Bend yourself and the great God HE

The five people were seated, and the bartender greeted him with one arm on his hip, and asked with a grin, "Handsome girl, what would you like to order?"

On this occasion, the bartender's attitude and tone are extremely frivolous.

Mo Ran looked up at him, and the bartender seemed to be frozen by something for a moment.

After a pause, he retracted his akimbo hands, "Beer, wine and cocktails, what would you like to order?"

Qiao Yun sat next to Mo Ran, casually threw a card on the bar, "Whatever, just watch."

As soon as he lost it, the bartender shifted his gaze to Qiao Yun.

With such a handsome face, the bartender smiled, "Handsome guy, would you like to have a drink and not go home tonight?" His tone of voice returned to the loose and frivolous before.

Qiao Yun didn't pay attention to the bartender's change at all, and just answered "whatever".

The bartender immediately leaned over, bent over and smiled at Qiao Yun: "Okay, see you later."

Unexpectedly, Mo Ran made a low voice, staring at the bartender menacingly, "One more nonsense, I don't want you to go home tonight."

The bartender froze for a moment, not understanding why it was so cold when this guy came out to play.

Fu Yitian stood up and waved to the bartender, "Hey, hey, be careful, there is no food for you here, don't provoke me."

Obviously, Fu Yitian is a frequent visitor to the bar, and he has seen all the hints from the bartender.

The bartender understood Fu Yitian's words even more, pulled his lips slightly in embarrassment, and took two steps back.

But he still raised his lowered jaw and raised his eyes to stare at Qiao Yun.

Fu Yitian said in his heart, if the evil heart is not dead, no one will be able to save you in a while.

"Don't look any further, go get some wine, a bottle of tequila, and a Long Island iced tea with ice cubes."

The bartender's eyes moved away from the target person.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Slightly pursing his lips, he took the card that Qiao Yun threw on the wine table, turned and left.

Except for Fu Yitian and Mo Ran, no one present noticed that something was wrong with the bartender, including Qiao Yun himself.

After the bartender left, Fu Yitian sneered coldly, and said, "This bartender is quite courageous, even daring to hit Qiao Yun's idea."

Qiao Yun moved his eyelids and looked at Fu Yitian.

Dongzi subconsciously asked: "What do you mean by hitting on Qiao Yun?" It was the first time he entered a bar, and he didn't understand Fu Yitian's bird language.

Among them was Lu Xiaoman, who also entered the bar for the first time, blinking at Fu Yitian.

Fu Yitian poured a glass of water for Lu Xiaoman, and then said: "Just now he asked Qiao Yun if he would like a glass of wine and would not go home tonight. It sounded like he was asking about some wine. In fact, he was hinting to Qiao Yun whether he would like to have a drink with him tonight. play."

This kind of situation is very common in bars. No one is thick-skinned enough to ask directly, and many people will hint at each other with seductive code words.

If the other party agrees, they will order this glass of wine, and if they do not agree, they will order something else, and the person who spoke the code will understand.

But the bartender just now was very courageous, keeping his eyes on Qiao Yun, but Qiao Yun still didn't know anything, so the bartender became even more courageous when he said something casually.

Mo Ran just noticed that the bartender was looking at Qiao Yun in a strange way, and didn't know that there was such a thing as coded words to seduce people.

Listening to Fu Yitian's explanation now, his gloomy face suddenly turned as cold as ice.

Qiao Yun felt a gust of cold air hit him, and subconsciously turned to look at Moran——

Oh my god, it's so cold, your eyes are like cold pools, and your jawline is extremely sharp.

Qiao Yun wanted to explain something, but he didn't mean it, but he turned around and thought, what's wrong with him, he doesn't know anything, and the master is showing his face to someone.

The words of explanation are so exhausted.

After that, Mo Ran said to Fu Yitian in a deep voice: "Brother Tian, ​​change to a bartender, I don't want to see that person."

The corners of Qiao Yun's mouth twitched for such an angry master.

Fu Yitian understood Moran's meaning, but it was too late, he raised his chin at the bar, "It's late, he has already come over."

The efficiency of serving wine was extremely fast, and the bartender had already walked to the front of the booth with the wine tray.

Mo Ran felt as if he had fucked a dog, staring at the bartender with hatred, then forcefully grabbed Qiao Yun's hand and placed it on his lap.

Qiao Yun felt that he was baffled, put on airs, and flirtatiously wanted to withdraw his hand.

Mo Ran frowned slightly, but clasped her five fingers tightly.

The bartender holding the wine tray saw this scene in his eyes.

He walked to the booth in the section, took out the wine and wine glasses in turn, placed them neatly on the wine table, and handed the bank card to Qiao Yun.

Afterwards, he said as if to save him, "Handsome guy, keep your card away."

With a faint smile.

The bartender really misunderstood, thinking that the handsome guy in front of him was being forced.

His hand was clasped tightly by the person next to him, and his thigh was still clinging to the handsome guy's thigh.

Qiao Yun raised his hand to pick up the card, and Mo Ran simply wrapped his hands around the back of his neck and his wife's shoulders, retracted the arm that was raised in the air into his own, and emphasized coldly, "Put it on the table."

Eyes fixed on the bartender.

Qiao Yun suddenly felt very happy, and secretly let out a puff.

Because of Xiao Nan's provocative words before, and Mo Ran's perfunctory dissatisfaction later, at this moment, all his brains are gone.

If he doesn't do anything else, the Great God will drown in the vinegar jar tonight.

"Put it on the table." Qiao Yun assured the bartender.

The bartender paused, "Okay."

Now that the guest opened his mouth, he had no reason to make a rescue. He smiled at Qiao Yun and continued, "Call me if you need anything. I'll be on duty over there."

It was the last laugh and remark that completely made Mo Ran's unhappiness reach its peak.

After the bartender left, Mo Ran let go of Qiao Yun and stood up, "Sit down, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Would you like me to go with you?" Qiao Yun looked up at the Almighty, feeling sour all over.

Mo Ran shook his head: "You sit here, I'll be back in a while."

After that, he greeted Fu Yitian, "Take care of Qiao Yun for me, don't let him drink too much."

After speaking, he swung his legs and left the booth with his chin raised.

Qiao Yun saw the back of the Great God rolling up his sleeves as he walked. This scene was quite familiar, like the prelude to beating Wang Ping at the school gate.

No, he has to go and see.

As soon as he lifted his butt, Fu Yitian stopped him: "Qiao Yun, where are you going?"

"I'll go check on Mo Ran, there's something wrong with him."

"No, Mo Ran told me to watch you, don't wander around."

"There are so many people in the bar, the elder brother disappeared after slipping through. Where can you find him?"

Qiao Yun turned around, and sure enough, the Great God had disappeared.

Qiao Yun was fed several cups of tequila by Fu Yitian with various excuses.

"Come, come, let's have a drink to celebrate the official launch of "Drunk and Happy"."

"Qiao Yun, you have to drink two cups, and I drank for Moran's cup."

"Don't worry, Mo Ran has a sense of proportion, he will come back after you finish drinking."

"The car will come back and drive at any time, and the wine must be drunk today."

"Didn't you say that if you don't get drunk, you won't return, come again."

"..."

When Qiao Yun drank his sixth glass of wine, Mo Ran came back.

He immediately put down his wine glass and went up to him, "Where have you been? It's been so long, do you know that I'm worried."

The discordant base wine was especially intoxicating. Qiao Yun's face was flushed at the moment, and his worried tone was even more tinged with minor grievances.

Mo Ran smiled slightly, looking at this face, the dimly flickering lights hit Qiao Yun's face like a blurred filter.

Good looking and charming.

"It's okay, my husband went out to get some fresh air. Let's go and drink with you. If you don't get drunk, you won't return." He raised his hand aggressively to embrace his wife, and walked back to the booth.

It was his problem. When he realized Qiao Yun's sensitivity during the day, he shouldn't hesitate.

Qiao Yun loved him, even if he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he was Qiao Yun.

How could he dislike the place where he used to live? At this moment, Mo Ran was completely relieved.

After a few minutes of drinking, the bar suddenly became noisy.

The annoying bartender came over with a group of people, pointed at Mo Ran and yelled, "That's him, he beat me up in the bathroom."

Mo Ran and the others who were interrupted from drinking looked up one after another.

The bartender's eyes were beaten into panda eyes, and the corners of his mouth were still bruised. The crowd behind him was pushed aside, and a tall and burly man walked out.

"Who the hell dares to get drunk and make trouble in Soho one day, get out of here."

The burly man approached menacingly and walked straight to the bar, followed by several burly men.

"It's you?" He scanned the dim booth viciously.

Fu Yitian and Dongzi were already drunk, seeing this scene, they immediately stood up.

"We are guests, please be polite." Fu Yitian protected Lu Xiaoman with one hand, and lifted the finished tequila bottle with the other, and put it on the wine table.

The man smiled contemptuously, "A beating guest? If you dare to make trouble here, how many lives do you have?"

"Oh, it seems that we have entered a black shop." Dongzi took out his mobile phone and began to collect evidence.

Several burly men around him pointed and scolded him: "What are you recording, put it down!"

As he said that, a group of people came up and surrounded the small booth tightly, and there were even more customers watching the theater.

Things got a little serious, and Qiao Yun lost his temper. Half drunk, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to do it.

Mo Ran pressed him down, pushed back to the sofa and sat down again.

He said: "I hit the man, if something comes at me." The slow movement of pulling up his sleeves completely ignored the few people.

The bartender rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Brother Tian, ​​that's him, he hit me."

"Good guy, whoever dares to beat me in my territory, you fucking—" The man paused after getting tired of the three words.

He took a few steps, approached Mo Ran, and rubbed his eyes

Mo Ran stared at him with slightly closed eyelids, and if he took another step closer, the wine bottle in his hand was about to hit him on the head.

But the man's fierce face suddenly became kawaii: "Oh my god, isn't this strange, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment.

There are also Qiao Yun, Fu Yitian and others, as well as the burly man and the bartender behind him, everyone is at a loss.

The man waved his hands again and again, laughing: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, really a misunderstanding, the flood rushed into the Dragon King Temple, you child, this must be a misunderstanding, I will give you three days off, go back and take care of yourself."

The bartender named Xiaozhi said: ... What's the situation?

After being stunned for three seconds, the man scolded the people behind him and said, "Why are you still standing here? You don't have eyes watering, do you? Go back and defend the field."

With a roar, a group of burly men scattered and walked back.

Xiaozhi yelled: "Brother Tian, ​​he hit me..."

"What are you hitting? You don't understand what I'm saying?" The man glared at the bartender.

The bartender gritted his teeth and nodded, forced a smile: "Understood, Brother Tian, ​​I'll go back and rest."

It took only a minute for the situation from the fight to the sudden reversal, but Mo Ran still couldn't remember who this person was.

The man walked around the bar and approached Mo Ran, put his face close together, and said, "Look at Mo Ran, who am I, do you remember?"

Mo Ran looked at him coldly, without speaking.

He pointed to a small mole on the corner of his mouth, and asked Qiao Yun: "Who am I, Qiao Yun, you should remember."

Qiao Yun was already drunk, he didn't remember a fart.

Seeing the extremely rough face approaching in front of him, he vomited.