Like Lao Mo, I will not trust anyone easily. This is what Lao Mo taught me, and it is also because I have made too much trust but I am treated as a chess piece. The high-level opponent has allowed my mind to upgrade at a speed like a plug-in. I will not be heart-warming about Sima Yang, at least I can't do it now, but I believe in my eyes and judgment. Sima Yang, no matter how complicated it is, is at least a person who speaks promises and kindness as the moral bottom line. For me, this is enough.

I need a role like Sima Yang, and I really need it...

I secretly glanced at the tightly held my hand, but there was no timidity on my face, and even a little sweet tassel was hanging. I thought to myself: This wise girl should be able to control a senior working man like Sima Yang...

The second floor of the bar, a relatively unnoisy but can fully see the hustle and bustle downstairs. Fatty Zhang, in casual clothes, stood up with a smile, but only Zhang Mingjie came out of the seat. Although it was a small detail that was not very noticeable, I finally knew why this fat man fought with Lao Mo for most of his life, and never lost, but he could not win a move. The cautious Fatty Zhang seemed easy-going and easy-going, but he had a very stubborn sense of honor for his status and identity, just like a clear and clear attitude.

A clear and profound line, he never overtakes the line like the strong Lao Mo, but he will never easily abandon his dignity to anyone in order to achieve a certain purpose, even if a little person like me is humble, he will be kind to me, no matter who stands behind me or no one. This is his hypocrisy, but unless I climb to his height, he will still look down on me. In his eyes, I am at most a little bit of a woman, who can speak sweet words and quarrel.

To put it bluntly, it is the principle. Lao Zhang has principles than Lao Mo. The principle itself is a strict requirement and constraint on all aspects of himself. People who can extend the principle to the extreme will basically not make mistakes. Therefore, Lao Mo can never resist the tension, but there are advantages and disadvantages. Too many requirements and constraints will undoubtedly become a kind of constraint. The creativity of the Tianma Xingxing Antelope hanging on the horn is mostly the product of adventure, so it will never stand up and take risks and do not have the courage to stand up and take risks. It is impossible to win the Mo Yizhi who claims to be "using any means".

Mrs. Duanmu is right, Mo Zhang complements each other, although the two people only acknowledge the "demonic obstacles" and do not acknowledge Mo Zhang...

After seeing that I was not alone and my female companion had only tassels, Zhang Li's smile like Maitreya Buddha suddenly became stiff and was captured by me who had been paying attention to and waiting for his reaction. Sure enough, Zhang Li, who was cautious by nature, was very sensitive to this.

Being cautious means being suspicious.

Sima Yang is also a little clever guy. He pretends to be confused with me with understanding. Since I have captured Gong Fanlin, I must have known what I should know. No matter how stupid my buddy is, I can't be careful when I go to the date of Mr. Zhang, right? So when I saw that the woman beside me was Liusu, not Dong Xiaoye, who was more fierce than the man, this guy who joked about being a sheep knew that Zhang Li didn't dare to be tough with me. He knew that I would definitely be able to walk out as much as I came in, because I was not sure if there was a tigress eyeing him in a corner... The only thing Sima Yang was curious about was how big a piece of meat would be torn off from Mr. Zhang.

Of course, the Zhang family and the two of them would not ask stupidly, 'Why didn't Miss Dong come?'. There was tape on the bridge of their noses and their bruised lips. Zhang Mingjie warmly welcomed us to sit down. I wonder if it was because of the loss of teeth and not being repaired, so he almost didn't speak. The opening remark was said by Zhang Li, "Xiao Chu, what should I drink?" As if I guessed my answer, he added before I spoke, "Come to the bar, don't say drinks, right?"

Zhang Li's carefulness has reached an outrageous level. When he was waiting for me, he did not call for alcohol. He should be afraid that I would suspect that he had drugged it. He did not sit against the wall, but left the position with a strong sense of security to me and Liusu... I personally think he was too careful, and he was already suspected of "no silver here for three hundred taels" - I didn't prepare anyone, I tied my penis and I ambushed me. Are you as for such a "clear conscience"? If you really have to have a clear conscience, why do you choose two corners against the wall and one hanging on the air? Where can I run to you?

"I really dare not drink. Look at my head, I'm a lesson from the past." If I point my fingers and don't look closely, I will be mistaken for a bandage with a fashionable headband, and I will curse people without spitting dirty words, and sit down openly.

The bandage is the most skillful fairy wrapped around the hands. For this reason, Dongfang specially made a hairstyle for me, turning the broken hair into an upright vertical hair. Chu Yuan was responsible for choosing this set of casual clothes that were more casual but not as good as tassels based on the hairstyle and the "headband"...

"Then don't drink strong wine, can it be red?" Zhang Li insisted on himself: "I heard from the manager here that their little boss, who was not in the eyes of the dragon, captured three bottles of 1990 Burgundy red wine from Rome Conte Winery from Hong Kong last month. One of them was stored in the wine cellar under the bar. I don't know if I'm willing to give up. Haha, Yoko, go and ask Manager Ma."

I don't need to ask, no one will mind you being a sucker... I sneered in my heart, but the guest sitting behind Zhang Li, who was also leaning against the railing, humming impolitely, as if he was disdainful of Zhang Li's money or being artificial. However, the two tables were far apart, and he didn't speak loudly and did not face us. If it weren't for the fact that there were only two of us in the aisle, even if I noticed me, I would have doubted whether he was mocking Zhang Li.

That guy is about the same size as me, looks like me, has no style, will be picked up in the group of handsome guys, and feels a bit awkward in the face of the public, and feels a bit of abusive. His body is similar to me, and he is thin and has a temperament like me. He is the type that cannot be said to be gentle or feminine... It can be said that he is like me, and there is no point worthy of attention or surprise, so I am surprised. My buddy has never seen a man who looks so much like me. He seems to be only older than me, and he looks twenty-seven or eight years old, and he looks like thirty-one or two. The maturity between his eyebrows is something I don't have...

He was the only one on the table, but there were at least twenty empty beer bottles. So when I passed there, I took a look at it, wondering if he was the helper brought by Zhang Li from Lin Yunan's gangster father. Now he looked at it, it didn't look like...

Looking at him, I suddenly realized how Sima Yang felt when he looked at me... A wolf in sheep's clothing cannot be easily controlled by anyone.

The man was so fair and slender that he seemed to be playing the piano holding half a bottle of beer. He didn't sit, but lazily lying on the railing with his butt sticking out, looking at the crowd dancing below, including those who were pleasing to the eye with thin waists, round buttocks, plump breasts. However, this brother had low eyelids and scattered eyes without focus, but not drunkenness, but a kind of boredom, boredom, the bottle swayed at his fingertips. He never looked at us from beginning to end, but strangely, even if I stared at him like this, I still felt like he was observing...

Yes, it's observation, not voyeurism.
Chapter completed!