Ajie was lazily leaning on the bar counter, tapping the smooth tabletop rhythmically with the five fingers of his right hand, his eyes drifted away from the women sitting around in the bar...
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Withdrawing his wandering eyes, Ajie glanced at Bu Feng who was sitting quietly at the side, sighed, and said with a sad face: "Sister Man, why do you say that you are the same person, and stare at these people in the bar in a daze every day, Ah The wind can bring out the 'warmth of the ancient ship', what if I can't?"
Aman glanced at Ajie who had a bitter face, and said with a smile, "Same? Apart from being in a daze all day long, you just look at the single beauties in the bar..." As she spoke, she took a sip of her wine, turned around and looked at the In the distance, Bu Feng's eyes shone with a clear luster: "How can Ah Feng be like you? What you see is just the appearance, but what he sees is a life full of flavors. You are in the play, but he is in the scene." Besides, how can this be the same??"
Her voice gradually became a little distant, and she murmured in a low voice: "It's just that although he got out of this situation, he got into another situation. In this world, who can really be happy and independent?" She smiled wryly Then, he shook his head, raised his head and drank the rest of the wine in the bottle, turned around, followed Bu Feng's eyes to look at the messy-haired man in the corner behind the bar, and then stayed there There, looking at Bu Feng, he started talking to himself...
Ajie listened to Aman mumbling there, and didn't want to make fun of himself. He yawned and whispered to himself: "Where are all the beauties on the earth today? It's really boring..." He looked up, unintentionally Glancing at the door of the bar for a while, his body froze suddenly, his eyes gleaming, where there was no laziness just now, and he murmured: "I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."...
At the entrance of the bar, a girl in a black windbreaker stomped the snow off her leather boots, raised her head and scanned the bar.
The girl's face was thin, her facial features were very delicate, her skin was abnormally fair, but she didn't know whether it was bloodless from the cold, or it was just so crystal clear and fair. Although there was a smile in her eyes, for some reason, it made people feel a chill in her heart. The two completely different feelings matched perfectly on her body, forming a strange charm. Nearly perfect appearance and figure...
The girl's sweeping eyes stayed on Aman for a while, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly, and then her eyes touched Bu Feng, and a smile burst out of her eyes in an instant, her eyes were firmly fixed on Bu Feng's body, the corners of her mouth He raised a playful smile.
Ajie sighed, stared blankly at the girl sitting behind, and said to himself: "It's over, there is no hope..."...
When the girl just walked into the bar, Oman felt something, his eyes were staring at the girl intentionally or unintentionally, and his brows were slightly frowned. This cold air comes from the cultivation of Yin and cold air the day after tomorrow, so this girl's age is a bit unreasonable. Thinking about it, a smile curled up on the corner of her mouth, is she old? But maybe, in this world, there are too many ways to keep this youthful skin...
It's just that if you can cultivate the coldness to such a degree the day after tomorrow, you can be regarded as a master among the masters... If the coldness is born innate, then this girl's background is not simple. There are only a few things that can give birth to such a pure innate cold energy, and they are all characters that she dare not even mention. Thinking of this, her brows furrowed tightly...
But Bu Feng kept staring at the man in the corner, his numb eyes did not blink, there was a layer of bloodshot eyes and unconcealable exhaustion in them...
The girl's gaze was focused on Bu Feng's body all the time, her eyes flickered with splendor, and she secretly said in her heart: Fortunately, I kept an eye on that day, otherwise, such a wonderful person would have been missed...
Under the slightly noisy sound and dim lighting of the bar, these people just stared at each other with different moods...
"For wine pairing, two glasses of wine."
"The kid? Hey, what about you..." A shrill voice broke the tacit understanding and the wonderful atmosphere.
Ajie raised his head in displeasure, and looked at the guy standing in front of the bar. Suddenly, a funny feeling rose in his heart. It was unimaginable that such a shrill voice came from this fat man's mouth. , It's really a perfect match... With a three-point displeasure and a seven-point smile, Ajie looked at the fat man, a pair of small eyes that were almost buried in the fat on his face rolled in the eye sockets, neither tall nor tall. A suit of good material is wrapped around his short figure, but it has a somewhat funny taste. There is a huge ring on the thumb of the right hand, and a bulging leather bag is held under the armpit. The whole body exudes a smell of nouveau riche, and the thick smell of copper is as uncomfortable as body odor.
A well-dressed woman is holding the fat man's arm with a smile, her body sticking to his body like a water snake, her eyes wandering on the bulging leather bag from time to time...
The fat man pointed at Bu Feng who was sitting there, and yelled in a shrill voice: "You are from here—that wine pairer, give us two glasses, I want the best from you here, and give me the most expensive." Yes!" After a pause, the fat man picked up the purse under his armpit, and continued: "Drink comfortably, and the tip is indispensable..."
But Bu Feng didn't notice it, or dismissed it, still staring at the man in the corner quietly, watching the sloppy man stand up from the corner.
The fat man yelled for a long while, and suddenly realized that Bu Feng didn't even glance at him, but glanced at the smiling woman next to him. He couldn't hold back his face, and his heart became angry. He approached the bar and raised his right hand, slapping him fiercely. Going down, he cursed: "A wine pairer, he thinks he is something, playing tricks on the uncle..."
Ajie's face darkened immediately, but he didn't stop him, and looked at the red-faced fat man with a sneer.
A faint green brilliance flashed across Aman's eyes, and he looked at the fat man coldly... Not to mention just an ordinary human being, even some human beings who have practiced a little ancient martial arts can't take advantage of him at all, right? Wei Wei is a little complacent, thinking to herself, if it wasn't for fear of causing trouble to A Feng, she really wanted to completely transform his body...
Bu Feng still sat there quietly, staring at the approaching man who smelled of alcohol, his eyes revealed a trace of pity... At this time, the fat man's right hand had already reached his eyes, and the wind Sweeping across her face... the girl in black in the distance sat there, watching with interest while drinking.
Just when the fat man's right hand was about to touch Bu Feng, his hand froze in mid-air, his face was red like a pig's liver, his body was trembling, and he turned to look at the man on the right who was holding his right hand , the smell of alcohol all over his body swept on his face, and there was a look of disdain in those half-opened and half-awake eyes. The woman's bulge... Then, he heard the popping sound when his body hit the ground, and then a sharp pain came from the part where he landed, and he opened his mouth to scold, but as soon as he touched the drunken and fierce The look in the man's eyes, his aura weakened by three points, and he muttered cursing on the ground. Suddenly, the fat man got up from the ground, swept his eyes around, and then glanced at the man with hatred. The tall and thin man rolled his small eyes twice, turned and walked towards the door of the bar, cursing in a low voice: "This bitch, actually stole my purse..."...
The tall and thin man didn't even look at the fat man again from the corner of his eyes, he just took a deep look at Bu Feng, a sharp brilliance flashed in his half-closed eyes, he yawned, and took his own food from the counter. After drinking two bottles of wine, he threw down a few banknotes and turned around to leave.
"Wait!" Bu Feng stood up suddenly, and with his slender palm took out the wine mixing steel cup from under the cabinet table.
The drunk and aggressive man who was about to leave paused for a moment, seemed to think about it, then turned around and looked into Bu Feng's eyes.
Bu Feng stared straight into the man's eyes, and nimbly took a bottle of red wine, some ice cubes and finely crushed materials... his hands alternated, and after a while, a glass of light blue wine appeared in the mixing glass. Bu Feng took a steady look at the man, lowered his head and poured the wine into the glass, and handed it to the man.
A trace of disdain and pain flashed in the man's eyes, and he muttered: "Do you know how to repay your kindness...does even a bartender know how to repay your kindness..."
"No—what kind of repayment—no need" Gradually, the man's complexion became ferocious, his eyes were flickering with crazy colors, and they were flushed red, and he almost yelled at Bu Feng: "That pig! out of my way, I didn't do anything for you, no... you don't have to thank me, you don't have to—"
He roared crazily, staring at Bu Feng with both eyes, but the red eyes were full of hesitation and hesitation.