The routine of marriage first and love later is slightly sweet

The bartender looked at the generous man with a lot of meaning.

There was another man who gave everything he had and got nothing, which made people feel a little pitiful.

He paused, picked up the wine and two wine glasses from the shelf, and placed them in front of Irene and the man.

The man's eagerness was already written on his face, and he wished he could pick up Irene and go to the opposite hotel immediately.

Holding her tender white hand, the man's fingertips climbed up her smooth forearm, the suit pants seemed to rub against her long bare legs, and his eyes lingered on her chest without hesitation.

His every move fell into Irene's eyes. She moved one leg over the other, and pulled up her skirt intentionally or unintentionally.

She raised the wine, poured a glass for both of them, picked up the wine glass and sniffed it in front of her nose, her face was full of intoxicated expressions.

"Brother, why don't we come to the bar for a drink. I didn't expect my brother to be so generous today, and I want to work hard to go further with my brother!"

Erin's voice was like a honey bomb, destroying the man's reason step by step.

He smiled maliciously, let go of her hand, and reached for the wine glass.

"Okay, whatever you say is what it is!"

Irene tilted her head, and gently handed over the wine glass. The man looked at her delicate and impeccable face, and his smile gradually changed.

Just when the ambiguous atmosphere was gradually heating up, Irene tilted her hand, and all the red liquid in the wine glass spilled on the man.

It flowed down the neckline of his unorthodox floral shirt, soaking his pants.

The man felt the sticky cold liquid lightly touch his fiery body, the man's body trembled, and subconsciously jumped up from the chair.

Just as he was about to get angry, Irene covered her mouth pretending to be surprised, pointed at the place where he was wet with red wine and yelled.

All the eyes around her were attracted, she softened her voice, lowered her eyes and raised her head aggrieved.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, brother, your clothes are all wet! It shouldn't be easy..."

The man shook his already soaked clothes, because of the teasing just now, he had unconsciously had a physiological reaction, which was especially obvious under the wet clothes.

He looked at Irene, and then at the crowd covering their mouths and giggling, shame and anger instantly came to his mind.

But seeing Irene's small aggrieved eyes, the cursing words stopped on his lips and were swallowed again.

She was the target of his attack tonight, his prey, and he had already spent so much money, so naturally he couldn't let the money go to waste.

After calming down his emotions, he took two steps forward and grabbed Irene's wrist to shorten the distance between the two of them, and pressed her cold little hand to his hot chest that was wet with red wine.

Squinting close to her right ear: "Honey, don't go away, I'll come to you as soon as I deal with it. You've made me embarrassing me in front of so many people now, you should make up for me, shouldn't you?"

Usually it should end here, but I didn't expect this man to be so difficult.

Irene raised her hand and gently stroked his face. Her eyes seemed to have the ability to seduce people's souls. Coupled with her charming and hoarse voice, words alone were enough to make people ecstasy.

"Okay, brother, I'll wait for you."

Hearing this voice, the man's body trembled again.

He can't stay here anymore, otherwise he won't be as simple as making a fool of himself in the next second.

Letting go of Irene's hand, he fled with the laughter around him.

The moment he turned to leave, the smile on Irene's face immediately suppressed, and she continued to drink the Bloody Mary in her hand.

The bartender watched the man disappear into the corner of the restroom, and couldn't help but walked over and gave Irene another thumbs up.

"I don't know how many men have been rejected by you, you are too powerful."

Erin looked up at him and couldn't help but sneer.

"I didn't seem to reject him just now, didn't he leave by himself?"

Looking down at her hands, she took out a wet towel from the counter, and carefully wiped the place that the man touched just now, to the point where even a little smell felt disgusting.

"Hey, you're really good at being quiet, but a man like him doesn't seem to be worthy of you."

Feeling that he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said, the bartender immediately started blowing rainbow farts to redeem himself.

Erin cast her eyes on the expensive wine that had just been opened and hadn't had time to taste it, picked up the bottle and read the English on it.

"I just helped you complete the performance, shouldn't you pay me a salary?"

Looking up at him, every trembling eyelash seems to be discharging, no man can resist her offensive, not even a battle-tested bartender.

But because he knew Irene so well, he could sit still when faced with such a tease.

She is like a poisonous poppy, beautiful to look at and addictive to eat.But if you are not careful, it will pull you into a situation where there is no redemption.

This fascinating danger can be seen from a distance but not played with.It's better to just look at it honestly, and put away those dirty thoughts that the lower body is thinking about.

"Well, I'll take care of your glass of wine today, and if you want to refill it, I'll give you a free one too."

Hearing his promise, Irene smiled self-deprecatingly.

Sure enough, even if a man is interested in a woman, he will give her the green light within the scope of his own tolerance. No one will give everything to get her, which is really boring.

Many people saw the turmoil just now.

Facing such a beautiful woman with enchanting looks, unique temperament, and various charms, the men around looked at her eager to move.

Suddenly, the lights in the bar dimmed, and the music sounded.

Dazzling lights hit the stage, and today an unknown boy group was invited to perform in the bar.

The fans in the audience screamed frantically at the cream with rainbow hair dyed on it, drowning out the voices of men and women talking flirtatiously.

The music sounded, and the first song today was a very explosive song.

A gentleman-looking man wearing glasses walked towards her with a glass of wine.

Even though he has tried very hard to hide his true character with the decoration of his appearance.

But his pretentious walking posture, as well as the dark circles under his eyes that are hard to get rid of because of excessive indulgence, let Irene see clearly who this man is from the beginning to the end.

While she was thinking, the man had already come to her, bowed at 45 degrees and extended his hand to her, "Excuse me, miss, do you have the honor to ask you to dance?"

Originally, Irene was not in that mood, after all, she just wanted to be alone and enjoy the night that belonged to her.

But when she raised her head and saw a familiar figure, she changed her mind instantly.

"Okay, of course."

With a smirk, he put his hand in the man's palm, and followed his footsteps to the dance floor.