Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

The waiter pushed a small trolley into the box.

There is an ice sculpture half a person's height on the cart, and the rotating multi-colored lights on the ceiling shine on the transparent ice sculpture, which is really beautiful.

The ice sculptures are very large, carved with different kinds of flowers, very delicate and beautiful.

The interior is hollow and filled with alcohol, and there is more than one kind, seven different colors of foreign wine are poured into each part of the ice sculpture.

Outside the ice sculptures are all kinds of cut fruits, which are assembled into petals and decorated.

In addition, the metal base still exudes a trace of mist, and the lingering white mist sets off the beauty of the ice sculpture, giving it a sense of immortality and elegance.

"This is the treasure of our store, it's called looking at flowers in the fog"

The boss introduced this to Bassoon.

He spoke Siamese, which Mo Qing and others could not understand.

Zhang Yiming looked at the ice sculpture of the cart, and said, "This thing is not cheap at first glance!"

Zhang Cheng came over, "It's really not cheap, the unit price is 48."

"Wori, is it so scary?"

Zhang Yiming's jaw almost dropped from shock, "It's just a few pieces of ice, wine, and at most some fruit, which costs 48 yuan? Is it so strange to grab money now?"

"You misunderstood, 48 is not US dollars"

"what is that?"

“National currency baht of course”

"Oh, how much is 48 baht?"

"It seems to be about fourteen thousand"

"..."

Zhang Yiming's expression was complicated. A rich man is indeed a rich man.

"Old Mo, you really only realize how poor you are after you come out and experience it. The gap is really huge!"

Mo Qing smiled wryly: "Yes, the gap is huge!"

Fourteen thousand dollars is nothing to Ba Song or the bar owner, but to the two of them, it is almost a year's salary.

The pocket money that people throw away is the wages you need to work hard for a year.

Seeing this, Mo Qing suddenly thought of Ye Yuan, that arrogant rich second generation, if it wasn't for the shipwreck, he and he would never have crossed paths in this life.

Even so, if it wasn't for the shipwreck, I would not have had any contact with Han Ling. She is still her boss, and she is still her subordinate.

That's it.

The drama of rich daughters loving poor boys only exists in fairy tales, and such fairy tales are generally used to deceive children.

And the truth is, the two can never be intertwined.

The bar owner had already introduced the ice sculptures to Bassong, and then he invited everyone to break the ice.

The way to eat "seeing flowers in the fog" is to use an ice pick or hammer to break the ice cubes, so that the wine inside can be mixed together and flow to the tray at the bottom.

"Come on, Brother Mo, Brother Yiming, come and break ice together"

Bassong greeted the two of them.

"coming"

The waiter handed each of them a hammer.

"I'll count to three, and then smash them together." Ba Song excitedly held the hammer, "One, two, three"

Several people raised the hammers in their hands and struck the ice cubes. Large pieces of ice fell on the tray, and the metal plate made a dull sound.

A group of women next to them either took pictures or booed and yelled.

The wine filled with ice cubes flowed down, and seven different colors of wine were mixed together. There was an elegant fragrance of wine, and just smelling it made people feel a little drunk.

As the ice shattered, the women happily walked up and surrounded a few men. They were crowded together, skin to skin, and the tip of their noses could clearly smell the fragrance of the women around them, which was very strong.

This is the real tender land.

The waiter took the cup and filled the wine for everyone.

Everyone toasted and drank.

The atmosphere was once again pushed to a climax.

This time, Han Ling, Lin Yuyan, and Supasha also joined in.

While everyone was drunk, Basong suddenly took out a handful of banknotes and threw them towards the sky.

Attracted countless people scrambling to snatch it.

This is the real luxury.

Mo Qing sat down on the sofa, rubbing his face with his hands, a large amount of alcohol was absorbed in his stomach, making his cheeks flush.

Han Ling leaned her head on his shoulder, and she also drank a lot.

There was singing in the box, and the music was very loud.

"Mo Qing"

Han Ling leaned against his ear and called.

"I am here"

"I want to take you to meet my parents when I return to China"

"Okay, see you when you go back, and I will take you to meet my parents, they will definitely like you very much"

Han Ling was stunned for a while, then nodded, "Well, I'll see you when I get back, Mo Qing, do you think the marriage of the two needs the blessing of their parents?"

"need"

"Why? Wouldn't a marriage be complete without their blessing? Isn't it called a marriage?"

The more Han Ling spoke, the angrier he became, and his voice became louder.

"Marriage is never about two people, it's about two families forming a new family"

Mo Qing hugged Han Ling's body, "A marriage without the blessing of parents is also called marriage, but it is always lacking. Parents, wives and children, this is called home."

"Um"

Han Ling shrank back and leaned his head on Mo Qing's chest, "Whether you have blessings or not, I will not marry you in this life."

She didn't speak very loudly, the loud music drowning out the words.

Mo Qing didn't hear it. The alcohol got on his head and his eyelids gradually became heavy. He just hugged Han Ling and fell asleep on the sofa.

In the corner, Supasha watched all this, her eyes were full of envy.

As time went by, more and more people were drunk to the ground.

The noisy people in the box gradually quieted down, some left, and some fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Zhang Yiming got up from the ground sleepily, his stomach was distended and uncomfortable, and he needed to drain water.

Get up, walk to the toilet door of the box, and find that someone is using it.

Helpless, he had no choice but to leave the box and go to the toilet outside.

Passing through the corridor, there are still many people in the bar lobby, the DJ is still playing discs, and there are people dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

There are a total of three public toilets in the bar, and the traffic here is huge every night. If there are fewer toilets, it is hard to say whether those drunk guys will perform directly in the lobby.

Zhang Yiming leaned on the wall and walked unsteadily into a toilet. There was no one there. He walked to the urinal and started to drain the water.

After a while, he shook his body and was about to wash his hands when suddenly, a smell floated into his nose.

If the smell of this toilet is really bad, he wouldn't care if it was a normal smell. The key point is that it smells like blood.

Could it be that someone came to the men's room to be an aunt?
This is obviously impossible. The greatest probability is that someone has hemorrhoids and blood.

Out of kindness, Zhang Yiming shouted: "Anyone need help? Can I buy you a plug?"

No one answered.

Zhang Yiming guessed that the man who might be bleeding should have already left, so he didn't mind his own business. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The next second, he was hit on the back of the head by a stick, and fell to the ground unconscious.