The Road to Slaying God

A large group of beautiful girls is naturally impossible to eat with the shirtless men under the dew lights on the sidewalk. They have already booked a private room. When Zhang Yang walked into the private room, it was placed on a huge round table. Some special barbecues with the "Dongting Fisherman's House" are scorching hot.

In fact, barbecue is different from what people think of barbecue. An iron plate on a charcoal stove, the waiter will place grilled fish, lamb skewers and other things on the iron plate, and customers can eat according to their own food. Oil and seasonings, of course, the only fish that is not in charge of their own, are all prepared, not like barbecue, more like Sichuan hot pot, but the container is different.

The upper seat was reserved for Zhang Yang, and an extra seat was reserved. Obviously, it was reserved for Zhang Yang's friends.

As soon as Liu Biao walked in, I felt a glorious glare in the room ...

I rely! Beauty concentration camp? Where does Liu Biao know that every employee in the aristocratic city is carefully selected by Wang Yanqian, in order to give the aristocratic city a high-grade feel, and many guests who first spend in the aristocratic city will have a stunning feeling.

With a quick eyeball scan, among a dozen women, Liu Biao saw the cashier Xiaoqing sitting quietly in the corner.

"Sister, can I ask you a question?" Liu Biao walked to Xiao Qing's side and asked with a serious face.

"Ah ... uh ..." Xiaoqing looked at this rough and sturdy man with surprise, his small and exquisite body shrank.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No ..." Xiao Qing was blushing suddenly, and looked down shyly not to look at Liu Biao's hot eyes.

"Ah ... haha ​​... That's great, ***, finally I found a beautiful sister without a boyfriend, God has eyes ..." Liu Biao laughed suddenly, disregarding the people at the table. With a dull look, "beauty, please, can we change positions?"

"... but ... may ..."

The girl who was sitting next to Xiaoqing was stagnant, or she stood up and sat in Liu Biao's position, but Xiaoqing was restless, looking at the people around with a help expression, but unfortunately, all pretended to see it. Now, no one can help him, unless there is any reason to sit next to Liu Biao who is a big wolf.

"Be polite, all my colleagues." Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao.

"Huh, brother Yang, don't worry, I can't protect such a sister too much, and I won't bully her. You can rest assured a hundred, hehe ..."

"Well, let's eat." Zhang Yang glanced around with a smile, and nodded slightly.

"Zhang Yang, the sisters are very grateful to you, especially me. I have worked in the aristocratic city for more than a year, and my monthly salary is more than 10,000. However, I have never been able to contribute to the aristocratic city. I have always been confused. Although the lady has money, I don't care if I lose more than one million a month, but I feel uncomfortable ... Zhang Yang, I'll do it first ... "Liu An held up the beer mug, his eyes looked at Zhang Yang, and then he drank it all, and his cheeks suddenly Rendered pink.

"Thank you." Zhang Yang also drank. Zhang Yang didn't want to say anything. After all, this was a party, not work. If you were polite to each other, the wine would be boring.

Everyone seemed to be very interested. They took turns to show off, and Zhang Yang didn't refuse to come. For the beer thing, he wouldn't get drunk even if he brought ten or eight bottles, and even took time to look at Liu Biao.

"Little sister, what's your name? My name is Liu Biao, and they call me Brother Biao, but now I'm confused with Brother Yang, hehe ..."

"Yao Xiaoqing, Biao brother is good ..."

"Okay ... good name, come toast, toast for us ..."

"I can not drink."

"Who is born to drink? Look, aren't they all drinking? Beer, it's okay. Drinking a little can be beauty."

"Oh……"

"Haha, bold, I can't think Xiaoqing's sister was so drunk for the first time. Come, this person, it ’s a 500-year fate to cross the boat. Drinking together is really impossible to calculate. Come, for this is not the case. To know the fate of thousands of years and toast ... "

"I really can't drink it. I feel dizzy, just drink this cup."

...

"By the way, you can see that they all toasted the wine, you should also toast a glass, go and be brave ..."

"Huh ... it should be, Zhang Yang is so good, I want to toast ..." Xiao Qing stood up staggeringly.

"No need to stand up ..."

"Xiao Qing, your eyebrows really look good, crooked ..."

"Really, why don't I know?" Xiaoqing couldn't help touching her eyebrows, saying that she was much more beautiful, but praising her eyebrows Liu Biao was the first, which made Xiaoqing feel special.

...

After Zhang Yang and Xiaoqing drank a glass of wine, they couldn't help sighing. Don't look at Liu Biao who looks like a big old man. There is still a set of pick-ups, and they will catch the girl's psychology.

A group of girls rarely seem to indulge in carnivals like this, drinking one by one with glamorous eyes, and looking for various reasons to drink with each other. Perhaps, they also need to vent, and the aristocratic city has lost more than 20 million a year. The staff of the aristocratic city, their pressure even exceeds Wang Yan.

Now they can finally raise their eyebrows and exhale, and they can finally turn the aristocratic city back to profit.

This reason for drinking is enough.

"Liu An, I'll take you home, it won't work." Zhang Yang glanced at the dense wine bottles on the ground, feeling that his head was a little dizzy. Although his alcohol is OK, but rarely like this Intemperate drinking, coupled with a group of girls with high interest, taking turns to pour him, he is also a bit overwhelmed.

Of course, Zhang Yang wanted to leave early because there were too many girls. He and Liu Biao couldn't take care of them. Besides, Liu Biao was still a bitch.

"No, drink for a while ..." Liu An's eyes were like peach blossoms, "Zhang Yang, come, let's have another drink, this one is thank you for the lady ..."

"Well, don't drink this cup!" Zhang Yang stared at Liu An's eyes.

"Well ... Zhang Yang, I don't like to watch ... see ... you look now ..." Liu An was a bit incoherent.

"why?"

"Too ... too serious ... I like ... I like ..." Liu An couldn't help but leaned on Zhang's shoulder, and didn't know what to murmur in his mouth.

"Boss, pay." Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at a group of drunken girls on the table with a smile, it seems that they can no longer drink.

"I'll buy ... I'll ... our sister invited you ..."

Liu An heard the bill and woke up stupidly again. He took out his wallet from the bag and handed it to Zhang Yang. He leaned against Zhang Yang's body weakly. Zhang Yang felt that the soft body was close to him and felt that The warmth of the skin under thin clothes ...

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, and this meal actually drank more than two hours.

Fortunately, this place has good business, and there are many taxis. Four taxis were called to arrange more than ten people. Liu Biao was so tired that he couldn't look thin. The body is still dead.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, the most sober girl in the group was actually Xiao Qing. She and Liu Biao took a car to lead the way, and the taxi behind them followed closely.

A group of girls supported each other, and after Zhang Yang rushed forward, they managed to send them to the dormitory in the aristocratic city.

Said to be a dormitory, it is actually a four-bedroom and two-living house, plus a study room is five houses, the decoration is not bad, this should be bought by Wang Yan.

The girls almost fell asleep when they got into bed. Only Liu Biao and Xiaoqing were sitting on the sofa in the lobby and didn't know what to talk about. The TV was on ...

Zhang Yang closed the door gently and glanced at Liu Biao in the hall and walked to Liu An's room. Liu An was the foreman and lived alone in the study.

"Liu An, take a good rest. I'm leaving. This alarm clock has timed for you ..." Zhang Yang gently covered Liu An with a quilt, trying not to look at Liu An's bumpy body, a burning flame * * Burns inside the body.

"Zhang Yang, can you chat with me?" Liu An suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's too late ..." Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

"Just talk for a while, okay?" Liu An begged, and his body sat up.

"Well ... you lie down ..." Zhang Yang went to the bed and sat down, covering the quilt with Liu An again, covering the exquisite body.

"Are you really leaving?" Liu An blinked and looked at Zhang Yang, his face flushed.

"Yes."

"Zhang Yang, I don't have a boyfriend ..." Liu An closed his eyes shyly, his voice gasping.

"Liu An, I understand what you mean. I'm sorry, I have to go. Although I really want to stay, I still have important things. Besides, the relationship between men and women ..." Zhang Yang suddenly understood something.

(To be continued)