The Big-name Crazy Wife

"Hey bro, come over here."

The girls around consciously made way for him to sit beside Pete.

"I said you are really free, you are not afraid of being taken back by Yu Sheng."

"What are you afraid of? You think I have bronchitis just like you."

Feynman felt that Pete's words were very meaningless, grabbed the whiskey on the table, raised his neck, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing such a scene, several girls clapped their hands in booing,
"Brother Peter will come too."

"Come one, come one."

Pete had a good face at first, and since most of the girls present, he couldn't resist his hospitality, so he called the waiter.

"This foreign wine, I'm giving my master a dozen."

Uh, the waiter repeated, looking at the whiskey on the table.

"You mean another bottle of whiskey?"

"I said a dozen, don't you understand a dozen?"

Feynman knew that skins and strips were too expensive to drink. Except for beer, there was no foreign wine sold by the dozen.

Pulling him who kept yelling, he made it clear to the waiter with apology.

"Sorry, he drank too much, just bring another bottle of whiskey."

Yes, the waiters have undergone long-term training, and they can only smile in front of the guests and not have a temper.

Soon the drinks were brought up, and they were given a fruit plate as an extra.

The girls around are wearing expensive jewelry, and they look like rebellious girls who are going through puberty from rich families.

Next to Feynman was a girl with dyed blonde hair. Her skin was a bit dark, and the blonde hair on her face undoubtedly magnified all the flaws in her body.

"Are you French?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

"Then can you speak some French? It is said that the French are the most romantic. I will give you 10. How about you being my boyfriend for a week?"

Feynman was a little surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect the girl to speak so amazingly.

Pete is now drunk and unconscious, and it may be impossible to talk to him about his plan.

Seeing that you girls are not very old, most of them were tempted and took this road.

He secretly made up his mind that he wanted to be a good person once and bring the girl who went wrong in these things back to the right track.

Ask, "What's your name? How old are you, where do you live, and are you still in school?"

Several questions in succession confused the girl.

The girls looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"Are you new here, you don't know any of us?"

From the tone of voice, these girls seem to have been in this area for a long time.

Feynman looked calm, and replied seriously, "Sorry, I really don't know who you are."

"It's okay if I don't know, come out to play, after playing twice, everyone will be friends."

The girl skillfully opened the whiskey and filled the glass in front of her. The provocateur said, "Give me this glass of wine, and I will tell you who I am."

It's just a small glass of whiskey. Anyway, we are also guys who grew up in the Northeast, so we just drink a glass of wine.

Repeated the first movement, raised his neck, and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, tilting the glass, not a drop of wine dripped from the wall of the glass.

"Then it's up to you to answer my question."

The yellow-haired girl seemed to be the eldest among the girls, she clapped her hands with excitement, as if she hadn't met such an interesting person for a long time.

"Okay, it's a man. Didn't you ask who I am? My name is Luoluo. Everyone has a stage name when they come out. Don't ask me what my real name is, and don't ask how old I am. I'm sure I'm dating you anyway. Problem."

The girl called Luoluo approached him somewhat ambiguously, her dexterous tongue was like a little snake licking her lips.

"What's the matter, uncle, the people who are chasing me in this area can all take over the place."

Feynman is very clear that the so-called love between men and women in this kind of place mostly comes from the most fundamental needs of human nature.

80% of the so-called suitors that girls talk about are those who have no money and want to sleep with her for free.

Feynman just smiled and looked at the girls a little hairy.

"You are so strange, uncle. I thought you were interesting just now. Our boss has already taken the initiative to pursue you. You are expressing your opinion."

Pursuing, Feynman carefully searched every scene in his mind that happened after he came in. When did this girl pursue him?

Is it possible to fall in love with the uncle just now?

"I'm sorry." Feynman pointed to Peter lying on the sofa, "I'm different from him, I have a wife and children, if you really lack love, I think this uncle will be more suitable for you than me .”

Peter, who was in a coma, pushed the air in front of him because he heard someone slandering him.

"Don't make trouble, I'm not drunk, give me another dozen Lafite from [-]."

Feynman quickly covered his mouth and looked around. Fortunately, no waiter came over, and he was relieved.

Cursing in a low voice, "Damn it, Lafite, who has been playing for eight years, you got up and paid for it yourself."

He finally understood that it was fake for Pete to call him to decompress, but it was real for him to pay the bill. "

These girls don't seem to be willing to pay the bill. There are other bottles of imported whiskey on the table, and there are several red wine bottles scattered on the ground. The price is not low by visual inspection.

He sighed silently, it seemed that he couldn't hide his private money anymore.

Feynman planned to calm down, called the waiter over, pointed to the wine bottles on this table and said, "How much are these?"

The price that the waiter said in the next second made Feynman wish he could bump his head to death here.

I was very entangled in my heart, or should I use an excuse to go to the bathroom?What if he was chopped off by the boss?
"Hi sir, including the price of the dedicated table, you have spent a total of 327,640."

Feynman was a little angry, 320,000, 320,000!How the hell did it take to hide so much money.

His heart was bleeding, and the waiter who used to think he had a kind face was now standing in front of him like a giant human blood-sucking worm.

Waving to him, chanting a mantra, "Give me the money, give me the money."

Reluctantly took out the wallet from his pocket, fortunately his wife put a gold card in the wallet before leaving.

He kept refraining himself from using it, and gave Pete a resentful look, damn it, you bastard today.

After swiping the card, there will be a message notification. Feynman plans to call his wife and explain to him the flow of the money.

Who knew that the yellow-haired girl would quit, and come up to her begging for nothing.

"Just now I announced to everyone that you are my boyfriend. If it's convenient, give me your phone number. It's okay. Let's go out to drink wine and listen to ditties together at night."

After drinking, can't you find a place to rest and rest?Few men didn't understand what she meant when they heard this.

That's because she didn't know what a straight man of steel was before she met Feynman.

Having been paid such a large amount of money, Feynman's heart is already in pain like cutting flesh.

He pulled Pete, who was a head shorter than himself, and pulled him outside.