After Luo Ye helped Monica up, his palm still rested on her tight back. "Come on, you are the first female guest to come to Chaochao to blow."
This bastard name... Monica couldn't help biting her lip, and she heard people snickering in the crowd.
Luo Ye helped her through the crowd and walked to the bar. Monica felt that the big hand on her back was very gentle and very cautious, as if Luo Ye had regarded her as something very easy to break. Yes, as a baby—Monica couldn't help but a smile flashed across her mouth. Then let his hand stay there.
But as soon as this thought appeared, Luo Ye withdrew his hand, as if he had insight into the thoughts in her heart. He personally opened the door of the bar, quite gentlemanly, and invited Monica to enter.
Frost reappeared on Monica's face and walked in arrogantly.
"You should be in a good mood, especially today." Luo Ye said with a light smile, "I never open the door to anyone."
Monica snorted, "What if I don't want to be in a good mood?"
"In a bad mood?" Luo Ye smiled badly, "No wonder you wore a red skirt today."
Monica couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Does a good mood have anything to do with what color skirt you wear?"
Luo Ye leaned closer to Monica and said in a low voice, "Well, women, there are days when they are in a bad mood every month."
Monica snorted softly, "Whatever you say, I'm just me." She tightened her arrogant neck, with an expression of disdain to argue with Luo Ye. But when her gaze reached the portrait of the sexy girl, a quick astonishment flashed across her face.
"Have you remembered anything?" Luo Ye asked.
Monica pressed her lips. "Are you suggesting that I am taking off my clothes?"
Luo Ye blinked slyly, "I thought you would think of art works such as Venus, the goddess of beauty. It turns out that you are thinking of your own body—"
Monica's face was hot. "Luo Ye, you are a bastard," she pressed to Luo Ye's ear and said, "You are a big bastard."
"I should give you a piece of advice," Luo Ye said with a smile, "Don't fall in love with the bastard."
If you can choose who to love or not, then there won't be so many heartbroken people in the world. Monica suddenly felt tired. "I was very tired just after getting off the plane. Do you want to stand here and talk nonsense, or find a seat to invite me to drink?"
"Of course it's drinking. Let's go quiet. It's very quiet. Make sure no one disturbs us." Luo Ye turned his head and snapped his fingers at the crab behind him, "Go get a bottle of good wine."
Crab smiled and asked, "What kind of wine does Miss Mo like to drink? Champagne? Cider? Or?"
Monica glanced at him coldly. It's like looking at an ant on the floor. "First of all, I don't have my surname Mo, don't call me Miss Mo, and second. I want to drink gin, and it must be pure, not mixed."
"Yes, Miss Monica, I will get it now." The crab wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Quickly disappeared into their sight.
After entering the quiet bar, Monica chose a most central position to sit down, and Luo Ye also sat down next to her.
"The environment here is pretty good," Monica touched the table with a finger, "Unfortunately the waiter should be changed."
Maggie looked up from behind the piano, "Luo, Brother Luo, I'm sorry, do you need me to wipe the table?"
Monica did not expect that there would be outsiders in the static bar. Shocked. "who are you?"
"I'm the former waiter here." Maggie replied cowardly, "Now the piano player."
Monica glanced at her suspiciously, "You stand up and come out from behind the piano to show me."
Maggie glanced at Luo Ye as if asking for help. Luo Ye didn't mean to stop Monica. She could only bite the bullet and stood up, tidying the hem of the dress with her hands nervously. This set of dresses is temporarily borrowed, so it is somewhat inappropriate. Like the chest, Maggie didn't dare to stand up. For fear of breaking the dress.
"Look up," Monica ordered in a queenly tone.
Maggie took a deep breath helplessly and straightened her waist. The expression on her face shows that she is doing something very unpleasant to herself.
"Humph," Monica sneered. "No wonder you can be promoted from a waiter to a piano player. You must be promoted by Brother Luo, right?"
Luo Ye laughed, "Yeah, I'm so insightful."
Monica glared at Luo Ye, and then said to Maggie: "Well, there is nothing to do with you here, you can go away first. By the way, this dress has ruined your good figure."
"That's not necessarily." Luo Ye commented: "Men and women see things from different angles."
Monica glanced at Luo Ye contemptuously, "Yeah, I forgot that men use their lower body to see things."
"I... can I leave?" Maggie glanced at Luo Ye uneasily.
Luo Ye immediately said: "Go, by the way, remind the crabs to have wine."
"Yes." Maggie lifted the long skirt, walked awkwardly down the performance area, and ran out quickly.
"Are you satisfied now?" Luo Ye grinned and said, "Now there are only two of us left."
Monica frowned, "It's like we're going to do something unspeakable."
"Isn't it?" Luo Ye squeezed towards Monica.
Monica used her arm to block Luo Ye's body, "Honestly, be careful that I get upset and level your Yin shop."
As he was talking, the crab walked in with gin and two wine glasses, and put the wine on the table respectfully. "Miss Monica, this is the gin you want. It is of Dutch origin and has the highest purity."
Monica squinted to see through the syrup, "This is not bad."
Crab breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you Miss Monica for your face." Gin is an incredible wine, and a woman who dares to drink gin must also be an incredible woman.
In this world, there are a total of eight kinds of strong liquor. If there is one that can drink dead people, it must be gin. The name gin is actually a homophonic name. Its official name is gin, which is the eight major spirits that are as famous as whiskey, brandy, vodka, rum, tequila, Chinese liquor, and Japanese sake. It is the strongest in strength. If you don't consider the taste and habits, Chinese liquor and Russian vodka are nothing at all in terms of strength.
There are many Chinese names for this kind of wine. It is called jinjiu in Hong Kong and gin in Taiwan, but it has a more popular name in the world: gin.
The pleasant aroma of gin mainly comes from juniper berries. After distillation, this medicinal material has a scent that makes the brain blood vessels jump. It is like the body scent between the legs of a virgin, which is more than exciting. Because the wine is too strong and has a strong fragrance, pure Dutch gin is only suitable for pure drinking, not suitable for the base wine of mixed wine. Of course, there are ingenious bartenders who inject gin into the cocktail, or even make a "depth bomb", mixing a small glass of gin with tequila or rum to increase the excitement, but it is only a glass Only, few guests order a bottle of gin and drink it empty.
After the crab put down the gin, he did not leave immediately. He wanted to remind him of the potency of this wine, but he felt that Monica and Luo Ye weren't the kind of people who had never drunk gin.
"Why are you still not leaving?" Monica asked impatiently.
"That..." Crab looked at Luo Ye and said wisely, "Brother Luo, it's about to open. Brothers would like to ask you to say something--"
Luo Ye grabbed the wine bottle and unscrewed the lid. The crab immediately smoked by the rich fragrance was a little unstable. Luo Ye poured a full glass for Monica. The glass for drinking gin was very small, only three fingers wide and one finger high, so it was filled quickly. "Isn't the leader taking office, what do you say? Didn't you see that I have important things?"
"Yes..." Crab pleaded.
Luo Ye filled himself with a glass again, "Well, let Ling Dingyi speak to you on my behalf. He is the leader and he is the best at speaking."
"Ling Dingyi?" Monica looked a little surprised, "Ling Yuanfeng's baby grandson?"
Luo Ye nodded, "Speaking of which you still have some relatives, his second uncle's wife is your relatives, he has to call you auntie? Or is it a sister-in-law?"
"Auntie." Crab corrected. "It should be called Auntie."
"How is it possible? You should be called Xiaomao?" Luo Ye said.
"The second uncle's wife is the second aunt, but the second aunt's sister should be called the auntie." Crab said confidently, "We have many relatives, and I have a say in this respect."
"It's really messy, or let's call Ling Dingyi over and see how he calls Monica—" Luo Ye suggested.
Monica has been disturbed by the singing and singing of the master and servant, "You two shut up to me. Although our Tang family and Ling family have such a relationship, they are no different from strangers. Don't give it to me on purpose. Embarrassed."
Luo Ye smiled, turned his head and said to the crab, "Let's let Ling Dingyi say something to you in place of me, and then let's open it. Be quiet, don't open it here for the time being, do you understand?"
Crab raised an eyebrow and said, "Understood, Brother Luo!" Although Luo Ye could not be there, it was an honor to have someone from Jinghua Ling's family speak instead. He bowed slightly, and then walked out of silence quickly.
"Nobody really bothers us now, his aunt—" Luo Ye said with a smirk.
"Hold on me sincerely, right?" Monica scowled, "Don't drink, I'll go now!" As she said, she stood up and wanted to go.
"Don't," Luo Ye grabbed Monica with a smiley face, "The wine is all on, so let's go after drinking."
If you finish drinking this bottle, no one will want to go out. Monica glared at him, "You pleaded guilty to do this cup, and I'll sit down."
Without saying a word, Luo Ye raised his glass neatly and drank it in one fell swoop. The spiciness of gin was like a flowing flame, instantly igniting every capillary in his. He pursed his mouth for a while, and when he opened it again, his mouth was full of sweet smell, which made Monica dizzy. Monica took the opportunity to sit down hurriedly.
"Monica, I need your help." Luo Ye's tone became more serious than ever. . . )