The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

Steve thought that Rosalie's five times salary was just an exaggeration, but afterwards he felt that he was not soft on taking this salary.

I even feel eager to feel that I can get another salary.

Because it didn't take long for him to realize that he was the only one working at the bar, or...he was the only employee.

All that's left are the two bosses who look like they haven't graduated high school yet.

Steve wondered for a moment whether he had been cheated, but he didn't expose himself, and even kept Angus tightly covered.

Who would waste so much energy, open a bar, and set up a game just to deceive a few employees who obviously don't have money?

Those who cheated were all strong and not easy to mess with, and they would definitely be able to fight.

This kind of scam that can Waterloo in minutes is too clumsy.

Even the big tall man who blocked the door before came back from the door after Rosalie confirmed the recruitment of Steve. Steve didn't know whether the guests who came in later got tickets or didn't.

And... What kind of tickets did this boss named Emmett Cullen ask for before...

"So, I'm the only one in this bar right now...?" Steve stood at the bar counter, looking at Rosalie who was leaning on Emmett in disbelief.

He had just rushed the ducks to the shelves, and he hurried in and served a drink to the almost angry guest who came in after shouting for a long time but no one came over to the bartender.

As for whether it was the Long Island iced tea they ordered or not, he really wasn't sure.

He just mixed vodka and whiskey in the glass, think, and put a slice of lemon in it after serving it out.

Just to make it look more like tea.

As for what it was, he really didn't know at all.

I used very strong wine, and my tongue was numb, so I might not be able to taste what kind of wine it was.

"Well, you're totally right to understand that." Emmett grinned.

Rosalie also curled the corners of her lips, with a faint smile that was still a cold and sarcasm.

Steve... "Waiter, bartender... nothing?"

"Well, after all, we just took over today," Emmett put his arms around Rosalie's waist, "isn't it, Angel?"

"That's about it." Rosalie lazily picked at her nails, picking out some unknown crumbs from the nails.

After picking up a bottle of vodka with an alcohol content of up to 90% that Steve had just brought out, Rosalie gathered the things picked out from her fingernails together, swept them into the wine glass, poured the wine, and lit it with a lighter.

A faint blue flame suddenly burst out.

Steve...

He really didn't know if this was hygienic...to some extent...it was hygienic...? ?

Emmett didn't feel much about Rosalie's weird behavior. She stretched her arms wide and kept her eyes on Angus who was sitting on the side.

Interesting.

Steve frowned, and unconsciously glanced at Rosalie.

Then I found that Rosalie was also looking at Angus after 'playing', with the same interest in her eyes as Emmett.

Steve... the young people of today are not the same as those of his time.

Although he didn't realize that his two new bosses had any bad intentions, Steve still looked at Angus with some anxiety.

Angus was lying on the bar, reaching for the bottle of strong vodka.

Steve took a quick step across, grabbing the bottle by the neck before Angus's claws.

"No——Angus!" If you give him candy, you have to count the 'degree', and drink? ?

Angus looked up at Steve, very quiet.

"..." After that, something will happen.

Steve shuddered.

Looking around, I found a bottle with a peach juice label in the cabinet under the bar.

"This one is too bad to drink, but this one tastes better." Quickly took it out, put it on the countertop, and even made a "bang" sound because the action was too fast.

Steve raised his wrist to make sure that the bottle was not broken by himself, and he was slightly relieved.

Angus slowly withdrew his gaze from the human face, and took the light-colored liquid suspiciously. He smelled a sweet scent.

acceptable.

Sitting on a high stool, rubbing his feet and turning around.He grabbed the bottle, turned his back to the bar, and continued to watch the humans.

Turning a blind eye to the three people at the bar, whose atmosphere became more and more weird as they talked.

The speakers at the DJ station were playing songs casually, and there was no one on the dance floor.

Most of the guests who come in sit in the scattered seats, and there are self-service snacks at the bar, which can be picked up in small woven baskets.

There are cornflakes or potato chips or something in piles.

Rosalie watched their series of exchanges with interest: "Have you always gotten along like this?"

Steve belatedly realized that he had taken things from the store to coax the fish at will, and showed a sorry expression: "...Um, can Angus deduct it from my salary after drinking it?"

He really has no money on him.

Rosalie sneered, as if she heard some joke: "It's just juice, just drink it."

Steve pinched his nose, he would rather Rosalie take the money.

I don't know if he is too sensitive, but he always feels that Rosalie and Emmett are too interested in Angus.

Not quite.

"Public and private needs to be distinguished, if I want to continue working here." Steve intensified his voice talking about public and private.

But the other two obviously had no intention of being considerate of his old fatherly mood.

"Your name is Steve? Right?" Rosalie finally stopped looking at Angus, and she was holding a glass of scarlet wine that Emmett brought her.

It should have just been taken out of the refrigerator, and there is still a layer of white mist on the wall of the cup.

She lowered her head and took a sip. Before Steve could answer, she lifted her lip and pressed a sip on Emmett's mouth, and the two exchanged a sip of wine.

The red liquid moistened his lips, and Steve avoided his eyes reflexively.

Then I saw Angus, who had been ignoring these two people, biting his glass and staring at them.

Steve...

Just as he was watching the internal strife among the living corpses, Angus' eyes darkened.

The human covered his eyes.

He grabbed Steve's hand: "Steve."

Fortunately, Rosalie just wanted to have a sip of wine with Emmett on a whim, and they soon separated. Seeing Steve covering Angus' eyes, she laughed out loud.

"What are you doing?" She raised her eyebrows with a smile on her lips.

Emmett hugged Rosalie's waist tightly and laughed loudly: "Boy, you are so interesting—"

Steve let go of his hand: "...it's nothing..."

Angus glanced at the human, bit his teeth on the mouth of the bottle, and made a slight click.

Steve looked at the chipped glass and exhaled.

Why on earth did he... stretch out his hand to cover Angus' eyes... This move is really... stupid.

Rosalie looked at Steve with a regretful expression on his face, as if he had discovered something interesting, and glanced back and forth between him and Angus.

"Hey, your name is Angus?" Rosalie put down her wine glass and tapped the bar counter with her fingers curled up.

Angus finished his silent warning and turned to look at Rosalie: "Rosalie Hale."

"Emmett Cullen."

"...He has been abroad before, and he still can't understand English very well." Steve just lied, feeling that he had fallen too fast.

Emmett pouted: "It must be very remote."

Rosalie laughed.

Angus glanced at Rosalie's glass, and gnawed on the bottle given by Steve Ann.

"Want to try it?" Rosalie pushed the cup over, "It's quite fresh."

Steve reached out to stop him, but Emmett held his hand jokingly: "Didn't you say that he is an adult, this one is not drunk."

"...he's allergic to alcohol." Steve exerted some strength, and then found that his hands were still motionless.

Emmett let go of Rosalie's waist and leaned on the bar: "That's non-alcoholic."

Steve exerted a little more force, but still remained motionless.

He glanced at Emmett, who frowned.

The two were in a stalemate, and Angus had already picked up the cup Rosalie gave him.

He sniffed and frowned.

"I will not eat."

Push the cup back.

Rosalie shrugged, and Emmett let go of Steve's arm as if nothing had happened: "That's a pity, it's not easy to find this here."

Angus watched Rosalie take a sip and looked away.

The taste is too strong, he still likes fish as expected.

Steve shook his arm, still looking at Emmett.

Emmett smiled at him, and made a pose like a bodybuilder: "I'm born with great strength, don't mind, your strength is actually pretty good."

Steve smiled, the scratched part of his arm was cold to the bone, and it took a few seconds for the white part to return to blood.

This is no longer... how powerful it can be described.

The four people sat around the corner of the bar in a strange atmosphere. Although two of them were bosses and one was an employee, they all seamlessly blended into the guests who entered the venue one after another, without any sense of disobedience.

It's like the real owner of this pub has fled the place.

Steve hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to politely mention that he was no longer working at this place within half an hour of agreeing to stay and work here.

The number of people gradually increased.

Rosalie's face was exposed in the dark light, and soon someone noticed this beauty, and many people gathered towards the bar.

Emmett stopped trying to figure out what happened to Steve and Angus. She divided her attention and glanced at the group of men who couldn't get out of their eyes. Mouth.

He lowered his head and kissed Rosalie's mouth fiercely, a long French kiss.

Steve took three steps back and closed his eyes: "Wow..."

"...thats..." He cleared his cough, gripped a piece of dry cloth for wiping wine glasses on the bar in his hand, loosened it, then tightened it, explaining what it means to be at a loss.

After 1 minute passed, Rosalie raised her leg and sat on Emmett's lap.

"...Okay, I...wait for you...to talk..." Steve took a wine glass and wiped it, in a low voice.

Three minutes passed, and Rosalie's legs had hooked Emmett's waist.

Steve...

Covering Angus's staring eyes with his hand, he whispered: "...Don't look, Angus."

Angus's face was half covered, and he grabbed Steve's hand: "Steve—"

At last, those two still knew that although the corner of the bar counter was hidden and the lights were dim enough, it was still a public place, and they didn't make any more unrestrained actions.

Steve let go of Angus' face.

Rosalie was still sitting on Emmett, and was teased by Steve: "You... are really conservative."

"It's kind of like my brother—" She seemed to remember something funny.

Emmett put his hand on Rosalie's waist and hips, just on the verge of indecent: "Indeed."

Steve felt like he couldn't really work here, especially with Angus.

No matter how high the salary is, it will not work.

"Hale...I..."

"Hey, Angus, can I give you the bar?" Rosalie smiled with her arms raised.

Steve...! ?

Emmett opened his mouth, not in surprise, but in understanding.

Like some thorny problem was solved.

"If something goes wrong with Steve, you can also be guaranteed." Rosalie drank the scarlet liquid in the cup and wiped her mouth.

Steve and Angus turned to look at her at the same time, one was shocked and the other was puzzled.

Emmett stretched out his hand and made a big circle to signal the whole bar, then pointed to Angus: "This place is for you."

Rosalie nodded.

Angus raised his eyebrows.

Steve...

When and where did the three of them communicate behind his back? ?

The author has something to say: Steve: To tell the truth, ever since I reunited with Angus, I have always felt that I am out of place in this world.

Angus: That's why you're stupid.

Steve:  …

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Looking at my title, you can see that I am so embarrassed that I can't make up any four-character titles... [Covering face

My obsessive-compulsive disorder does not allow me to admit defeat easily, help me up, I can still produce a series! ! 【sucker Punch

Longevity, the title, name, and abstract are all trying to make me bald [scratch head

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Someone mentioned in the comments that I like the habit of inserting English into Chinese suddenly. This... is really a personal habit.

It's not pretending, nor is it to show how good my English is, but when I code words, English sentence patterns really pop up in my mind. I think it is more suitable for the context, atmosphere, and especially the character dialogue than Chinese.

Then translate it into Chinese and type it out, the effect is really indescribable... and eye-catching.

When it can be translated into Chinese normally and not so peacefully, I try to translate as much as possible. [But my Chinese-English conversion ability is really not very good...]

...I really don't want something in my text 'Oh my god, what have you done! ''God, you're going to hell for doing this—'This kind of translated [wiping face

So, I try my best to use short sentences and words, and I will also comment in the words when I use it, but this habit may remain until I finish this article, so I really don’t get used to it, um, sorry...

In addition, in addition to English, there are also words that do not adapt to my habit of using words [Say, what is my habit of using words...], I guess I can't change these.

Seriously... It's the first time I've received a negative score for writing an article today, and -1 is also a negative [Pouting lips] For this reason, I feel very complicated... [Wipe my face

Well, that's it... There are a lot of complaints today.

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Thank you Xiaojiu, Zhizhiqiuqiu, Lanbai, Ming's Overlord~~~

Thank you for staying little devil°, moving house under the tree, Zhizhiqiuqiu, Xizhu, bustling, nutrient solution irrigation of a salted fish~~

I will still love you today~ Meme Jiujiu~