Domineering Mafia's Silly Goose Wife

Hey, this description does not refer to me by name.

I retracted my head and continued to fish sadly, thinking about whether I had any other way out.But I didn't expect my mother to pause, and suddenly looked at me with an inquiring, hesitant, and contemplative look: "There are many black hair, but it's hard to find dumb ones. The girls here are very smart... um ?”

I:? ? ?

I took a step back subconsciously, holding my heart and looking at him in disbelief: "Mom Sang, you have misunderstood me."

Mom-san looked me up and down for a while, took a puff of cigarette and said to herself: "I'm stupid, Saori should be the only one."

I:! ! !

She is simply questioning and contemptuous of my noble soul. Even if she is an undercover agent with no feelings, I am also angry: "You can choose me because I am new here, or you can choose me because I am black-haired. But you must not choose me because I am stupid, I also have dignity."

"If you talk nonsense, I'll fire you. What qualifications do you have to talk about dignity with me because of your achievements?" Mama Sang chuckled and glanced at me indifferently. Get out."

I:……

Qi Mushaye, you are a public security undercover who endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens. You can endure what ordinary people can't bear, and do what ordinary people can't do. This little thing is nothing.When we collect the information, we'll take the pot here, and now let's make false claims with the other party.You can do it, as a police elite you can do it, Ollie!

I feel that my undercover job is really miserable, and I can't live without giving myself an Ollie every day.

Although I'm the only newcomer, how could I be the stupid person that the guests are looking for, just like me, a public security elite in the police department who writes wit from the inside out.I felt that my mother must have found the wrong person, and I figured that I would be back after a stroll. I didn't even put on my coat, and I stepped on high heels to find someone.

As a result, I saw Chufa young man who was barely familiar, leaning on the back of the chair leisurely, raised his eyebrows the moment he saw me, and sneered with the corners of his mouth: "I knew it, as long as you say stupid, It must be only you."

I:……

Brother, don't you dislike my small breasts? Why do you want me by name?

I know, sister Ellie has said about this situation.Others come to nightclubs to have fun and tell about life's distress, but there is a kind of man whose life is too hard. Under the pressure of his boss, he rebelled against his wife and children and left home. The long-term pressure made them bald and fat. It's also changed, and they need to humiliate the night girls who are lower than them to get pleasure.

No, last time he humiliated my body/body for my small breasts, this time he is going to humiliate my soul.

But there is no dignity in our service industry. I can only maintain a dignified smile with eight teeth and welcome him tenderly and kindly.Facing this kind of man, the trick is to go in one ear and out the other, no matter what he bullies, just forget it after hearing it, and never keep it overnight.

"If I order wine now, it will be counted into your performance." The other party asked while flipping through the menu, "Open a bottle of Royal Salute, do you want to eat anything else?"

Don't listen to bastard chanting scriptures...huh?Wait, what did he just say?

I blinked my eyes and didn't react, I looked confused: "Huh?"

He closed the menu, raised his eyes to look at me, and was silent for three seconds, feeling like he was amazed: "Your performance must not pass."

I:……! ! !

What the hell, it's only been 3 minutes since we met, why did this man come to complain that my performance is not good enough, these dog men are too difficult to serve.

Breathe breath breathe breath.

I told myself repeatedly in my heart: Calm down, Saya, you have to be calm.This man's life is very hard, and the boss works overtime every day, and his wife may even put a colorful hat on him.As a public security elite, you must have a broad mind to accommodate everything, including this perverted man... If you are really angry, you can go and put him in a sack after the mission is over.

After brainwashing myself, I sat next to young man Chu Fa in three steps at a time, and asked him with my original smile: "Isn't one bottle not enough, why don't we have another bottle?"

"I don't care." He leaned back in the chair casually, clenched his fist with one hand and leaned on the side of his face, and looked up at me, "but can you drink it?"

"If I could drink it," I asked tentatively, "would you open a few more bottles?"

"Of course." He raised his chin and answered without thinking.

The sky has been taken advantage of, so don't wait until now.

I was so excited, I took out the fighting spirit I had prepared for the police department before, rolled up my sleeves and did it.

I will definitely bald this man's wallet tonight!

Just do it!

I happily poured the whiskey into the glass, when the other party's voice suddenly came from behind me: "What's your name?"

To this bully who exudes the smell of money, I replied with a very good attitude: "Saori-chan."

"real name?"

"stage name."

He nodded casually, didn't seem to care, reached out to take the wine glass I handed over, and took a shallow sip. "How about it?" He turned his head to look at me, and threw out a proposition for me, "It's much better than beer."

I:? ? ?

Is wine tasting one of the skills that nightclub girls are required to master now?Or something that I don't know, the introversion in the night scene has been upgraded again.

I looked at him in bewilderment, and he looked at me, and suddenly understood in a flash of inspiration.He asked me on purpose. If I can tell the good points of this glass of whiskey, he will definitely become angry if I don't humiliate me. Maybe he will complain directly to Mama-san in a fit of anger.If I can't say anything, he can take the opportunity to humiliate me.

I only knew that this man was a dog, but I didn't expect him to be such a dog, and his casual words were digging holes for me.

Anyway, I couldn't tell, I calmed down and let him humiliate me, pretending to be sincere on the surface: "Very good."

Chufa youth: "..."

He was silent for three seconds, and said firmly: "You must not be able to tell the good from the bad."

"No, this whiskey," I said sincerely, after a pause, "is really good."

"……never mind."

……Huh?I looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that things were not that simple, how could he let go of such a good opportunity for nothing.

He glanced at me with a speechless face: "I didn't expect you to say anything, how can a goose like you know how to taste wine?"

...Hehe, it turns out that you are waiting for me here.

I took a sip of the whiskey with my glass in my hand, and looked at the man furtively.Under the dim yellow ambiguous light, his cobalt blue eyes are like the deep sea flowing with fine silver light. Although his behavior is hard to describe, it is undeniable that in terms of appearance alone, he is indeed better than most people I have met in the past. nice.The facial features are exquisite, the slenderness fits well, neither fat, let alone bald... It's not right either, I looked suspiciously at the top of his head.He wears a black top hat at all times, perhaps to hide the fact that he is bald.

"What are you looking at?" He suddenly turned his head and glanced at me.

I'm looking to see if you're bald... I'm not stupid, how could I tell him that.

"Guest, I would like to offer you a toast." I immediately went to touch his wine glass, raised my head and did it directly.Although I am a little sorry for this six-figure bottle of Royal Salute, I really can't drink any difference.

"Hey! Wait a minute," probably seeing me looking at him, he muttered, "No one asked you to drink so much."

etc!Could it be that he regretted it? Didn't he agree that I can drink as much as I can?I'm also planning to directly brush off my one-month performance tonight.I immediately patted my chest and said, "Please rest assured, I have a good capacity for alcohol, and it's not a problem to drink this bottle of wine by myself."

"Huh? It's not a matter of drinking well." He glanced at me, and he didn't know what to think of, and turned his face away and whispered, "Forget it, just open two more bottles."

I:? ? ?

I don't understand, but it doesn't matter if he understands such insignificant little things, as long as he is willing to drink.

The two of us opened three bottles of Royal Salute and four bottles of Tompelli, most of which went into my stomach, and I could feel the disbelieving eyes of my mother at the bar.

Hahaha, let’s see if you dare to call me a vegetable dog. I’ve racked up all the C-CLUB’s performance for a whole week in one night. From now on, I’m going to walk sideways here like a crab.

After drinking for three rounds, I turned my head to look at the alcoholic young man holding the bottle and screaming, and shook my head to wake myself up: "Guest, you are drunk."

"Not drunk!" He glared at me viciously.

Is this an exclusive line for drunks?I raised two fingers and asked him, "How much is this?"

He seemed to mutter something, and looked at me with a slight frown, as if he was confirming something, or thinking about what I just said.

Drunk drunk.

To think about such an obvious question for so long is either stupid or drunk.

"Guest, you—" really drunk.

Before I finished speaking, he suddenly shouted excitedly: "Three!"

I:……

I raised my forehead: "Don't drink like others if you have such a poor capacity for alcohol. By the way, you are an adult at your height, but don't be like those bad boys. They think drinking and smoking is a very cool thing."

"Who's underage, you bastard!"

Besides you, who else is underage besides you?I muttered something in my heart, but I still asked the benefactor's father in a good voice: "You should remember your own name, and your home address. I will find someone to send you back."

"Huh? You're the one who can't drink!" He leaned over cursingly, put his hand on my shoulder, and squinted his eyes to look at me closely.His face was so close that I could see the vague yellow light in his cobalt blue eyes.

He said, "My name is Chuya Nakahara, you—"