Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

Unexpectedly, just as Feng Ming was about to hand over the card, the kid beside him took out the card first:

I'm a treat, brother swipe my card!

puff~

The bartenders were all amused.

How could Feng Ming be happy:

Hey, boy, who cares about your invitation?

I am a dignified adult, do you need a treat from your little kid?

How embarrassing?

However, the kid was very determined, snatched the card from Feng Ming's hand, handed over his own card again, and said to the bartender:

Brother, hurry up!

What can a bartender do?

I can only accept the card and swipe it.

Children do not forget to remind:

Brother, if you don't have a password, just swipe it.

Feng Ming's face was almost wrinkled into a cucumber.

After the child received the card, he started to drink Wangzai, took a few sips, um, it's really delicious!

There were only a few bottles per plate, and the children proudly took out their bank cards:

Brother, give me two more boards of porridge, oh no, ten boards.

If you can't finish it, you can take it home to drink!

That is, children may not know that a board of Wangzai in the clubhouse costs 45 yuan, while in the supermarket outside, a board only costs about 10 yuan.

sweat.

The customers all spoke, and the bartender couldn't refuse, so he took out another ten boards of Wangzai from the cabinet.

The child looked around with a pair of eyeballs, and finally saw that there was an empty space:

Feng Ming, let's go there, there is a sofa over there!

The stool I'm sitting on now is too hard, it hurts my buttocks.

Feng Ming glanced sideways, very speechless:

You kid, you're quite good at it. You know you want a booth at such a young age?

That booth should be the biggest one downstairs, so there is no one there. After all, the price must be expensive.

Of course, for the two of them, it was nothing.

Okay, let's go.

Just as the two were about to go there, they were stopped by the bartender again.

Sir, young master, do you want to book a booth?

Yes, you have to swipe your card first.

Feng Ming's card was still in the child's hand, and he poked that soft little face a few times:

Boy, give him my brother's card.

The kid said oh, and then slapped the two cards in his hand on the bar counter, Feng Ming didn't pay attention.

When the two arrived at the booth, sure enough, the location was perfect!

Some waiters also helped to bring the ten-ban Wangzai that the children had bought with pride and piled them on the table.

The child nestled comfortably on the sofa, while drinking Wangzai, looking around with sparkling eyes.

As for Feng Ming, he couldn't bear it any longer:

Boy, you just play here, brother is going to dance for a while.

All right.

Don't run around, you will be sold by traffickers to pick up garbage.

Hmph, who is being stupid?

Has it been taught in kindergarten?

Afterwards, Feng Ming went to the dance floor, but he didn't dare to stay too far away, it was not far from the booth, and he could see this side anytime.

The children nestled comfortably for a while, and lay down for a while

In the end, maybe the kids didn’t even notice, they clicked on the ordering system at some point, and ordered a hundred bottles of ace of spades and a hundred firework tubes generously.

Until the exclusive music of Ace of Spades sounded in the bar, Feng Ming on the dance floor didn't know anything, and danced to his heart's content.

A bottle of Ace of Spades is big enough, let alone a hundred bottles, that battle is big enough.

Dozens of beauties in cropped T-shirts and lace trousers were holding wine, and some were holding exclusive lights for the Ace of Spades, which surrounded the booth several layers.

The kid on the sofa was a little dazed at the beginning, but after that, he continued to drink his Wangzai and looked at these beautiful sisters with a smile.

At this moment, there were a few bangs, and colorful ribbons all over the sky floated down from the ceiling.

The kid opened his mouth, stopped drinking Wangzai, and clapped his hands happily:

Looking good, fun, come again~

Author os: Porridge, your mother hasn't hit you for three days!