Throw down the billionaire CEO: Mommy is too arrogant

After leaving her best friend's house, the palace lord wandered aimlessly in the street, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the words "custom made" when she looked up, and followed a middle-aged man into it in a strange way.

As soon as she walked into the bar, the waiter was surprised. She didn't understand how a poor man like her knew this middle-aged rich man.

The Palace Master chose to ignore the waiter's gaze.

He went straight to the bar and asked for half a dozen beers, then found a corner to sit down, drinking one glass after another, the scenes in his head were lingering.

The night gradually deepened, and it was early morning in a blink of an eye.

Although this high-end bar is open all night, the Palace Master has never been home so late, let alone staying overnight, and his parents will be worried if he doesn't go back.

Looking at the five empty beer bottles lying crookedly on the table, the Palace Master picked up the only unopened bottle of beer and stood up, walking slowly towards the bar.

"Bill, please."

"Hello, the total is 3000 yuan." The waiter smiled politely, but it was very dazzling in the eyes of the palace lord.

Three thousand, is she hallucinating?Half a dozen beers actually sold for 3000 yuan.

Is this a bar or a bandit's den? If you give her 3000 yuan, she can buy them many cases of beer and come back.

Thinking about it, the palace lord flipped through her pockets, and there was 100 yuan lying quietly in it, and the coins that had been saved for a year smashed the couple again, let alone 500 yuan, even [-] yuan, she couldn't get it out .

How to do it?

Depressed, he pursed his mouth and looked down at the only bottle of beer left in his hand. The wine here is so expensive, returning this bottle of wine should save 500 yuan.

Gritting her teeth, the palace lord kept a calm smile on his face, picked up the beer in his hand and shook it: "This bottle of beer..."

"Sorry, our bar doesn't have a rule of withdrawing alcohol, but you can take it home."

Before the palace lord could finish speaking, the waiter cut off the words and looked her up and down with a contemptuous expression.

When he came in just now, he was thinking, maybe this woman has no money to pay the bill, it seems that he really guessed it.

"Miss, if you really can't pay for the drinks, then we can only..."

The waiter dragged his voice for a long time, and looked up and down at the Palace Mistress.

They not only welcome guests here, but also welcome high-quality sources of goods, not to mention that their young master also likes all kinds of beauties.

Looking at the woman in front of her, although her appearance is ordinary, she has a trace of innocence. She looks like a student, just in line with the tastes of those rich and powerful.

"Who says you can't pay..." Before the words were finished, the Palace Mistress felt a strange gaze sizing her up.

Turning his head to look at the owner, he turned out to be a man in his 30s, with average looks, but there was a trace of wretchedness in his eyes: "How do you sell it?"

The Palace Mistress was slightly startled, seeing the way he looked at her, she also understood what he meant, but she was short of money for drinks now, so she had to find someone to pay the bill.

I'm sorry, Uncle Weird, who told you to come to your door automatically at this time.

She curled her lips slightly, and smiled softly and harmlessly: "I'm afraid it will scare you to death if I say it."

"Oh?" The man smiled jokingly, waiting for the woman's so-called high price. He still didn't believe that the woman could offer such a huge price.

"Ten thousand." The simple and neat two words almost surprised the wretched man and the waiter.

Not to mention that touching a celebrity's hand costs hundreds of thousands of dollars, even if an ordinary woman comes here, the price will be hundreds or thousands of times higher. Is she sure this is what she said is the shocking sky-high price?

Or was there something wrong with their thinking patterns, and they didn't understand her correctly?

Seeing that the man didn't respond, the palace lord regretted it a little. Could it be that she asked too high a price, so she scared the wretched man in front of her to the ground?

But the beer here can be sold at such a sky-high price, can she not compare to beer when she is alive?

Wei Wei felt a little depressed, and was thinking about letting go and lowering the price a bit, but that wretched man suddenly and readily responded: "Deal."

The palace lord was slightly startled, but saw the wretched man wink at the waiter, and the waiter changed his contemptuous expression to a smirking face, took out 7000 yuan in cash from the counter and handed it to the palace lord.

Since he is the young master's favorite person, he naturally has to keep a smile on his face, otherwise, if this woman blows the pillow in the young master's ear, then his golden job will be lost.

The palace lord hadn't recovered from the sudden change, she looked dully at the smiling waiter, and then at the stack of money, only then realized that the price she offered was...too low, I should have known Just knock this wretched man a little more.

The palace lord felt extremely remorseful, but it's a pity that there is no medicine for regret in the world.

Taking the money handed over by the waiter with stiff hands, the palace lord still kept his trademark smile on his face.

Turning to look at the wretched man, he looked at her as if looking at a table of delicious food, and smiled even more wretchedly.

The corner of the palace master's mouth twitched slightly, and he silently drew the escape route in his heart. He stuffed the beer into the wretched man's arms with both hands, raised a smile that he thought was perfect, and said, "Uncle, congratulations, This bottle of beer is yours."

After finishing speaking, the wretched man and the waiter were taken aback for a moment, and by the time they recalled what the palace lord said, she had already run away.

The wretched man looked at the back of the woman running away, and his veins throbbed with anger. This woman dared to deceive him.

Turning to look at the waiter on the bar, he secretly gave a thumbs up, and the wretched man's expression became even uglier.

A slap was slapped on the bar counter heavily, with a black face, he said word by word: "Catch, hold, her."

The waiter had obviously never seen such a temper tantrum from a man, and was so frightened that he quickly picked up the walkie-talkie under the bar and repeated the order of the wretched man.

The palace lord just ran to the entrance of the bar, thinking that she had successfully escaped from danger, but who knew that before she stepped out of the gate of the bar, the gate was blocked by several men in black who suddenly appeared, and it was difficult for her to spread her wings. fly.

Looking at the situation at the gate of the bar, the palace lord took a step back slightly, holding his clothes tightly with both hands due to guilt.

Just now she thought that wretched man was just an ordinary rich second generation, but she didn't expect that he brought so many thugs, can you let her cry for a while?

No matter how guilty she was, the palace lord's face did not change at all. Even if she was terrified to death now, she would never show it on her face.

Letting go of the hand that was gripping the clothes tightly, the Palace Mistress turned around gracefully, looked at the wretched man who was approaching, and then at the crowd around her, shouting for help in her heart.

But the people around didn't seem to notice her, they were still drinking and dancing.

Seeing the wretched man getting closer, the Palace Mistress quickly scanned the crowd, and a man in a neat suit broke into her sight.

The man's back was facing her, he was tall and straight, with a straight suit, but he was so conspicuous in the crowd, just looking at his back gave people a condescending sense of oppression.