The Witch's Bodyguard [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Stark's sports car was parked next to the Maserati, and his research on sedans was the equivalent of the inner core structure of a Jericho missile, so he was sure that Marlin had the same taste for luxury as he did.However, Stark was surprised that as a single girl who only opened a bar in the wilderness, she chose to purchase a luxury sports car worth more than 100 million US dollars.

The interest on the loan alone is enough.

But he didn't worry about other people's troubles for too long, and he was attracted by the loud music and voices in the bar. Stark checked it on the way here, and he thought it was impossible for a club in a place like this to have any business. .Even if there is, it is for those passing passengers to stop for a short time. In other words, there should not be such a loud noise inside the bar.

Stark took out the pistol under the driver's seat, and carefully pinned it on the back waist. Just in case, he said to himself, having a gun in hand can always solve urgent problems.Stark believes in Ma Linglong, which does not mean that he believes that there will be no situation in the bar, but he does not want to use this small gadget, because it is very likely that he will still be the headline the next day, although in this case It has been going on for seven full days.

The appearance of the bar looks the same as most bars, it seems to be "clean", not the kind of place where addicts like to stay, but it is not too clean, after all, this is not a high-end location.Stark walked to the door of the bar. There were no security guards and no questioning. He pushed the door open and went in. The cold air scraped violently on his skin through the crack of the door.

For a moment, Stark had an illusion, as if the music and voices inside suddenly quieted down the moment he pushed the door.

But he quickly dispelled the ridiculous idea just now, it was impossible, because Stark was a little surprised to find that the business of this bar turned out to be very good, and it was quite spacious.Although it was only seven o'clock in the evening and the sunset had just set in the sky, many people were already drinking.

A rectangular bar runs across the center of the room, and the display in the wine cabinet is colorful. Except for the empty high chairs in front of the bar, there are almost no vacancies for all the seats.

The air-conditioning seemed a little strong, Stark undid three buttons of his white shirt before he came in, this way his collarbone could be exposed, he knew that Ma Linglong always liked to stare at his area.But he instinctively pulled up the zipper of the leather jacket half way up, the temperature here couldn't make Stark show off his sex appeal.

His appearance has attracted the attention of many drinkers.

Stark loved the attention and commotion the moment he walked into a bar, and he figured no one knew who he was, or someone would have called his name and rushed up to him for an autograph or a photo.So, the uproar is because of Stark's own charisma, not that last name, and he's well aware that he's not like everyone else in the bar.

Both men and women gave him glances, which felt good, Stark kept his usual manner, and he unzipped his leather jacket again, returning a smile or wink.Stark almost forgot what he was here for, the smell of alcohol suddenly calmed him down, he didn't come to this cheap bar to have fun like before.

Stark walked deeper, and as he approached the bar, he was surprised to find a metal staircase on the wall a few feet to the left of the bar, leading to a closed door.That kind of place Stark seems to be able to guess what it is for. Most cheap bars will set up a dark room for drinkers to vent their desires.

"Sir, I have never seen you before."

Stark was startled, a strange woman's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, he didn't feel any sound at all, the voice appeared out of thin air, Stark shrank his shoulders.

"Yes, I'm just here." He turned his head, following the direction of the voice, "Your business here is good?"

The one who spoke was a young girl with plump breasts, with big golden brown curly hair hanging down to her waist, and her tight denim shorts stretched her two buttocks up and up.She seems to be underage, and even the thick smoky makeup can't hide this fact, but it has to be said that the girl's figure is indeed quite well developed, and the dark blue tight top is very short, and squeezes her breasts round and It's ready to come out, the nipples are like two petals of the buttocks.

Stark frowned, his eyes didn't fall on the snow-white chest of the other party from the beginning to the end, but he quickly showed the tone of an experienced flirt: "Girls like your age shouldn't come here to work, sweetheart, If you are short of money, I can help you." Afraid that the other party might misunderstand, Stark hurriedly added, "I mean, I can donate money to you."

Holding the beer tray in her hand, the girl smiled coquettishly. She puffed her chest and rubbed against Stark's arm: "So, would you like to buy a dozen beers, sir, so that I can finish work early."

Stark retracted his arms: "You should go home immediately, baby, and come back after you turn 21." He put a hundred dollars on the tray, "No change, I think these are enough for you for several days sales, but if you promise not to come to this kind of place, I can give you another hundred dollars." [Note]

Stark will also persuade the girl who has lost her way to change her ways. If it was a few years ago, he would not even believe it himself.

He has never been to this kind of club. It is impossible for those high-end clubs to hire young people under the age of 21 as salesmen.

"Really?" The girl blinked.

"Really." Stark took out the second hundred dollar bill and put it on the tray, "Hurry up and go home."

"Asari, if you want to stay here and work, stay away from that gentleman." Another blonde-haired woman approached, she was wearing a tight, thin fabric, mini dress It could barely cover her full buttocks.

The girl put away her smile, shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, and repeated her tricks at other guests.

The blond woman confiscated the 200 yuan in the girl's tray and returned it to Stark: "The boss told you to stay here and not walk around."

Stark nodded: "It is indeed an arrangement from her mouth." He waved his hand and refused to take back the money, "I have already given it to the lady just now, I hope you can return it to her." Stark guessed that this beauty should be the manager of the bar or something, her charming figure is unforgettable at a glance.

The blond woman sat on the high chair at the bar, she put her thighs in stockings to Stark's knees, the woman brushed her hair, and the smell of perfume immediately rushed into Stark's nostrils: "Is that so, famous? Tony Stark, the playboy of yours, likes well-developed middle school girls?"

"You know me?" Stark never refused the embrace of a beautiful woman, especially a woman with taste, he smelled an expensive smell from her perfume.

If it was before, he would have taken the lady in his Bentley and done what an adult would do.

But now, he quietly avoided those long, alluring legs.

"I don't think you are unknown." The woman held a glass of vodka in her hand, and her bright red lips printed lip marks on the rim of the glass.

Stark looked around, and said after a few seconds: "Is there no one here to buy wine except for the lady just now?"

"Of course there is," said the blond woman, "but Lillian won't allow anyone to sell it to you."

"Lillian, who's Lillian?" Stark asked.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, the sounds of talking, clinking glasses, and the sweet sound of the tall-chested girl selling beer all disappeared, and the strong rhythmic metal music also turned into a soothing romantic tune.

Stark looked around, he didn't know what was going on.

The blond woman slid off the high chair immediately, and Stark was worried that her ass would be gone, but surprisingly, it didn't.

"Enjoy tonight." After the woman said this, she twisted her waist and walked away.

When Stark began to pay attention to the weird silence around him, all the sounds gradually mixed together as if they hadn't stopped at all, except for the music, which still maintained a slow rhythm so that the whole bar seemed no longer noisy.

Just when Stark felt strange, he saw a familiar figure walking down the metal stairs.

Ma Linglong was wearing a fiery red low-cut top, half of her slender thighs were barely covered by a black mini-short leather skirt, and the point of her ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes made a "dangdang" sound on the metal plate. It looks a little mature.Ma Linglong curled the ends of her hair a little bit, which looked good, and Stark liked those little black curls.

Stark stood up and watched her from far to near, until Ma Linglong walked into the bar and took out a bottle of rum and whiskey from the wine cabinet, then he woke up like a dream: "You are Lilian? "

Ma Linglong handed over a price list and said, "What would you like to drink?" Lilian was her English name, and it was usually called that by everyone in bars.

"Anything, the most expensive one." He didn't even look at the price list, "You're just..." In fact, Stark didn't know whether to keep his eyes on the other person's chest, or to tighten his eyes. Ass looking at endlessly, even though he's done it before, God, this is a bar.

Ma Linglong made a crimson cocktail for Stark. She made it with the most luxurious alcohol in the store: "300 yuan." She said, "If you want, you can save ten yuan."

Stark still stared at the girl in front of him closely, as if she would disappear immediately if he didn't do so: "Then have two more glasses." So Stark drank all the liquid in the goblet in one go.

Ma Linglong's image was far less attractive than the two girls just now. Her voice was low and her eyes were cold, like a machine that was boring.In comparison, it seems that Jarvis is more emotional than her, but Stark just feels that the other party makes him want to stop.He didn't expect to see Ma Linglong again, she would be dressed like this, it was completely in line with Stark's taste, he hoped she dressed like this on purpose.

"If your purpose of coming here is to take care of my business." Ma Linglong pointed to one of the coffee-colored glass containers in the cupboard. The overhead light of the wine compartment penetrated through its clear bottle body, looking very charming, "Two thousand dollars , you can take a bottle with you."

"Then give me all your stock, and I'll take it." Stark said without hesitation, then, as if he suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip, he swayed directly from his seat to the bar counter, and Ma Linglong Standing together, "You surprised me, Linglong, I didn't know you had such a side, you look..."

Perhaps it was an illusion, Stark felt as if everyone was watching him, with extremely unfriendly eyes, he glanced sideways, but what he saw in front of him was the drinkers immersing themselves in their own world drinking and chatting, there was no Who's watching a brat who's harassing the owner of the bar.

"So, what's the matter?" Ma Linglong didn't drive him out. Instead, she turned around unpreparedly to get the bottle of expensive whiskey that Stark had taken.

As for Stark, he had a lot of opportunities to mow, just reach out and touch that cute ass, but he didn't do it: "It's sexy, I mean, yeah, I didn't know you would still dress like this. I don't mean it's bad for you, I like it very much, but I think you should be very conservative."

The lighting is very dim, and they stand at the bar, where many stories can happen, as if crawling in a dim independent world. Occasionally, bright lights will pass through their faces, making each other's faces look extremely unreal.

"So what if you know." Ma Linglong wrapped the bottle of whiskey in kraft paper, "I don't know, so what does it matter."

These words seemed to come to Stark's ears from a distant place, and echoed ethereally. After a long time, he came back to his senses like waking up from a dream: "It doesn't matter, I like everything." Stark maintained an extremely gentlemanly appearance, never breaking the rules or doing any unnecessary actions: "Is there only one bottle, I said everything." His palms were sweating slightly, and in his memory, it seemed that he had never No woman had ever given him that feeling.

"There's only one bottle." Ma Linglong handed the wrapped bottle to Stark.

"Then I'll buy all your wine and set a price at will." Stark took the bottle and immediately put it aside. He didn't want to buy wine at all. "Then, go out for a drive with me."

"You should see that there are still many guests here." Ma Linglong replied.

"I saw it, but..." Stark immediately shouted to everyone in the bar, "I will pay for everyone's consumption today, and each of you can bring home a bottle of wine at any price. As long as you Willing to go home right away because I'm going to have a great evening with the owner here and she might not be able to do it both ways."

It's like returning to the profligate days before. This feeling is very familiar to Stark. Every time he went to a bar, he would hug more than three beauties with big breasts, and many guests would flock to him. Then, Stark Tucker uttered the declaration above that was enough to win applause for himself.

But today, his manifesto didn't work.

Everyone present looked at the uninvited guest, as indifferent to the cries of a homeless man on the street. They stopped talking for a few seconds, and then resumed the noise as if nothing had happened.

Stark shrugged uncomfortably, isn't this popular in the country?

"You think you can do whatever you want with a few filthy money, right?" A bald man pushed away the tables and chairs and walked towards the bar, "You stepped on the wrong place."

The bald man was of considerable stature, and very tall, well over seven feet.When he approached, Stark was oppressed like a dark cloud, he instinctively stood in front of Ma Linglong's premise, raised his head and said: "Man, I just invite everyone to drink, this is popular in bars in the city .”

Ma Linglong glanced at him, apparently Stark wasn't afraid, and he gave him a good beating with confidence.It's as if he's got some sort of stunt that's capable of knocking down a much taller opponent with a thick arm tattooed with ghastly totems.In fact, Stark is not sure of winning. It can even be said that he will struggle against a big man of this size without bodyguards. Stark's clever mind cannot be turned into a sharp weapon at this time. to fight back.

Of course, he even dared to openly challenge the leader of the Ten Commandments, let alone a bald head.

Ma Linglong deeply believed that Stark absolutely did not think of a way out.

"Lillian is my woman, you bastard from New York, stay away from her!" The bald man propped himself on the edge of the bar with one hand, and tried to attack Stark's collar with the other.

Ma Linglong noticed that Stark had already pressed his fingers on the handle of the gun on his lower back, but he didn't expect that he would bring a guy with him. He still wanted to retreat and make progress.

Ma Linglong put away her mood of watching the theater, and said to the bald man, "Business is over."

The author has something to say: [Note] Most state laws in the United States clearly stipulate that people under the age of 21 are not allowed to drink alcohol, but those above should be allowed to enter the bar, and they will give you a wristband, and the security guard will stare at you and not even take a sip of alcohol. .

I saw someone asking what the waiting bar is all about. Anyone who has watched the Hong Kong drama I have a date with a zombie knows what it is.