Chapter 395: Madam, please! (18)

"listen."
"A little song for two cents, is that okay?"
Fanxing did not hesitate: "Yes."
So the singing girl stood by the starry table and began to sing.
Although this restaurant has a large area, other tables can also be faintly heard.
When Li Nanjiang heard someone singing a song, he looked over here.
However, Fanxing was strictly blocked by the singing girl, so Li Nanjiang did not see her.
"Marshal, after the girl finishes singing, let her come here to sing." The brother sitting next to him suggested.
"What do you sing?" Li Nanjiang was not good at this.
After all, there is the old man's lesson from the past, and many of the old man's aunts and wives are from singing songs. Singing and singing, he hit the old man, and then the old man took the person back to the house without holding him.
It's not bad now, so what if there are more aunts?
I couldn't help it, so I ran away when I saw my wife.
"Eighteen touches, hahahahaha!" The topics of several people gradually became more colorful.
Li Nanjiang couldn't help but remembered the eyes of the short winter melon...
It's like a little wild cat.
Staring at him gloomily.
What's the point of singing the eighteen touches of these beloved women outside?
It would be exciting if the short winter melon at home stared at him gloomily while singing this!
The excitement is very exciting, and I don’t know if the marshal is going to die...
Fanxing gave the money after listening to the song, and the timid woman began to walk to other tables.
Li Nanjiang made a move, "Come here."
Although there are others who want to listen to the song, who dares to compete with the young marshal.
So the woman stood at Li Nanjiang's table again and started singing.
It's okay if she doesn't speak. When she speaks, Little Bear Cub always feels like she's lost before?
"Ergou, why does she sing better at that table?"
The voice is very soft, soft, and emotional.
And when singing, there are movements, twisting and twisting, twisting and twisting.
The thin waist was like a wave, Fanxing felt that she wanted to reach out and touch it.
Search God: [...Stop, don't even think about it, your thoughts are very dangerous! 】The man just wants to touch it, why are you so horny?
Fanxing felt that she had lost money.
So he stared at Li Nanjiang's table without blinking.
Then I just watched, the girl who sang the tune twisted and twisted her waist, twisting and twisting, she wanted to move towards Li Nanjiang.
At the same time, from the side, it can be seen that the girl is shy and timid.
The boss didn't know when, the dagger was held in his hand again.
She quietly looked at Li Nanjiang's hand.
It's cold, it's time to chop the restless hand of this old flower.
The Search God also held its breath, not daring to breathe, staring at Li Nanjiang's hand intently.
Its heart is almost reaching its throat...
Dad, I don’t ask you anything else!
It doesn't matter if you are a straight man, don't lose the chain at the critical moment, okay?
promise me!
If you dare to drop the chain at this time, you will really kill you!
The only good thing is that when the girl who sang the song approached, Li Nanjiang stretched out his hand...
In the eyes of the other girl shy and timid, extremely expectant.
Push the girl far away.
"When you sing a song, you can sing a song. You still want to wipe Laozi's oil? Who gives you the courage?"
Chu Wenhao:...
Brothers:...
Search God:...
Everyone else present:...
No doubt it was not looking at each other for a long time.
Wiping oil?
A woman throws her arms in her arms, can this make you lick you?
Isn't this Yanfu not shallow?
The girl who sang the song was also embarrassed and angrily. She had encountered many errand guests and wanted to wipe her oil. So I thought, if I could get the blue eyes of the young marshal, I would be lucky enough to have no worries in the future.
Among the girls who sang songs, she was the best in appearance.
As a result, I never expected that today, not only did she go unfavorable, she was even accused of beating a man?
How could the young marshal be so lacklustre?
She didn't even give her a weak woman a way to survive!
The girl who sang the song panicked and ran away by grabbing the door.
Everyone who originally watched the excitement quickly retracted their eyes, watched their noses and noses, and continued to eat without telling them.
Such a beautiful girl, the marshal did not intend to pity Xiangxiyu, let alone their rough masters.
Search God felt that it had always blamed Li Nanjiang.
Does he just have no desire to survive for the little bear cub?
He was clearly...the one who was destined to be single!
Li Nanjiang stood up and walked towards Fanxing.
He noticed it just now, with a fierce gaze staring at him.
Although on the night of marriage, the face of the short winter melon was painted like a monkey's buttocks, with no facial features at all. But he remembered her eyes deeply.
Li Nanjiang is more than 1.9 meters tall, so no matter who he stops, he has a strong sense of oppression.
The rough man sat next to Fanxing, grinning, and took the dagger in her hand to play with him. He smiled maliciously: "Just staring at me so intently, why? Do you take a sister home?"
Don't tell me, although people are ugly, their hands are quite tender.
When he pulled the dagger out of her hand just now, he felt that those little hands were like soft tofu, making people want to hold them in their palms and rub them to death!
"Don't keep talking, just show how jealous you were."
Good guy, that wicked look.
It's like eating people.
No wonder people say that women are tigresses.
"Don't worry, Lao Tzu is not very interested in women. If it weren't for someone who has a special appetite, you won't have more sisters and sisters out." Li Nanjiang stuffed the dagger into his arms.
"This stuff is not suitable for your women to play, it is not good to hurt yourself. Lao Tzu confiscated it first."
Little wild cat, began to look at him with gloomy eyes again.
Although Li Nanjiang had been with this little winter melon twice, his temperament was quite tangible.
Once she looked at him with such a negative look, she guessed that she was angry in her heart.
"The face is not painted like a monkey today, but it is a lot more pleasing to the eye than it was that night."
As a straight man with no desire to survive, Li Nanjiang didn't know how to appreciate a woman's makeup.
In addition, I painted bridal makeup that day, and the rouge gouache was a little thicker than usual.
Di-anger worth one square.
Di-anger worth two bars.
...
Drop-alert! alarm! Full of anger!
As soon as the search watched, the little bear cub's anger soared.
And Li Nanjiang, a straight man who died, was unaware of it.
So, everyone present saw it with their own eyes...