"Take the money and take us to the private room right away." Zhang Dashao said to the waiter again with a little unhappy tone.

The waiter raised his head in disbelief, looked at the crazy man who was like a stick behind Zhang Dashen and Zhang Dashen, swallowed his saliva and asked carefully: "This, are these tips for me?"

This guy can no longer calm down. She has encountered so many tips for the first time in history.

"Why don't you take us there right away?" Zhang Dashao shouted softly.

It turned out that it was really a tip for me! The waiter's heart, which was already messy, suddenly beat hard, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. The rich man, I really can't tell that the guy on the opposite side was actually a rich man!

"Two distinguished guests, please come with me!" The waiter's attitude instantly made a 180-degree turn. The evil dog put away the stack of money in front of him like a rushing food, with the most enthusiastic and sincere smile on his face, leaning over to Mr. Zhang and said.

At the same time, she quietly pulled her collar down, allowing the scenery on her chest to pour out a little.

I don’t know if the handsome local tycoon in front of me received a signal of my love, the waiter thought to himself.

However, she secretly glanced at Zhang Da Shao's expressionless face, and the waiter knew that her spring light was vain. She curled her lips with some anger, and then changed the gentle smile like spring breeze again, walked out to lead the way for Zhang Da Shao and the others: "Two gentlemen, please come here."

When I was going up the stairs, the waiter walked so charmingly. As he walked, his shoelaces were opened and he bent down and tied his shoelaces there with his butt sticking out. His two round and plump buttocks were proudly highlighted.

I wonder if this time the handsome local tycoon received the signal of my love. The waiter was a little excited and had a hint of red on his face, just like the pure first love between a man and a woman on the movie screen.

But what disappointed the waiter was that not only did Young Master Zhang not receive the signal of her love, but his attitude became even colder, and even with a hint of sharpness, he said, "Take your way, don't make any trouble for me."

How could the waiter's little bit of heart be hidden from Mr. Zhang's eyes? It would be fine if he pretended not to see it for the first time, but he could not resist the waiter's continuous spring. His heart was so rippling that he whispered a little sternly.

What a person, Mr. Zhang, who has been fighting for life and death in the cultivation world for three hundred years, has a casual and stern face, and is not something a small hotel waiter can withstand. The waiter suddenly felt a great pressure and stood up.

At that moment, she felt a palpitations.

But suddenly, the feeling disappeared, as if it was my own illusion, but the waiter no longer dared to continue seducing Mr. Zhang, and cursed in anger, "It's really, what's so fierce? What's so amazing? I don't even look down on you."

Then, the waiter said nothing and took Mr. Zhang and the madman to the fourth floor. On the fourth floor, there were VIP private rooms.

"Two, please come with me. The 403 in front is your private room." The waiter said to Mr. Zhang politely and politely, reaching out to point at the 403.

Mr. Zhang nodded, said nothing, and continued to follow the waiter forward.

At this moment, the door of the 404 private room diagonally opposite the 403 in front suddenly opened, and a young man was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, drunk and full of famous brands on his body. You can tell at a glance that he was a big son.

He suddenly came out like this, and the waiter couldn't defend himself, and almost got into a heart-warming relationship with the young man.

"Fuck, you can't walk with eyes!" The young man glared at his eyes, pushed hard on the waiter, and cursed with his eyebrows and eyes wide open.

After all, the waiter was a woman, and she could not withstand such a rough push from the young man. She rushed back and hit the wall behind her, making a dull sound, knocking her dizzy.

"I'm so sorry, sir, I didn't mean it." The waiter didn't care about his pain and immediately ran to the young man quickly, looking anxious, and apologized to the young man in a humble manner.

The guests on the fourth floor are either rich or noble, but they are not something that she, a small waiter, can afford to mess with.

"I care if you did it on purpose or not. You are blocking my fucking way! My good mood is gone, it's so unlucky." The young man held the stick and spitted everywhere, splattering the waiter and scolded the waiter.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm so sorry." The waiter apologized repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk. I'm annoyed. I'll just have some eyes next time. Get out of here!" The young man waved his hand impatiently, as if he was driving away a flies.

"Sir, thank you for your magnanimity. I'm so embarrassed." As if he was granted a general amnesty, the waiter bowed to the young man and bowed slightly, turned around and walked away as if he ran away.

The young man accidentally glanced at the waiter's pink and white neck and a faint groove on his chest. A lustful light immediately appeared on his face. When he turned around, he slapped the waiter's butt.

The waiter stiffened and immediately pretended that nothing had happened. He continued to walk forward and worked at the front desk for a long time. She deeply realized that in the eyes of the "distinguished guests" on the fourth floor, she was the lowest-level existence, and sometimes she was not even as good as the pet dogs raised by those people at home.

When facing Mr. Zhang, the waiter was still seduced, but now he was really teased by the distinguished guest, but the waiter was only angry and unwilling, and at the same time there was a hint of panic, just wanting to escape from the young man quickly.

"This slutty girl, it feels pretty good." The young man licked his tongue, clapped his hands like aftertaste, and walked forward with a swagger.

When I looked up, I happened to see Young Master Zhang and the other two walking towards me. I was stunned. Isn’t this VIP private room? How could two local buns appear?

"Hey, stop for me!" The young man immediately turned around and shouted at the waiter.

The waiter paused, and his face showed a deep grudge. What did this ancestor call me? But he didn't dare to stop at all, and turned around and grinned at the young man, but that smile was not very good-looking.

"Who are they?" The young man pointed at Mr. Zhang and the madman unscrupulously, without taking Mr. Zhang and the madman seriously at all, and questioned the waiter loudly.

"Sir, they, they are also guests here." The waiter replied with a trembling trembling.

"What did you say! Are they guests here?" When the young man heard this, he immediately jumped up as if he was stepping on his tail and shouted incredibly, "When can anyone come up here at any level? What the hell do you think of me!"

In his opinion, the fourth floor is only a person with status and status like himself. Those who can come up to the fourth floor are all symbols of identity.
Chapter completed!