"Stop making trouble, Sister Li!" Ma Liu said with a wry smile.

"It's really amazing. Why can you guess me every time?" A wavy head, with good facial features and figure, but the girl with a little makeup was a little thicker jumped in front of Maliu. The girl pouted, with her face teasing and curious.

In fact, he is only three months older than him and the only woman in the bar who is very fond of him. Even if Ma Liu knows that he cannot accept her friendship, he is really not annoying, and he even has a little bit of affection.

Yes, Sister Li is a lady, but every family has difficult scriptures to recite. Ma Liu, who is also a poor man, can actually understand the bitterness of this. If he was a woman, and like Sister Li, he had a gambling father and sick mother, and there were three younger siblings who were all in college, he would sell it. Even if he was a man, he might raise his butt without hesitation and let others pick the chrysanthemums.

Ma Liu always wanted to tell Li Jie that the more pure and vulgar she dressed in such an occasion, it might be more favorable to men. But when she thought of this, Ma Liu kept shutting up contradictoryly. Every time she thought of this, Ma Liu would sigh for no reason. Although he was so stingy that he lived with Xiaoyu for several years and was reluctant to pay a penny for rent and living expenses, a typical example of a soft meal, but if he had lost his luck and won the five million prize one day, he might really get Li Jie 100,000. Of course, that is, if, if it is not true, and the current situation is that Ma Liu cannot protect himself, so he does not intend to help Li Jie change this situation. He has the will but lacks strength. Besides, there are too many people in this world who deserve sympathy and have to help him. He is not so noble and cannot help.

Facing Sister Li's spoiled behavior, Ma Liu naturally cannot say that it is because she has been using this cheap perfume for several years. She smiled and joked with Sister Li. Seeing that there were more and more customers, Sister Li didn't bother him and went to the first floor to take on business. Ma Liu went to the locker room to put the book in and started his normal work.

The so-called work is to help customers order orders and deliver wine. When they are in a good mood, they recommend wine to customers.

Still with that iconic humble smile, Ma Liu traveled among the guests. When he had time, he would also have a drink with some regulars. When he got addicted to smoking, he went to the bathroom to take a few sips.

There were still many guests tonight. The attendance rate reached an astonishing 90% at less than eight o'clock. Maliu was diligent and good at doing superficial work. Therefore, even if he had never received the bonus promised by the boss, he was highly appreciated by the boss. However, this kind of verbal appreciation has no meaning to Maliu. However, seeing that the fat man Hu was drinking and socializing at a table on the first floor, Maliu was particularly active.

The boss’s surname is Hu, and his name is Hu Kai. Perhaps because he squeezed employees, he became fat too early, so he was only forty years old. When he was fine, he only had a bag and wandered around the bar with his big belly. The people he knew either called him Mr. Hu or Fatty Hu.

Ma Liu also knew the two pairs of men and women sitting beside Fatty Hu. The young man with Vacheron Constantin on his wrist was called Wan Gang. His face was pale and a bit sick. He usually had a hypocritical smile, but he turned his back faster than reading books. It is said that his father was doing well in the municipal party committee and a typical second-generation official.

The man next to him, who is not over 30 years old, is named Huang Meng. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that are worth a motorcycle. He looks gentle and gentle. In fact, he changes women as often as changing clothes. This is comparable to Wan Gang. He usually looks very low-key, but Ma Liu can see that when he occasionally takes off his glasses to wipe them, his eyes are habitually narrowed. It is not myopia, but sinister and cunning. The rich second generation who is said to have a family property of over 100 million is similar to Wan Gang. The two usually like to bring pure or coquettish beautiful women together to have fun. Once something happens, most of them are Wan Gang charging forward, and Huang Meng acts as the dog-headed military advisor behind him.

As for the two young girls who are so beautiful, Ma Liu could see at first glance that he was definitely under eighteen years old and quite handsome. He probably had been fucked by the two of them recently. Looking at the two girls who deliberately stuck to men and acted coquettishly, Ma Liu sighed, not sympathetic or hatred, but for no reason, he thought of the same watery and pure mermaid at home, and his heart was a little warm, and he felt a little superior.

As a school beauties who have been rated by the business school for four consecutive years, it is really surprising that Xiaoyu can become Ma Liu's girlfriend. The plot of the story is the same as the popular urban yy novels. Xiaoyu met six gangster heroes on the road, and Ma Liu stepped forward and fought with these six heroes. With the insidious and inseparable daggers, Ma Liu knocked down three of the other party and also got a big fame. However, Ma Liu, who is well aware of the importance of momentum, was unstoppable at the critical momentum, and was completely desperate, and finally scared away the enemy who had the upper hand. The heroes all admired him and raised their thumbs to Ma Liu, cursed the madman and left.

The facts proved that Ma Liuyi's impulse was worth it. After lying at home for a week, Ma Liu deliberately created an encounter. Xiaoyu threw himself into his arms and then took Ma Liu back to his rented apartment with lightning speed. He raised Ma Liu a little boy for several years. He never paid a penny for his living rent. Even the money he usually bought for him was paid. It was also a state of being able to do this. Although Ma Liu often remembered those past events when he was secretly happy, and he also felt that life was really a foul drama, but he really felt that he had a lucky fortune or a ancestral grave was smoked. A typical villain was successful.

After eight o'clock, the bar gradually became hot, and the tone of the sound was deliberately raised a little. While the lights were flashing, the atmosphere of the audience began to change under the guidance of the white-haired DJ master who was deliberately dug up from a nightclub in Beijing. It seemed that in a blink of an eye, this jazz bar was like a man who had taken too many strong medicines, drunk, full of primitive desire, naked, and even disdainful of concealment. Men and women jumped into the dance floor together and twisted their bodies frantically. The strength of the man and the gracefulness of the woman were intertwined. The friction, rigging and teasing intentionally or unintentionally triggered a lewd and overwhelming atmosphere.

Relying on the entrance of the corridor on the first floor, Ma Liu admired the crazy men and women in the dance floor with his eyes, while imagining when he could take Xiaoyu to this jazz bar to dance with him. However, this idea was quickly strangled by him. Who is Xiaoyu? That rare beauty, that butt, breast, figure, face, and temperament are definitely a fatal temptation for every man. If he really comes to the bar, it will probably cause an uproar.

The reason why Ma Liu and Xiaoyu made their relationship so mysterious in the billiards was that the boss of the billiards and Xiaoyu's father had a very shallow relationship. Both of them did not want to spread their relationship to their parents too early. But in fact, Ma Liu also fantasized about hugging Xiaoyu's slim waist in public, then erecting his chest and raising his head to take two steps, which was exciting to think about.

Ma Liu was there, and Sister Li, who was drinking with the guest not far away, waved to Ma Liu.

"Sister Li! Is there anything you need?" Ma Liu quickly approached and changed into a humble smile.

At the middle-aged man with famous brands around him, a hint of disgust flashed in Sister Li's eyes, but she smiled very charmingly and said, "Boss Liu, what do you think you want to drink?"

"I want to drink milk, hehe!" The vulgar man ignored Ma Liu's existence and stared at Sister Li's bulging breasts with a lewd look, then licked his lips.

Ma Liu suddenly felt a little unhappy. He just beat a few hooligans who wanted to drink milk, but unexpectedly another one appeared now.

Sister Li calmly pulled the wretched man's claws from her chest, and still smiled charmingly: "Boss Liu wants to drink milk so much? Then you have to want to drink alcohol. Besides, how to drink milk here? Boss Liu, you should order a bar first. We'll drink it later. I'll accompany you out to find milk, okay?"

Although it was not the first time I heard such stingy words, I also understood that Sister Li was playing a show and it was absolutely impossible to go out to check in with this man to find a baby easily. But Ma Liu still felt that the atmosphere was too ambiguous, and Sister Li's voice was too seductive. She swallowed her saliva and secretly looked at Sister Li's slightly lowered chest. The latter happened to be secretly looking at Ma Liu, so she simply raised her chest, which made Ma Liu quickly lower her head and looked away.

"Okay, okay, that's what you said." The vulgar man was so angry that he spent a lot of money. He turned to Ma Liu on the side and ordered: "Go, get a bottle of wine, take whatever you want!"

Ma Liu cursed at the pig in his heart, but his face was as smiling as a flower. Since this vulgar man was so generous, he deserved to be slaughtered. Ma Liu didn't be polite to him and went to the bar to order about 8,000 yuan of red wine. The vulgar man's face changed slightly and glared at Ma Liu with hatred. The latter smiled and helped him start the wine, and then walked away.

"Xiao Liu, give me a glass of Cinderella!" A regular guest called Maliu and called for a cocktail.

Ma Liu agreed with a smile, but when he came over with the wine, he slipped beside the white-faced young master before, and the man shook. Fortunately, the lower plate was stable enough and he staggered. The man didn't fall, but the wine in the cup still splashed a little, and it was not biased and splashed on the white-faced young master.

"Fuck, don't have eyes?" The white-faced young man stood up suddenly, his eyes soared into the sky, and the already sick face suddenly became a little distorted.
Chapter completed!