my beautiful president

The night is sensual, Yongming City, Purpledream purple dream bar, countless food-eating men and women who have nowhere to rest their hormones, swaying to their heart's content following the rhythm of the wild waves.

In the center of the dance floor, a group of scantily clad dancers showed off their curves without hesitation and swayed their graceful waists under the ambiguous lights that flickered on and off, attracting whistles from the audience from time to time.

Noisy, noisy, flashing neon lights, a sea of ​​wine and meat, drunken and rich...

A handsome young man in his early twenties wearing a white shirt and dressed as a waiter sat quietly in the corner of the bar, playing with a simple dice in his hand, looking a little out of place.

"Little handsome guy, mix a glass of wine for my sister, today my sister wants to taste the 'feeling of first love'."

"Are you sure? The price of first love is both beautiful and heartbreaking."

The young man's tone was calm, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the sexy girl with red wavy shawl hair and revealing clothes in front of him.

"What? Afraid that my sister can't afford the drink?"

The red-haired girl was slightly drunk, showing a captivating and charming smile: "It's okay to wrap you up tonight..."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from the limited-edition LV handbag, and pushed them in front of the young man: "The rest is your tip."

The young man glanced at the banknotes and said with a smile: "'The Feeling of First Love' 1888, you have 1000 yuan here, and if the rest is not enough, I will buy you."

After the young man finished speaking, he ignored the surprised eyes of the red-haired beauty, turned his right hand, and the dice spun on the smooth marble bar, and then began to mix the wine smoothly.

Cocktails of various colors were flying back and forth between his hands, sprinkled with dots of wine, and finally landed precisely in the goblet. The whole process was more like a rare visual feast.

When the quaint dice stopped spinning, the young man finished making the wine, and a glass of colorful and dreamy cocktail was presented in front of the redhead girl.

"This, is this the 'feeling of first love'? It's so beautiful!"

The girl looked at the glass of wine in front of her, which was as gorgeous as the starry sky and the sea, and the beauty that she had longed for countless times flashed in her eyes.

"It's not right now...it will be when you finish drinking." The young man replied flatly.

The red-haired girl picked up the colorful wine glass, took a small sip, closed her eyes and thought about it slowly, with a happy and sweet smile on her face.

Immediately after taking the second sip, the wine in the glass had turned as bright red as blood. The girl frowned slightly, but continued to drink uncontrollably.

Until the wine in the glass turned as black as ink, the girl in red drank it all down, and then lay down on the bar counter and cried bitterly.

"What do you feel?"

"It's sweet first, then the indescribable taste of ups and downs, and finally bitterness, but I still want to find the sweetness and beauty in the bitterness. Maybe this is the feeling of first love..."

"Can you make me another glass? I can pay double the money." The makeup on the girl's face was a little teary, but she really showed her true feelings.

When the young people at the beginning of the period said that a glass of wine was 1888, they thought it was too expensive, but now they have raised the price on their own initiative.

"Some memories are beautiful only if you taste them lightly. If you are too persistent, it will be boring. This cup is for you..."

As the young man said, he pushed a small glass of ice blue cocktail that had just been mixed in front of the girl in red.

"What's the name of this drink?"

"hope……"

The red-haired girl looked at the ice-blue liquid in the glass, her eyes shone with hope...

The young man's eyes moved to the dots on the dice.

"Sure enough, it's 3 o'clock again." The young man whispered, shook his head, put away the dice and turned to leave the bar.

"Who is that person? The wine I made just now is too beautiful, I wouldn't even be willing to drink it." A fan girl exclaimed.

"He is Xiao Yi, the soul bartender of Purple Dream. I heard that he only mixes three glasses of wine a day at most, and only for those who are destined. How many rich women and beauties are holding bundles of money, wanting to ask for a glass but can't..."

"Since he came, the previously depressed Dream Bar has revived again. Many beauties are rushing to him. When there are more beauties, there will be more customers. Now Purple Dream is the hottest bar in this area. Bar."

"Yeah, I heard that a young lady from a large group once offered 1000 million to hire him for a week, but she was rejected on the spot by this guy in a high-profile way, and there was a lot of trouble later because of this matter."

……

"Is there such a personality? I want to get to know Xiao Yi, um, I remember."

By the window, a slender woman wearing a large khaki fisherman hat, which almost covered her entire face, pushed the black glasses frame without lenses, stared at Xiao Yi's leaving figure, and showed an elusive smile .

In the changing room behind the bar, Xiao Yi took off his work clothes and put on his own black T-shirt and jeans. He changed from a mysterious bartender to a sunny boy in an instant.

"Xiao Yi, are you done with your work? Thanks to you during this time, the bar can be brought back to life. Three days later, we will celebrate the third anniversary of Purple Dream. You must bring your friends with you."

"Sister Jing, you are too polite. I just went to work and did what I should do."

Sister Jing's name is Shen Jing, 28 years old, beautiful and dignified, with elegant demeanor, she is the proprietress of Purple Dream Bar.

As for who the boss is, Shen Jing never mentioned it, and Xiao Yi didn't ask either.

Shen Jing is very fond of Xiao Yi, and the salary is naturally the highest in the whole bar. He has achieved such treatment in just one month, which makes many people jealous.

More and more colleagues secretly spread the rumor that Xiao Yi relied on his pretty face to get his job. Xiao Yi was indifferent to this, as long as he didn't say it in front of his face, that his mouth was on someone else's face, then let him go.

After Xiao Yi changed his clothes and tidied up, he was about to go out when a commotion in the bar stopped him in his tracks.

"Slap!" With a loud slap, a girl who was about eighteen or nineteen years old was knocked to the ground, covering her face and crying, as if she was scared out of her wits.

"Sexy bitch! Isn't it just for selling when you come out to drink with me! What kind of innocence are you pretending to be with me! Damn, I dare to spoil my interest, isn't it embarrassing for you!"

The yelling man had a scar on his forehead slanting towards the corner of his right eye. He was bald and looked very vicious.

Seeing this, Shen Jing frowned, and muttered in a low voice, "Why is he here?" Then he quickly walked up to him.

"Hey, Brother Qiang, why didn't you notify me when you came, this kid just came here and didn't know how to behave, I'll pick you a sensible person to accompany you right away."

"You don't have to be ignorant of the rules when you just come here? Do you still have to pick the guests for the drinks here? To tell you the truth, if you don't serve me comfortably today, this matter will never end!"

The more Brother Qiang talked, the more angry he got, he picked up half a bottle of beer and smashed it to pieces with a bang, scaring the people around him to hide for a long time.

The music also stopped abruptly, and some timid guests left the bar one after another.

"Who is this person? Why is he so arrogant?"

"Hush! Keep your voice down! This man is called Zhang Qiang. He is a well-known bastard in this area. I heard that he is carrying his life on his back!"

"Did you see the scar on his forehead? I heard that he chased a dozen people and beat him during a turf fight, and he was chopped off!"

"The emperor's bar diagonally opposite is covered by this Zhang Qiang. I guess this time he deliberately asked for trouble."

Everyone's comments fell into Xiao Yi's ears verbatim.

Smiling helplessly and shaking his head, the palm of his right hand was facing down, and he unfolded it gently, and the simple dice spun in the air.

And picked up the phone with his left hand and dialed a series of numbers: "Luoluo, watch over there for a while, I have to deal with a little trouble, and I have to delay for a few minutes..."