The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao doesn't like being interrupted when talking about things.

He frowned, turned his head slightly, glanced at a girl who was walking by, and tapped his fingers on the table, "Get lost."

The sound is very light, but with no doubt.

Brother Xiao Ma hurriedly winked at the other party, waved his hand, and signaled the other party to leave quickly.

The girl seemed to think that she had heard it wrong, but then her face became very ugly, her lips were pouted angrily, she turned around and left with a dark face, but she was smart and didn't say anything harsh, after all, the other party was also herself This kind of starlet can't be messed with.

Jin Shanxian stopped and looked at the girl who left.

"Did she fail?"

That's a person with the same high vision as her, and to a certain extent, the two people's temperaments are two extreme temperaments. Logically speaking, no man should refuse the invitation of a beautiful woman so straightforwardly.

Tang Dao raised his wine glass, took a sip, and snorted coldly, "The coquettish bastard."

Brother Xiao Ma's face was stiff, "Boss... you are too direct."

"You are in the rivers and lakes, don't be too obsessed with something. It is too difficult for us to retreat, but what we want is too simple. Isn't that what women are?" Tang Dao said with a smile, and put the rest of the red wine back on the table. It's too bitter, he doesn't like it, put his hands on the table, raised his head, "Relax, just to let the body moan, if you want to sleep with her, then call her back."

Discourse without three views is full of moral corruption!

But in Brother Xiaoma's ears, every word seems like a mantra.

He lowered his head, but he thought of the senior who brought him into the circle at the beginning, "In our line of work, it is impossible to wash your hands in a golden basin. How can there be any morals in the world? But the world is the world, when can we die comfortably?" Point, maybe willingly."

Perhaps, this is one of the reasons why the boss is constantly trying to expand his influence.

Jin Shanxian is in a dilemma now, she feels that the temper of the man in front of her is not very good, but she is a bit reluctant to waste the opportunity like this now, showing embarrassment, but at this moment, a pair of hands went around her waist from behind, Suddenly, the startled Jin Shanxian screamed and jumped to the side like a frightened little rabbit, but accidentally spilled some of the red wine in his hand.

Kim Sun Hyun, who was stepping on high heels, had a hard time standing still.

Only then did she clearly see a man in his early 170s standing in front of him, wearing a small gray shirt with a neckline pinned down. He rubbed his fingers a little, put it in his mouth and accepted it, with a comfortable taste on his face.

"Miss Shanxian, your red wine is also different from others."

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, Mr. An Junki." Jin Shanxian hurriedly stretched out his hand to dry the other party, but who knew that the first time he reached out, the former grabbed his wrist, put it under his nose and sniffed deeply, The intoxicated look on his face made people feel cold, Jin Shanxian struggled a few times, but he didn't struggle away, instead he was pulled closer and closer by the other party.

Some people saw this scene, and of course some people wanted to stand up, but they were held back by their friends and whispered a few words in their ears, those who wanted to act bravely sat down resentfully, It's just that the eyes are helpless.

Jin Shanxian smelled the alcohol on the other party's body, which was very big and strong.

Obviously drunk.

"Miss Shanxian, I have liquor that has been preserved for many years at home, do you want to try it?" An Junji's smile was a little wretched, and he spoke with color, greedily smelling the other person's body fragrance, and was about to give it a try. Sticking out his tongue, Jin Shanxian shuddered all over, and he didn't know where the courage came from.

Snapped!

A slap hit the opponent directly in the face.

Covering the sore left cheek, An Junji was startled, but then became angry. He couldn't speak Korean. Of course, he had studied a little bit in order to come to Asia for work. He could speak eight languages, but not including Goryeo.

Tang Dao pointed at the cheese on the trouser leg, and tapped lightly with his finger.

"Kneel down and lick the food clean."

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Elegy

The strongest arms dealer