moment of silence: "Uncle Zong, send someone to take this bar down."
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