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Chapter 17

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    I looked for the voice and found a woman sitting in the middle speaking.  She dresses fashionable, but she is not the usual enchanting in bars, but rich and beautiful.  This was the first time I saw such a beautiful woman in a bar, and I couldn't bear to take a second look.  She was old, and although she was well maintained, her piercing eyes gave away her age.  I looked straight at her, and lowered my head guiltily.

    "Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you before." She smiled at me.  The noisy people around fell silent.  Seven or eight pairs of eyes stared at me.  I blushed to my ears.

    "Oh, he blushes when he speaks"

    "He's quite handsome"

    "I'm too young, I don't like tender ones"

    "Men are too young and tasteless, you have to be a mature man like me" I forced myself to be calm and ignored the countless unkind comments that suddenly appeared around me, feeling like a commodity anyway.

    "Miss, do you want to order?" I guessed that the woman who spoke in the middle should be the one who decides here.

    "Don't you know I'm asking you something?" She picks on my ignorance and doesn't take it seriously.  I just remembered the question she asked. I was so nervous that I just wanted them to finish ordering.

    "I am new here."

    "How old is it?" She still didn't want to order anything.

    "20 years old."

    "20 years old. So young. Hehe, how can this girl Yanhong always find some young and handsome people." Xiaomei in her mouth is Sister Chen's name.  She is a regular customer here.

    "I come here to work part-time, and I usually study." I wanted to end it quickly and take the initiative to tell her the next possible question.  "

    "Hehe, that's a college student." She looked me over again from head to toe, and then said, "I'm Chen Yanyan, you will have a bright future." She took out a business card like a conjurer and handed it to me.  Although I wondered why she gave me the business card, I stepped forward to take it with both hands very cautiously, and the teasing voices around me turned into whispers.

    "Do you need anything?" I asked persistently, she thought I was a little silly, she smiled and shook her head and said, "Open a bottle of Louis XIV. Take two bowls of fruit platters and some nuts." "Okay, right away  Come." I solemnly picked up the menu on the table that she hadn't seen before, turned around and walked out to the door, lowered the veil and jumped excitedly.  This is my first successful order for a customer.  The noise in the veil behind him began again.

    I briskly ran to the bar, lay down on the bar in a funny way, and shouted: "Dewey! Come out!" Dewey, who was hiding in the corner and being lazy with his colleagues, stretched out his head and shouted: "Soul!"

    "Hurry up and get to work! A bottle of Louis XIV, two bowls of fruit platters, and any nuts!" "Ah?" Dewey couldn't believe it, "Which benefactor is so generous! Is it your guest?"

    "Of course it's mine! Room 15." I frowned and tried to recall the woman's name, "It seems to be a guest named Chen Yanyan."

    "Ah?" I jumped up and hit Dewey on the head in displeasure, and said, "What are you doing! You're so surprised! Work quickly! Help me prepare something!"

    "Tell you not to touch my head, how many times have you said it! I hate it." Dewey tidied up his messed up hair indignantly, prepared things helplessly, and kept his mouth open.

    "Xiao Yang, why are you going to receive the guest on the 15th? That's Brother Peng's guest! Every time I come, I will appoint Brother Peng to receive it." He raised his head and said meaningfully while arranging things, "Why do you suddenly  You know that woman's name!"

    "Nonsense, I'm amazing!" I got carried away and ate a piece of fruit while no one was looking.  The second time he failed, Dewey beat him down fiercely.

    "Looking for death! I was found to punish you to death." I stuck out my tongue, smashed my lips, and felt the deliciousness just now.  My frank nature, which I have never revealed, did not expect to find expression in this place.

    "I told Brother Peng that I wanted to do it myself. It was Brother Peng who asked me to receive the guests in Box 15. The woman told me her name and gave me a business card." Dewey was stunned for a moment, and immediately continued to make his own.  "Be careful yourself, this place is not as simple as you imagined, don't be too complacent, be careful you will offend people."

    It was a bit strange for such sophisticated words to spit out from the seemingly immature Dewey.  I laughed, didn't take it seriously, and happily left with the tray.

    Dewey reminded: "Brother Peng is the elder here, you'd better be careful." I didn't bother to pay attention to these inexplicable words, I think everyone here is very kind to me.  Maybe they are intriguing, I am an intern, I don't hinder others, and I don't have the value of hurting others.  This guy Dewey must have watched too many third-rate TV dramas, so he is so big.  I take DongWest into the private room, there are a lot of things, I ran back and forth three times before I finished eating, my forehead was slightly sweaty.

    "You do things very neatly! I like it." Chen Yanyan leaned lazily on the sofa cushion.  "This is what I should do, Ms. Chen." I was embarrassed, and I stood aside and answered like a primary school student being taught by a teacher for the first time.

    "Don't call me Ms. Chen, you can call me Sister Yanyan just like them." She lit a women's menthol cigarette, winked at the woman next to her, and leaned back on the sofa.  The woman stood up, ran over and stuffed a small wad of bills into my waistcoat pocket.  I saw the brand-new 100 yuan and admired their generosity, which is the monthly income of an ordinary worker.  I said shyly, "Thank you, Sister Yanyan."

    "Then how do you express your gratitude?" Chen Yanyan spit out continuous smoke rings, her eyes were hidden behind the misty smoke, I couldn't see her clearly, and stood there stiffly.  Brother Peng is begging for work, but he doesn't know how to deal with it.  The woman who gave the tip just now couldn't stand my slowness, she pushed me, smacked the wine on the tea table with her mouth, and whispered in my ear: "Why are you so stupid to toast Sister Yanyan?  "I came back to my senses, looked at the woman gratefully, then stepped forward, opened the bottle cap of Louis XIV, poured half a glass of wine into the crystal glass, and handed it to Chen Yanyan.  Chen Yanyan sat up calmly and emerged from the smoke. Even though she smiled so charmingly, I was still terrified.

    "Hehe" she took the wine glass with a smile, raised her head and drank the strong Louis XIV to the bottom.  I watched in disbelief as the wine spilled down her long, upturned neck.

    "Have you ever seen a woman drink alcohol?" I shook my head foolishly, then nodded again, not knowing what to do.  Chen Yanyan reached out and picked up the towel on the coffee table and printed it on my forehead.

    "Are you sweating from running just now, or are you afraid of me?" I took a step back in fear, "No, no." Her hand was raised in mid-air, a large distance from my forehead.  Her gentle and friendly smile froze instantly.

    The people around fell silent.  She stood up suddenly, threw away the towel, and gave me a firm slap with a "slap".  I didn't expect her to turn her face faster than a book. She was chatting and laughing just now, but suddenly her face was hideous.  She condensed the quiet atmosphere around her into her hands, half of my face flushed suddenly, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of my mouth.  The ring in her hand scraped a long bloodstain on my cheek.  I used to think that this kind of slapping and bleeding was a special effect of the movie, but now I know it is true.

    "Sister Yanyan, are you angry with someone who doesn't know how to live or die!" Sister Chen suddenly lifted the veil and walked in.  She approached Chen Yanyan, put one arm around her neck affectionately, and the other around her waist.

    "If you play with me, your husband will pull my muscles and skin me!" Sister Chen pulled Chen Yanyan back to the sofa, gave me a blank look, and signaled me to get out quickly.  Chen Yanyan's face changed slightly when she heard her husband, and she smiled again: "How could I be unhappy! If I'm not happy, I won't come to your place for fun. I don't come here almost every day. I drank too much just now, so I'm looking for that service  Just kidding around!"

    "Hey! Sister Yanyan, you have more and more tricks. Take me to play next time too!" Sister Chen took a piece of fruit and stuffed it into the mouth of Chen Yanyan who was nestling back on the sofa.

    "Okay! Call all the handsome guys like you!" Chen Yanyan said without raising her eyelids.

    "You are the worst. Eat what is in the bowl and look at what is in the pot." Sister Chen rushed to Chen Yanyan, scratching her armpit.  "Okay, okay, let's stop playing." Chen Yanyan finally smiled and begged for mercy, "I'm afraid of you!" "Then I won't delay your pleasure, I'll ask Xiaopeng to serve you." Sister Chen got up and walked out of the box  , Chen Yanyan's face pulled down again.

    "Sister Yanyan, that brat." The woman next to her moved closer to her.  "Forget it, I didn't see that Chen Yanhong was protecting him! Don't fall into my hands." Chen Yanyan said bitterly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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