my sister is a supermodel

Roca said in a cheerful voice.

"Stop saying hello in such a scumbag tone, okay? I want to hang up when I hear that."

Ms Keira Knightley said bluntly.

Roca scratched his head, and it turned out to be a rose with thorns, and it would not leave any room for it.

"Okay, dear Kayla, may I ask what prompted you to think of my old friend who you haven't contacted for hundreds of years in the midst of your busy schedule, and to take the initiative to call me? Whatever it is, please tell me, because I am very Excited!"

"Hundreds of years? Well, I'm calling to ask you, do you need to change the cemetery?"

"Haha~ Kayla, I didn't expect you to be cold and humorous. I'm finding more and more that you are a treasure girl. My answer to your question is, yes, it's best to switch to your side, is that okay?"

Roca smiled.

"Hehe~ Do you want to come over? Okay, I'm at the 606 club bar in West Region Park, Chelsea, not far from your crew, come over and I'll treat you to a drink."

"You buy me a drink?"

Roca was secretly surprised. This girl had been on guard against him from the very beginning, and she was strictly guarded against her. How could she suddenly take the initiative to invite her today, and she even found out the location of his crew in advance? There must be something wrong with it.

"Is Roca coming? Come quickly if you want to come, don't wait when it's too late!"

"Wait, how many people? Is Jamie there?"

"Just me, uh~"

Kayla hiccups and hangs up.

"Just her? Do you want to go there? Will there be a trap? Immortal jumping? Swindle money and sex?"

Roca thought a lot, and finally left the bathtub. Keira's voice was a little dull. It must have been something unpleasant. As a friend, it's time to stand up and solve problems for your friend.

He called Tony to prepare the car, wiped his hair with a bath towel, his muscular body, long legs, combed a delicate hairstyle in front of the mirror, and put on a British-style dark trench coat, round top Peaked cap, coupled with watch, light Hugo perfume.

In the twilight, he quietly walked out of the hotel.

reading room

419. We broke up

The 606 Club is located on the West Bank of the River Thames in Chelsea's East End, a dilapidated tavern that looks like a dump.

At first, it was a Protestant church in the middle ages. It was bombed to pieces during World War II. After the war, it was left as a memorial hall. Later, it felt that it had no commemorative significance, and it was sold as a club.

From the outside, it looks like a pile of ruins, but when you go inside, it turns out to be just as rotten. It is said that the pile of broken bricks and tiles in the corner of the door, what it looked like during World War II, and what it looks like now. After half a century, no one has touched it. .

Roca wanted to kick him, but he was worried that he would be disqualified, so he endured it and still didn't move his foot.

Walked through a dark and deserted passage, and walked into the bar.

The light inside is also dim, only the stage in the middle is brightly lit.

There is an underground band on the stage, seven or eight people, playing saxophone, long horn, French horn, violin, and drum kit. A black female singer is standing in front, singing Whitney Houston's "When You Believe", the voice Hoarse and loud, with a heavy nasal voice.

There are more than a dozen round tables around the stage, and dozens of people are sitting there. Everyone is holding wine glasses and enjoying the music. The atmosphere is very lively.

Rocca pinched the brim of his hat and saluted passers-by with aristocratic etiquette. When he walked into the bar, he scanned around, but he didn't see any single women, nor did he see a lady who seemed to be Kelly Knightley.

He turned black, and had a bad premonition in his heart. He might be tricked by that woman. The woman used fish to catch the cat. Once the cat smelled fishy, ​​there was no way it wouldn't be fooled.

Forget it, when it comes, it's safe.

He walked to the bar and knocked on the solid wood counter, "A glass of Ballindalloch!" This is a high-strength whiskey, one of his favorite whiskeys.

"no!"

said the waiter.

"No? What's on the wine rack? Wait ma'am, can you turn your face around?"

Roca suddenly felt that the other party's voice was familiar. He looked at the other party's figure up and down. He was around 170, slender, with slender legs but a small buttocks. He wore a long black shirt with light-colored jeans, and his golden curly hair was tied into a ponytail. Very fresh, like an ordinary college girl.

"Have you seen enough?"

The girl asked sullenly.

"not yet"

Roca looked at the other person's chest again, it was still not big, but now it was real, and he smiled handsomely, "Hi ~ Kaila, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you are still so beautiful."

Keira pursed her lower lip and glared at him with her beautiful eyes, "I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you are still so perverted!"

Roca smiled lightly, "Thank you, this shows that I am not a transmuted man"

"It's really hard for a scumbag to change for the better!"

Keira curled her lips and walked out of the counter with two glasses of cocktails.

"Are you a guest bartender here?"

Rocca pointed to the counter.

"This is a self-service bar, you can make up your own drink if you want to drink, and you need to tip if you want to make a drink"

Keira said as she walked.

"You said you invited me to drink, so this glass is mine?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Roca took it over and took a sip. It was a fruit-flavored Mojito cocktail, with tender green mint leaves, soda water mixed with white rum and lime. The taste was fresh and sweet, with a slight Bitterness, like a little girl who just lost love.

“Mojito is for you!”

"This cup is yours!"

Keira snatched the wine in his hand, and stuffed another round-bellied long-necked glass into his hand. From the outside, this glass of wine was cherry red, and it smelled of a mixture of pineapple, lemon and other fruit flavors, as well as Lang The aroma of rum.

He took a sip, the mouth was soft and the taste was very good.

"What kind of wine is this? It's delicious!"

Walking to the corner seat, the two sat down.

"Vampire Cocktail, didn't you say you have lived for hundreds of years? This wine is very suitable for you"

Keira took a sip of her wine, shook her glass and smiled.

"Thank you, you are so sweet!"