blue marshmallow

He took me to eat seafood buffet, 198 people, really interesting, I will not be polite to you, I ran here and there, I guess the waiter here has not seen food like me after working for several years Something, from the whole of Africa.

He ordered two bottles of red wine. I said I wouldn't drink it, but he didn't persuade me. He just drank it on his own and watched me eat happily. I basically didn't eat anything. I couldn't see it, so I helped him get it. Order food, he will eat as much as I take, that makes me feel that this child is really good, I like children who don’t waste food, you must know that when I planted rice in the field, I was often bitten by leeches, so I said to myself , this is not fucking growing grain and selling it for money, it is simply selling my blood, if I meet someone who wastes food in the future, I must give him some blood, of course it is just talking, see you later There are too many guys wasting food, I really can't let it go, the knife is not fast enough, and there is not so much time, right?

After dinner, he took me to the KTV, we two men felt weird, the room attendant arranged our order very sensiblely and never showed up again.

I have a good voice, clear and charming, but unfortunately I am born with pentatonic insufficiency. How can I describe it for you to understand? You must have heard the movement of repelling birds at the airport. Basically, if I sing at the airport, It can be managed for half a month, but why don't people invite me to go, because as long as I sing, not only the bird will not come, but the machine will also not come, haha!

His singing is really good, he likes to sing Leslie Cheung's songs the most, I really want to ask him, do you know that my brother is gay, you like singing gay songs so much, does it mean that you like gays, but it seems that there are many crushes I also like my brother, they may not all like G, I like caring rotten girls!

He forced me to sing a few lines and then gave up torturing me, man, this is the way it should be, giving up torturing others is actually giving up torturing myself, just doing this to him, I should like him too, right?

When he saw that I was not interested, he sang for a while and was about to pay the bill and leave, "Wait a minute." The waiter's eyeballs are almost popping out, I just want you to look good, I ignored me for a few days, and today I think it's so easy to settle me down, hmph, I'm not a vegetarian, he also saw that I did it on purpose, almost in the middle I carried it out, and I knew he wouldn't be angry, because there was a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

He drove me to the most luxurious hotel in the city. What kind of tricks did he do to get a room with me?When am I?If you miss me, come to me, pat your butt and leave when you’re done playing, shit, I won’t buy it from you, I’ve never lived in such a luxurious hotel, right, it’s my virtue to be safe when you come One, hey!

Followed him briskly into the elevator, no way, this kid directly pressed the top floor, the presidential suite, my ancestor, give me the money, I am a money-worshiping boy to the letter.

He opened the door of the suite, ignored me and swaggered in. I glanced at the door twice, it was good, I turned around and left. When I stepped into the elevator with one foot, he was holding me by the collar Towed back.

"Where are you going?" He teased me with a smile.

"Then what, I didn't bring my wallet, and you slipped away in a while, how can I get away, so, it's better to let my brother go first."

"Stop pretending to me, I've paid all the money,"

"Oh, what do you mean, you want to play with me?"

"Neither,"

"Oh, no, then why didn't you say it earlier," I pushed him away and turned a few times in the room like a monkey, "Damn, it's fun to have money, the room is really as big as his grandma's." .”

He looked at me dumbfounded, took beer from the refrigerator and threw it to me, I lay on the sofa with my legs crossed, turned on the TV and switched channels quickly.

He sat next to me and drank silently. This kid’s drinking capacity is really evil. He just drank a bottle and a half of red wine by himself in the restaurant. He drank seven beers and 24 tubes during the karaoke, and now he has three more cans. Why doesn’t he drunk?