One Piece: Musou Nami

A touch of orange appeared in his eyes.

The fat woman's son helped Michita back to the place where she lived, which was a small cubicle of a few square meters. After entering, he found that there was not even a bed, and the floor was covered with hay.

Looking at the hay on the ground, the man frowned, thought for a moment and said, "I'll get you a bed later."

"No, I'm used to sleeping here." Michita refused. You can hide things in hay, right? Moreover, how could Michita not know what this guy was thinking. Besides, it wasn't the first day she moved in.

"You go out, I have to change clothes. If you don't change, your mother will come and beat me."

After hearing this, the fat woman's son had no choice but to leave angrily, because his mother would really do such a thing.

After taking off her tattered clothes and putting on a dance skirt that showed off her slim waist, at the age of 15, Michita had already fully displayed her beauty. You don’t have to be intentional, but once you are intentional, it will be unforgettable forever.

When she appeared in front of the fat woman, Michita's beauty also made the fat woman feel dazed for a while. Then, she was secretly happy in her heart. Beauty equals value (this is the value of the fat woman. Good children should not agree with it. Beautiful souls is the most important).

Having experienced all this, Michita naturally knew how beautiful she would be, especially her spontaneous self-confidence, which made Michita even more dazzling. All of this can naturally be discovered by Michita through the eyes of others.

Just as planned, at nightfall, the bar was full of men. Between cups and cups, they were telling jokes that only men would understand and boasting about adventure experiences that only men could identify with. .

A bearded man asked: "Madam boss, where is your waiter who serves the wine?"

"She doesn't work as a waiter anymore." The fat woman said with a smile. In fact, although the fat woman boss lady is fat, she has a good appearance and makes people feel amiable and rich.

If she hadn't gained a lot of weight, maybe a man would actually fall in love with her.

"She doesn't work as a waitress anymore."

"Not working as a waiter? Then where did she go?" The man just asked curiously, without any dirty intentions.

Seeing that the time was ripe and some people were curious about the whereabouts of the bartender, the fat woman shouted loudly: "Mikita, come out."

But after the words fell, no one came from the back to the front hall. At this time, Michita was blocked in the aisle by the fat woman's son.

"Mikita, you are so beautiful. How come you are so beautiful? I want to marry you."

He moved himself closer to the opponent step by step, and forced Michita back step by step, back to the wall.

"This is impossible, the landlady will not agree." Michita said truthfully. Ever since she was bought by the fat woman, in the eyes of the fat woman, she was despicable, no different from a tool.

"No, I will beg her. My mother will definitely agree. She loves me so much."

When Mikita heard this, she smiled. With her outfit today, it was even more heart-warming. Mikita could hear that the man was breathing faster.

The fat woman indeed dotes on her son, but if she wants to obey her son and marry a lowly man, the fat woman will definitely not agree. Michita is very sure of this.

Michita stood on tiptoes and leaned forward. This move made the man breathe more urgently, but Michita just leaned into the guy's ear and said slowly: "No, your mother will not let you marry Me, because, I am her money maker.”

At this time, the fat woman who had not seen Michita in the front hall appeared in the corridor. When she saw the scene in front of her, she immediately yelled: "Mikita, I called you from the front, but you can't hear me."

"Oh, I'll come right away." Michita avoided the fat woman's son.

"Why didn't you put on lipstick?" The fat woman carefully prepared some things for this day.

"Oh, I've never used that thing before. I don't know how to use it." Michita lied. Even though it was carefully prepared by the fat woman, when she opened the lid, Michita knew that it was just a stick. Poor quality lipstick.

"Forget it, there is no time now. I have already praised you as rare in the sky and hard to find on the earth. The guests in front of you are waiting for your appearance."

"I can't dance yet."

This was the fat woman's negligence. After all, she had let Michita work for three years, but she did not train him. The fat woman suddenly discovered Michita's beauty one day, and was shocked to realize that this girl had grown up.

"Practice slowly from now on. Tonight you can just spin around in circles."

Dancing must be practiced. Only passionate dancing can stir the strings and produce beautiful music.

When a white foot wearing high heels stepped into the front hall, the sound it made on the floor was like a signal, and everyone looked over.

"Oh." Someone couldn't hold it back anymore and exclaimed.

Some people have already recognized it. This is indeed the waiter who served everyone drinks yesterday, but today's appearance is completely different from the person yesterday.

My throat couldn't help but roll.

So many looks did not give Michita any stage fright, simply because she was no longer her past self, because in her heart, there was a more confident person.

She'll be fine tonight.

When a good thing has flaws, even if it is an antique, its value will plummet.

Michita came to a man. This man was the person who asked Michita before. Michita knew this man and he was considered an upright person.

I glanced at the wine glass in this man's hand and saw that it was already empty.

Michita picked up a bottle of wine from his table without any courtesy, held the cork in her mouth, and pulled it out in one breath.

"I'll get you some more wine."

"Oh oh oh, okay." The bearded man was so moved by Michita's beauty that he almost spilled the wine in the glass on himself.

After pouring the man's wine, Michita extended her index finger into the glass. In fact, this behavior was extremely impolite and unhygienic, but no one at the scene came forward to criticize it.

The fingers dipped in wine were put into his mouth.

After tasting it, Michita smiled and said to the bearded man in front of her: "This wine tastes good, please enjoy it."

"Ah." Suddenly, the men around him started boiling as if a cauldron had exploded.

The proprietress behind the counter saw this scene with surprise and pride in her heart.

"Mikita, I also have wine here, which is better than his glass."

"Mikita, I've finished the wine here. Bring me some wine. Please pour me some wine by the way."

"Mikita, I have delicious food here."

"Mikita..."

"Mikita..."

"Mikita..."