Chapter 082 Obscene Purple

After we hugged, two people flashed behind Wudao. The man in front seemed to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a big red Tang costume, which was not much different from singing. This guy hugged his fist and laughed at me, "I didn't expect that the forgetful boss is more handsome than in the game, little brother [SHE] I'm here to say good to you."

"Lao Tuo." Seeing his nondescript dress, I also smiled bitterly. It was worthy of calling such an obscene name. This guy smelled coquettish all over his body.

"Hello, forgetful boss. It's my first time to meet you. Please take care of me." Compared with the obsceneness of the old man, the old man behind him is much more elegant. He flashed from behind the old man and smiled at me,

My soul asked for life and vitamins also greeted each other one after another. Everyone had seen it once, and I felt that something was missing: "Well, it's not that purple gas arrived in the afternoon. Why haven't I seen anyone yet?"

Lao Yu's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Forget-me-hearted boss, do you still remember our agreement? Yesterday, in the game, you said that when we come to Fuzhou, you can find eight little sisters for us to serve at the same time at night."

"Brush."

As soon as Lao Yan said this, Mu Yao, Su Qin, Junxin's concubine, Xiao Tiantian, and Mandala Qi looked at me. If my eyes could kill people, I guess I would have been removed eight pieces now.

He hurriedly wink at the old man for SHE, but he didn't see the goods at all. He smiled coaxedly and said, "Well, we won't wait for you in the afternoon, and we won't wait for you. Ziqi's grandson is afraid that the beautiful MM will be robbed, so he is eager to find the target first."

"Find the target." Mandala gave the old man a white look: "Why don't you go to such a good thing? It's not like your style."

"Man MM, although I am lustful, at least I have a pursuit." Lao's words were accompanied by contempt for Ziqidong: "You don't look at it. Although Shangri-La is a five-star hotel, there is no beautiful waiter..."

brush, brush, brush,

Lao Na asked for SHE. Before his voice fell, I only felt that the temperature around me had dropped a little. In the corner of my eyes, I saw that the little sister of the receptionist at the door of the hotel had a shadow on her face, as if she wanted to tear up Lao Na's mouth.

"Big boss..." The soul of the dead pulled me behind: "Let's go in... Why do I feel that my life is not guaranteed with this guy."

I nodded with deep consent and stepped into the hotel lobby first.

"The little ghost, you just heard what you said." The old man sneaked up to the dead soul and asked for his life: "You just feel that your life safety is not guaranteed when you are with your brother. If you see the purple gas coming from the east, you will regret living in the world."

"It's true." The soul of the dead asked for his life and expressed disbelief: "I know that the purple gas is obscene, but I guess it's about the same level as your level."

"Then you are too overestimated, brother... Well, where is that product? Look, you see." Lao Tu asked SHE to point to the front,

Looking along his fingers, not far from us is a semi-open box. Near the door and facing our seat, Zi Qi Donglai wears a black tight T-shirt, and his hair is upside down. He makes himself like an old man, puffing fog on the other side, on the other side is very hooligan and an age. Only the 20-year-old waiter farts,

"Yo, little sister, you are really 20 years old this year." Ziqidong was shocked and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm a reporter of the Straits Metropolis Daily. If you are forced to stay here to work under the age of 16, I will definitely expose this matter and uphold justice for you."

"Sir, thank you for your kindness. I'm really 20 years old." The waiter's little sister seemed to have been teased by purple gas for a long time, and her tone was impatient: "Would you like to order?"

"Point, of course, point, but this person hasn't arrived yet." Ziqi came to the east and said with a smile, "Let's continue the topic just now... Well, you are really 20 years old."

"Sir, I'm really 20 years old." The waiter is expressionless,

"Ah, I don't believe it." Zi Qidong looked up at her, curled his lips and said,

"If you don't believe me, there's nothing you can do." The waiter sighed, "Sir, otherwise. If you don't order, I'll go ahead and call me later if you have something to do."

"Oh, isn't the waiter in the five-star hotel the whole process? What's wrong with you leaving now?" Ziqi Donglai is obviously familiar with the operation mode of the hotel: "I'll write you a dissatisfaction on the guest receipt later, girl, your bonus will be gone."

"Sir, what can I do for you?" I guess the little girl is going to scold Zi Qidong to death in her heart, but she has to ask patiently,

"I'm asking you, you're really over 20 years old." Purple gas comes from the east to mention the old things again,

Waiter: "..."

"Well, I wanted to check your age with your manager, but you are so beautiful. As long as you can prove that you are 20 years old, I will make it difficult for you." Although Ziqi Donglai uses a negotiable tone, his words are full of threats.

"Sir, look here." The waiter girl suddenly straightened her chest hard, pointed to the card on her left chest, and said, "When we enter the company, we need to use our ID card to apply for a work card. It has my age on it, so I can't fake it."

"Ouch, let me see..." Zi Qidong pretended to be nearsighted and leaned forward vigorously.

"I'm going to fuck, how dare you be more obscene." The dead soul scolded behind me: "He looks at the age of other people's hair. He looks at his chest."

"Haha, get used to it, just get used to it." Lao Nang asked SHE and smiled: "Well, do you think I'm very noble now?"

"The dragonfly of a hill." The soul of the dead gritted his teeth,

The old man wants SHE: "..."

"Sir, have you finished reading it?" The waiter's little sister also saw the purple intention. Her little face was crimson with shame and anger, but she didn't dare to lose her temper.

"Ah... It's quite big and full." Ziqi came from the east, drooling and smiled contentedly, "It turns out that your name is Luo Bing. What a good name."

"Sir, is there anything else for you?" There is a coldness in the waiter's voice,

"Ah, yes, yes." Ziqidong suddenly showed an infinitely serious expression: "Little girl, since you are 20 years old, you are legal and physiologically an adult. You will have no pressure to pick up with me. Hey hey, what time do you get off work? Leave me a contact information. I'll treat you to a midnight snack later. I'll tell you that my real identity is super massage. Teacher, you are so tired at work. I will give you a good massage in the evening.

Waiter: "..."

"What, if you don't say anything, it means you agree." Ziqi asked proudly,

"Sir, I appreciate your kindness." The waiter was neither humble nor arrogant: "It's just that I already have a boyfriend."

"What's wrong with having a boyfriend?" Ziqi Donglai waved his hand carelessly: "Although you have a master of flowers, I can also loosen the soil."

"Purple gas is coming, shut up." I really, really couldn't help kicking the stool from behind: "Won, can you not humiliate me?"

"Wh, which son of a bitch sneaks on me." Zi Qidong was kicked by me, and the man's face changed greatly: "Come on, escort, escort."

"Protect your sister." My face turned pale: "If you dare to talk nonsense here again, do you believe it or not that I let Wudao castrate you?"

"I'll wipe it, dear brother, why are you here?" After Zi Qidong made it clear that it was me, his originally alert look suddenly relaxed and laughed,

"If Wang Zai doesn't come again, I guess his little sister will call the police." Su Da Niu was wearing a police uniform today and said valiantly, "If I hadn't been handcuffed today, I really wanted to catch you in the bureau and beat her."

The purple gas comes from the east: "..."

"Why, you're still not convinced." Seeing Ziqi Dong's depressed face, Su Da Niu raised her eyebrows and said,

"Dizzy, who doesn't know Sister Su's temperament? I dare not be convinced." Zi Qidong came and said with a smile, "But Sister Su, don't get me wrong. I'm just chatting with my little sister casually. I have no other ideas."

"Ghosts believe you." Xiaotiantian pouted her little mouth and said, "Uncle Ziqi Donglai, I thought it was just an unruly appearance, but I didn't expect you to be bad. Humph, you are a complete bad person."

"Khan, sweet, they don't know my brother, and you still don't know who my brother is." Ziqi Donglai said awe-inspiringly, "I just used the appearance of YD to cover up a pure heart."

"Please, don't stain the word purity, okay?" The mandala also came out and apologized to the frightened waiter's little sister, "I'm sorry, this is our friend. He likes to make some excessive jokes. If any words go too much, I hope you can forgive me."

Seeing that such a temperamental beauty as Mandala apologized to herself, the waiter was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. The customer is God."

"Purple gas, why don't you apologize to others?" The waiter said it didn't matter, but the words were full of grievances. The mandala's face darkened and he said angrily to Zi Qidong,

"Okay, okay, it's just an apology." Zi Qidong put away the hooligan attitude and smiled at the waiter, "Luo Bing, I'm bored waiting, so I said something too much to you... Well, everyone is an adult, don't take it to heart."

With that, the goods took out a card from his trousers pocket and handed it to the waiter: "Here, this is a 20,000 yuan shopping card from Wal-Mart, which is a gift from my brother to you and your boyfriend."

"Twenty thousand yuan..." The service girl was shocked and couldn't react at all: "Give it to me..."

"Of course." Zi Qidong waved his hand carelessly: "Can you forgive me this time?"

"Thank you." The waiter's little sister is more than forgiving. She bowed deeply to Zi Qidong,

We are speechless when we see it. Just now, the waiter who wanted to eat purple gas, now there is worship in the eyes of purple gas. It really echoes the old saying that money can make ghosts grind,

"I wipe it, Niu 13, it's 20,000 yuan." The old man asked for SHE as if he was stimulated. He pulled off his clothes and said, "Purple gas, I will also show you your breasts. You can look at it as you want. You can touch it. Give me a shopping card afterwards."

"Get out of here, I'm not interested in taking the initiative to sell."

The whole audience: "..."