Little slag run

Speaking of bars, I believe no one has more say than Chen Feng, even Di Que, who hangs around sensual places all the year round, is willing to bow down.

Almost [-]% of the large and small bars in City Y had something to do with Chen Feng, so when Di Que proposed to go to a famous bar he frequented, Chen Feng frowned and shook his head.

"That bar is very chaotic, full of fish and dragons, and some of the soft drinks in it have been spiked. You are lucky if you don't get addicted, and don't go there again in the future."

Di Que was speechless, he went there with his friends no less than ten times, and he always felt that the quality there was good.

Hearing Chen Feng revealing the inside story, Di Que got excited, and excitedly pestered Chen Feng to reveal more gossip.

"Which other company has a good reputation, but actually has problems?"

Tell me, tell me, I want to know which bar can be called a lady...

"I don't know all of them, but I'm more familiar with gay bars." Chen Feng glanced at him, as if he had guessed the little thought in Di Que's heart.

"...Forget it, why is it so troublesome to have a drink with you, just watch and go. I'll listen to your arrangement!"

Di Que was too lazy to think about which bar to go to, so he simply left it to Chen Feng to decide.

Chen Feng was not too polite, and directly drove Di Que through the streets and alleys, and drove to a famous bar street in City Y, drove to a relatively quiet place, and stopped at a small door that looked very inconspicuous before.

"Just here?" Di Que was a little disdainful.

Chen Feng smiled and did not speak, and led Di Que into the shop.As soon as he entered, Di Que froze.

Sure enough, it is a pure land with unique caves. The interior decoration of the store is simple and elegant, with unique ingenuity, and guzheng folk music flows like a small bridge and water.There is no hustle and bustle and sensuality. The guests and service staff are all good at first glance, and they gather together quietly in twos and threes to chat and laugh in a low voice.

It was the first time Di Que came to this quiet place, so he stared around curiously.

Chen Feng's taste is really good, it's a good place to vent about broken love.

However, there is a problem...

Why are men sitting and standing in this small space?I didn't see half of the peach blossoms, they were all bare.

"I said hello."

"Ok?"

"Where is this place you brought me here, where is the woman?" Di Que was a little anxious.

"Hey? Didn't you say that you would drink with me today and flatter me?" Chen Feng raised his eyebrows innocently.

"Fuck it, you're gay..." Di Que's face turned bitter.

It's not like Di Que has never been to Gay Bar.In the past, I had a lot of trouble with my friends, and I went to gay bars a few times. Di Que also watched a friend get together with a ladyboy.

Although that kind of place also has a strange stimulation, Di Que still doesn't like it.

One, because there were no real women there, and two, because there were always disgusting men trying to strike up a conversation with him.

Di Que is a bit off-putting to this room full of men now.

Although the main purpose of this trip is to comfort Chen Feng, it is not easy to chat with other women, but at least it is pleasing to the eye, and it is not as visually tired as it is now.

Di Que rolled his eyes, turned around and walked out.

Chen Feng stopped him with a smile, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I'm by your side, no one dares to do anything to you."

After hearing this, Di Que immediately turned his eyes to him.

Go ahead, if you really dare to do something to me, you are the only one, okay?You are the most dangerous one.

"Who dares to do anything to me? Grandpa, I beat him until he can't take care of himself for the rest of his life." Di Que insisted.

"Let's go then."

Chen Feng smiled, dragged him to the corner of the bar and sat down, raised his hand and called the waiter.

Although Di Que was dissatisfied, he still muttered and leaned back on the sofa, stretching his long legs on the small table.

Forget it, Chen Feng has behaved well to him recently, so just trust him for once.

Soon, a clean and honest-looking man wearing a suit different from the other waiters came over and nodded at Chen Feng.

"The boss is here? Is it still the same today?"

"No, just pick a bottle of better red wine for me." Chen Feng turned his head and glanced at Di Que, beckoning.

"Are you the boss here?" Di Que waited for the man to leave, then leaned over.

Chen Feng smiled, nodded and said, "That's right. Young Master Di's treat, of course, can't be cheap for outsiders."

"Huh? It's already in your store, why should I pay for it!" Di Que screamed strangely, and the table slapped loudly.

Chen Feng was so teased that he laughed loudly, and he took a breath before saying, "Didn't you say you wanted to flatter me? Shouldn't it be a treat?"

"No, no, no." Di Que waved his fingers: "I'm flattering you if I can accompany you out for a drink, and of course you pay for the drink."

"Your flattery is not professional enough."

Di Que and Chen Feng kept going back and forth for a long time, the wine was served, and the bottle was opened. Seeing that half of the bottle of wine was gone, but Chen Feng still didn't see him playing drunk, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Lovelorn people are most likely to get drunk. When drunk, they may cry and fuss, complain full of complaints, or fall asleep with their heads covered.

However, Di Que didn't expect that Chen Feng hid it so deeply, and he didn't show any expression of pain and loss on his face, just like the usual cunning and annoying.

Helpless, Di Que can only talk about his several love histories that died without a disease, so as to attract others.

"Well, I really liked her at the time. She is a young girl, and I am a young girl. If it weren't for the pressure of public opinion, we would not have broken up."

"You don't know that when I saw her for the first time, I thought she was pretty. Who knew that she had a husband and was unwilling to have an extramarital affair."

"If my mother didn't think she was too young and her education was not good, maybe the two of us would be together."

"She's the best person I've ever been with."

After Di Que nagged, Chen Feng finally couldn't help complaining: "How many women do you like?"

"Ah? I'll count..." Di Que stretched out both hands and counted with his fingers. Feeling wrong, he shook his head and continued to count.

Counting and counting, I can't figure out how to count.

It was only then that Di Que felt something was wrong, as if he was a little dizzy.

How could it be that he was complaining in the end, but Chen Feng persuaded him instead?

He made himself very depressed, drank one cup after another, and looked at Chen Feng again, his eyes were clear and his face was normal, and he was not affected at all!

His grandma's!

Di Que was quite frustrated. He slapped the table and got up angrily.

"Where are you going?" Chen Feng couldn't help asking concerned when he saw that Di Que was blushing and stood up reeking of alcohol.

"I'm going to pee!" Di Que roared, and the originally quiet bar became even quieter, and several tables of people looked in Di Que's direction.

Chen Feng was dumbfounded by the drunk Di Que, but he was still worried after all.

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

Di Que hiccupped, glanced at Chen Feng, and sent Chen Feng a sentence: "Smelly rascal."

Then, staggeringly, she went to the bathroom alone.

Chen Feng watched Di Que turn the corner and disappeared, then shook his head and laughed again.

This kid is really amusing.

The store manager brought over the third bottle of wine, looked at Chen Feng's smiling face, and smiled gratifiedly: "The boss hasn't smiled so much for a long time. It seems that this time I really like the gentleman just now, that's great." gone."

Chen Feng was startled, and his smile was restrained. After a long time, he slowly said: "He is a straight man, we are just business partners."

"Really? That's a pity..." The store manager showed a regretful look.

"Go and do your work, you don't need to greet me." Chen Feng didn't know how to answer, so he could only send the person away.

He also knew that he really hadn't had so many heartfelt smiles for a long time.

Di Que is very cute, Chen Feng can only think of one adjective to describe him.

Although Di Que has some bad habits that make people gnash their teeth, it is an indisputable fact that he is likable.

The more Chen Feng got in touch with him, the more he could experience this.

Gradually, I began to fall in love with the relaxed feeling when I was with Di Que.

Presumably, heartlessness is also contagious, and it spreads quickly.

He was rejected by Meng Fan just now, but at night with Di Que's company, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Chen Feng shook the wine glass in his hand, and Di Que's peach blossom eyes with long eyelashes seemed to be reflected in the crystal clear red liquid.

Anyway, there are no women in the gay bar, so Di Que was dizzy and pushed the door when he saw it. After entering, he took off his pants to solve the problem, only to realize that he seemed to go to the wrong door when he was finished.

I don't know if it was because of excretion, the alcohol has eased, Di Que looked around, and found that it seemed to be a private room with relatively dim lights.

What's even more tragic is that he just seemed to be conveniently placed in a large green plant pot near the door.

Di Que glanced at the camera installed in the corner, stuck out his tongue, and slipped out of the crime scene like a thief.

He carefully closed the door, turned around and wanted to run, but crashed into a solid "wall".

"Ouch, my nose!"

Di Que covered his sore nose and turned around twice.

The "wall" moved over at this moment, and a big hairy hand supported Di Que's shoulder.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" Pronunciation is standard in Chinese, but the tone has turned several times, and it sounds like a foreign product.

Di Que raised his head with teary eyes, intending to glare at the foreign devil, but only saw the man's chin.

He was startled, so he had to lift up a little bit, and finally saw the man's face clearly.

Then, Di Que opened his mouth and became stupid.

The deep facial features common to Europeans and Americans, brown curly hair, deeply sunken amber eyes, straight nose bridge, firm chin, the standard image of a young handsome guy advertising perfume or watches.

Okay, this person is almost two meters away, right?And the shoulders are broad and muscular, like a brown bear.

This person is not something I can provoke, so it's better to get out of the way first.

"It's okay, bye."

Di Que made a quick judgment and planned to run away with oil on the soles of his feet, but suddenly someone pinched his chin and raised his face.

The tall foreigner sized up Di Que carefully, then suddenly smiled with a rather haughty tone.

"Are you the young master invited by those people? You look pretty, and I'm very satisfied."