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"Hey, are you blind or illiterate? Don't you see the 'No Smoking' sign over there?"

The quartermaster in casual clothes looked at the young man who was slapping the table aggressively in front of him, with a cigar he rolled in his mouth, wondering how such a handsome and elegant man could speak so rudely.

Seeing that the stranger in front of him would only look at him stupidly, with a cigarette in his mouth, and he didn't intend to put it down at all, the bar owner suddenly became angry, grabbed the cigar from his mouth, and threw it into the In the wine glass with more than half a glass of vodka left in front of him, a small flame suddenly burst into the wine glass.

Seeing the fire, the blood on the bar owner's face faded instantly.

Fortunately, the alcohol in a glass of vodka didn't burn for long, and the flame in the glass flashed and then went out quickly.The blood on the bar owner's face also gradually turned back.

Seeing the quartermaster looking at him playfully, the bar owner forced his composure and added viciously: "Don't try to waste the money for the drinks!" in an attempt to save face.

"Hey, hey, how can you do business like this?" Someone beside him laughed, "Haven't you heard that the customer is God?"

"That's right, the customer is God," the bar owner smiled back and gave a sideways glance, "but I'm not a Christian."

The people on the side just laughed and fell down: "You are so fierce, who will come again in the future?"

"Haven't you ever heard of 'the more fierce the boss, the better the taste'?" The bar owner bent down after arriving at the bar counter, some tight trousers stretched out the round and full sexy curves of the buttocks, turning a deaf ear to the whistle, took out a key, and threw it to the bar The person who spoke to him before, "Go to your room!"

This place is not mainly for drinking, but for eating food?The quartermaster didn't have anything in his mouth, and he always felt as if he was naked on the street.Cigars that have been softened by vodka can no longer be smoked. The quartermaster took a look at the dark, unappetizing french fries, and mustered up the courage to pick one up and put it in his mouth. Tongue, I was in a hurry to spit it out as far as I could.

The person next to him laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up: "Are you new here? You can't eat the food here."

The quartermaster took several sips of water, and finally let the strange taste in his mouth go away.

The bar owner didn't notice anything wrong at all, turned his back to wash something in the store, and hummed a song in a good mood.The guests who came to open the room stretched out their salty pig hands to touch him from time to time, and the bar owner was just flirting, and he never refused.

It turns out that the bar is supplementary, and the love hotel behind the bar is the main one.The quartermaster wiped his face with a tissue, stared at the bar owner's wriggling ass, and realized that he had ordered the wrong dish.