Chapter 90: The Thorn Beauty
After teasing the two fools who didn't know where Lu Dao came from, Yang Hai laughed and quit the platform.
Even if that second fool is really a master, he can't fight anymore now, after all, there is a practical exam in the afternoon. Now that the warm-up is complete, it's too late to continue.
Regarding the adjustment of the state, this is also a science, and you need to grasp the scale of it, and Yang Hai feels that it is enough now.
Yang Hai pressed the order button, and soon lunch was served. To Gacharin's stunned, along with the lunch, there were two beautiful women with good faces, scantily dressed, and hot bodies.
"Big brother, this is ......" Gacharin asked, swallowing his saliva.
"Service staff." Yang Hai lay on the recliner and said with a smile: "What, you are still a chick?" β
Gacharin's face was a little red: "That's not it, it's the first time I had it with my girlfriend two months ago." But...... This is the first time. β
Yang Hai smiled, indeed, the law says that 16 years old is the minimum age for drinking and going to nightclubs, and there are very few people who are still virgins at the age of 17 now. But......
"Boy, you're trying to be crooked." Yang Hai pointed to two smiling and amorous beauties and said, "They are not the kind of profession you think. β
"Ahh Gachalin was a little confused.
"You can have sex the day before the competition, but you have to abstain from sex before the competition, otherwise it will easily affect the state." Yang Hai said, "Didn't your teacher say it? β
Gacharin muttered, "Yes, yes, but it feels too far away from me...... Big brother, if not...... So what are the two of them doing? β
"The service staff." Yang Hai said with a grin.
As Yang Hai was talking, a beautiful woman with all kinds of charms unfolded a small folding table, put the sumptuous lunch beside Yang Hai, who was lying on the recliner, and knelt down on the cushion in front of the table, cut a small piece of steak from the table, and handed it over with a plate gently.
"It's not exciting." Yang Hai blinked and looked at the beauty.
The beauty smiled charmingly, but did not speak, picked up the fork and sent the steak to Yang Hai's mouth, Yang Hai chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.
"It's a steak from Australia's natural pastures." Yang Hai closed his eyes and replied: "Not bad." β
"You're amazing, you tasted it all at once." The beauty's eyes were brighter, the autumn waves flowed, exhaling like an orchid, whispering in Yang Hai's ear.
"The steak is good though." Yang Hai looked at the beauty and smiled evilly: "It's still not exciting enough." β
Gacharin's eyes widened when he saw it, and he subconsciously glanced at his side. The other beautiful woman smiled without saying a word, knelt on the mat obediently, and when she saw Gacharin looking over, she pursed her lips and chuckled, and then pretended not to see Gacharin looking at herself, and did not look away.
"How much more can you exalt?" The beauties beside Yang Hai asked with resentment.
Yang Hai smiled and whispered a few words in the ear of the beauty, and a red glow rose on the beauty's face.
"I can't see it, you are not shallow, you are so good at this, and you are also an 'old guest'." The beauty stared at Yang Hai.
Yang Hai smiled and said nothing, he who often goes to the hall to check the bar, he naturally knows the Tao, like these beauties who cut meat, feed, serve tea, and pour water for guests, although they are beautiful, they are not different from those young ladies, and it is okay for guests to play ambiguously in front of them, but if something really seems to be out of the ordinary, it depends on their own means. When you meet those beautiful women with very individual personalities, if the beauty doesn't like this guest, even if you spend more money, it won't help.
It seems that Yang Hai is such a prickly beauty next to him.
The beauty glanced at Yang Hai: "You can be my uncle at your age, this kind of game is still free." β
Yang Hai almost spit out a mouthful of blood, and he glared: "I...... I'm seventeen years old. β
"Hee-hee." The beauty covered her mouth and smiled: "Guest, you are so humorous. β
"I'm really seventeen." Yang Hai had a bitter word in his heart, and said a little frantically: "How do you want me to prove that you believe it?" β
"Ah, seventeen is so old." The beauty carefully looked at Yang Hai's face, "Really, it won't be indulgent." β
Yang Hai opened his mouth slightly: "...... That's how you usually serve your guests? β
"I'm never polite to those who try to do something." The thorn beauty glanced at Yang Hai: "You are a person, if you want to say that you are a novice, it doesn't look like it; If you want to say that you are a veteran of the wind and snow, and you will tell the unreliable lie that you are seventeen years old, which girl do you expect this little trick to fool? β,
As he spoke, he bent his index finger and scratched Yang Hai's face.
Yang Hai was very depressed, turned his head and took the index finger of the stabbing beauty in his mouth, and bit it gently. The beauty screamed and withdrew her hand.
"I didn't move my hands." Yang Hai stared into the eyes of the piercing beauty: "I just want to move." β
Thinking of the "little game" that Yang Hai said in his ear just now, and then connecting it with his mouth, the cheeks of the piercing beauty suddenly flushed.
"Hmph, you think beautifully, I wouldn't play such a game with a lewd uncle."
Seeing that Yang Hai looked like he had been hit deeply, the stabbing beauty giggled proudly.
"Uncle, let's eat~" The beauty scooped a spoonful of gravy mashed potatoes with a spoon and handed it over.
"No, huh."
"Uncle Se, why are you still like a seventeen-year-old hairy boy......"
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"Okay, okay, can't I call you uncle? Uncle, eat. β
Yang Hai lay on the recliner, crossed Erlang's legs, and asked, "In this way, how about we make a bet?" If I win, you have to promise the little games I just mentioned, and if I lose, you can call me uncle or something. β
The stabbing beauty said disdainfully: "Cunning uncle, I won't be fooled." Even if I don't make this bet, I can still call you uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle, uncle~ If I accidentally lose, won't you succeed? β
Yang Hai thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was really the case, and he suddenly became even more depressed.
"Well, hurry up and eat."
Yang Hai didn't speak.
"Uncle, if you don't eat it, I'll eat it."
Yang Hai didn't speak.
"Uncle, your heart is so small......"
Yang Hai still didn't speak.
The piercing beauty blinked, thinking that this uncle was still a little cute, so she stretched her head over with a smile and kissed Yang Hai's face: "Uncle, are you satisfied this time?" β
"I can't say that I am satisfied, but my anger has disappeared a lot." Yang Hai snorted twice: "How old are you this year?" β
"It's rude to ask a lady how old she is." The stabbing beauty raised her chin and said.
Yang Hai asked, "If I can prove that I am seventeen years oldβ"
"Then you can do whatever you want." The stabbing beauty said with a grin, obviously not taking what Yang Hai said seriously.
Yang Hai nodded, took out the communicator, logged on to the official website of the Apennine Draft, entered his personal page, pointed to the photo and his personal profile on it, and showed a smile.
The piercing beauty looked at the photo in disbelief, and then saw the 17-year-old written on the personal information, and opened her mouth wide.
"I am willing to lose the bet." Yang Hai reminded.
The piercing beauty looked at Yang Hai carefully, only to find that although the face looked very mature, in fact, there was no wrinkles, and the skin color was a little darker, but this "uncle" was not a pure Caucasian, this skin color was also normal, and the skin of the "uncle" was quite delicate, and there were no signs of aging, but it was covered by a full beard and could not see clearly. The most important thing is that there is no trace of immature taste on the body of the "uncle", and the temperament of the whole person is not at all what a seventeen-year-old boy can have, probably because of this, the real age is confused.
Hearing the words of willing to gamble and lose, the prickly beauty's face turned a little red, and then she snorted, glared at Yang Hai, and poured a glass of red wine.
"It's not time to drink." Yang Hai said.
The thorny beauty glanced at Yang Hai fiercely, picked up a cherry from the fruit bowl, put it between her towering twin peaks, and straightened her chest and leaned over.
Gacharin looked at the other side in a daze, and a trace of sparkling ...... hung next to the corner of his mouth
Yang Hai lowered his head from the recliner, buried his head between the twin peaks, and stretched out his tongue to find the deeply buried cherry, the warmth, softness and amazing elasticity kept stimulating his face, although he had already taken the cherry, but Yang Hai was a little reluctant to get up.
It smells so good......
The sensitive parts of the piercing beauty were scraped around by the hard stubble, and I felt that the tongue of the "uncle" was very dishonest on her breasts, and the piercing beauty's breathing became a little short, and she asked angrily: "Uncle, are you okay?" β
Yang Hai took a deep breath, raised his head, and said intoxicatedly, "Not bad." I want to drink. β
The thorny beauty glanced at Yang Hai again, and muttered, "Uncle Color." β,
Then he took a sip of the wine in the cup and sent it to Yang Hai's mouth and crossed over.
The stabbing beauty originally planned to retreat immediately after delivering the wine, but Yang Hai stretched out a hand and brutally pulled her into his arms, and the two kissed on the chaise longue. The piercing beauty was a little resistant at first, but gradually she became intoxicated by the skillful kissing skills and fiery breathing.
After a long time, the two separated, and Yang Hai whispered in the ear of the piercing beauty: "Good wine, long aftertaste, lips and teeth." β
The thorn beauty opened her eyes, broke free from Yang Hai's embrace, and continued to kneel on the mat as if nothing had happened, silently cutting the steak.
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When leaving, Yang Hai tried to ask for the phone number of the stabbing beauty, but was refused. Not only did he have a phone number, but he was even rejected when he asked for his name, which made Yang Hai very depressed.
Where did I have such a hard time picking up girls before, this prickly beauty is really a personality.
After Yang Hai and Gacharin left, another beautiful woman who came in with the thorn beauty asked softly: "Why don't you give him the number, I think this person has an extraordinary temperament, and he is young and golden, ifββ"
"You're stupid." The thorny beauty glanced at her companion: "I tell you, such a man is a scourge, don't get involved in it." β
"Oh, what is a scourge?" The companion beauty smiled and said, "If you don't want to, give him to me~"
"Hmph," the prickly beauty squeezed out a voice from her nose: "Little girl, don't blame this girl for not warning you, it's okay for such a man to play together, and he wants to stay together...... Hum. β
"How?" Looking at the thorn beauty didn't seem to be joking, the companion beauty asked with some curiosity.
"This guy, huh." A moment of intoxication flashed in the eyes of the piercing beauty, and then he came to his senses: "His kissing skills are good, the tip of his tongue is flexible, his breath is strong and hot and aggressive, there is no excess saliva, his lips are soft, but ......"
"But?"
"He kissed with his eyes open." The prickly beauty caressed her lips, as if she was reminiscing: "He is not emotional at all." He said that he was going to play two flirtatious games just now, and just now, whether it was eating cherries or drinking wine, it was really just a game for him. β
"This ......" the beautiful companion was a little stunned.
"Can you imagine?" The thorn beauty looked at her companion: "He's only seventeen years old." I HEARD THAT VISCONTI-SAMA STARTED VISITING THE GUILD HALL AT THE AGE OF 11, AND I THINK THIS RUTHLESS GUY IS EVEN MORE OUTRAGEOUS THAN HIS MAJESTY THE GOD OF WAR. I don't know how many women who dreamed of sparrows turning into phoenixes before hit his head and bled ...... Whoever likes to go will go, anyway, this girl is not accompanied, I don't have the ability to make this kind of man die anyway. β
As he spoke, he sighed a little depressedly: "Why are those men with unique styles not suitable for captivity......"
The beautiful companion blinked, as if she was still digesting the words of the stabbing beauty.
The two beauties were talking about Yang Hai, and on TAXI, Yang Hai and Gacharin were also talking about the thorny beauty.
"Italy is indeed a country rich in beautiful women." Yang Hai sighed.
"Big brother, isn't it very depressing that you didn't succeed after the last day?" Gacharin asked with a hippie smile.
"What is there to be depressed about." Yang Hai said disapprerovingly: "It's not to take it home as a wife, it's not successful." β
"Really?" Gacharin observed Yang Hai's expression.
The muscles on Yang Hai's face twitched: "Okay, it's still a little depressed." But not every woman in this world is as well-behaved as a fawn, such as your sister-in-law, who is a female leopard who often bares her teeth - and she was just playing. β
"Huh?" Gacha Lin paused for a moment: "Big brother is married?" β
"Not married." Yang Hai shook his head: "But the relationship between us is obviously not as estranged as boyfriend and girlfriend - it can be regarded as a fiancΓ©e." β
"Wow!" Gacharin exclaimed: "Boss, you are about to get married, and you are still messing around outside?" β
"Huh?" Yang Hai glared: "Where am I in trouble?" β
"You just played that kind of perverted game with other girls, and you asked people for contact information, isn't it a mess?" Gachalin rolled his eyes.
"You're a bold boy, not bad." Yang Hai patted Gacharin's shoulder: "I'm flirting with a girl, do you understand flirting?" Flirting and messing around are two different things, and I didn't fall in love with her - my master once told me that a man may have countless women, but only one heart: one heart is love for one person, and false affection for two. I only have your sister-in-law in my heart, if I empathize and don't fall in love, then it's called chaos, flirting and messing are two different things, don't talk nonsense, do you understand? β,
"Holy!" Gachalin was struck by this strong logic. "Boss, according to what you say, as long as you don't fall in love with someone else, no matter what you do outside, it's not a mess?"
"Of course." Yang Hai raised his eyebrows: "When I flirt with a girl, I don't care if this girl really likes me, whether she is someone else's concubine, or whether she is the empress who rules the empire, or the young lady who runs the leather and meat business - even if she pounces into someone else's arms immediately after making love to me, I don't care." But if your sister-in-law has any ambiguity with another man, then I will be jealous. β
"If you are so flirtatious, won't your sister-in-law be jealous?" Gacharin asked cautiously.
"You're stupid." Yang Hai rolled his eyes: "If you don't let her know the way, it's over." Gacharin, didn't I say you, with your IQ, you can't be treated with pneumonia by your girlfriend in the future? β
Gacharin was dumbfounded and speechless.
"What if you fall in love with someone else in the future?" After a long time, Gacharin asked.
"Falling in love with someone else?" Yang Hai laughed: "Boy, don't be stupid, I will fall in love with someone else?" You ask the people who have been killed by me - forget it, you're still a kid, we don't talk about this. β
"Big brother, am I the same age as you, okay?" Gacharin grimaced, "In that case, how did you fall in love with your sister-in-law?" β
"This, ah......" Speaking of Su Ruoshui, Yang Hai's hard face unconsciously showed a trace of tenderness: "This ......"
Seeing Gacharin's gossip on his face, Yang Hai snorted: "This is not what you little kid should know." As for you, it's better to think about the actual test that is about to take place. β
Yang Hai pointed to his watch, the time on it was half past three, and the exam was going to be at five o'clock.
Speaking of the actual combat exam, Gacharin's face suddenly became bitter.
"Gacharin." Yang Hai said.
"Huh?"
Yang Hai wanted to tell him, even if I fail in the draft this time, I will bring you to E-TYPE.
But the sentence stopped on his lips.
He was afraid that if he said it, Gacharin would relax his fighting spirit.
So he just paused and said, "Gacharin, come on, I'm optimistic about you." β
Gacharin grinned, then lowered his head and clenched his fistsβ
In his villa on the outskirts of Naples, Visconti watched the REP with shock and excitement on his face.
From God's point of view, watching these two videos, especially the second one, has a different feeling. Through this REP, Visconti seemed to see a stunning opponent sitting in front of him.
"Who are you?" Visconti looked at the screen intently, the green tendons on his temples jumped and jumped, and his eyes showed a wolf-like look: "You, where are you?" β
Baizhu sighed, his stupid brother was going crazy again.
"What are you running away for?" Visconti roared and smashed the keyboard into two pieces with a single punch!
"Come!" Visconti stood up from his chair and looked condescendingly at the light brain screen: "Come on...... ...... with me Fight to the death! β
Baizhu stood silently on the sidelines, watching Visconti keep yelling at the screen. After a while, Visconti probably realized that it was useless to be angry at the screen, and bit his lip to calm down.
"Silly brother, you're fine, right?" Baizhu frowned and asked, although it is okay to know that there is nothing wrong with the Dao, but it is still necessary to make sure.
"I'm disappointed." Visconti turned his back to Baizhu, still looking at the screen without blinking, letting the REP play again and again, and a slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room: "I'm disappointed that I missed the opportunity to compete with such a master. Butβ"
"Huh?"
"FIRST POSEIDON, THEN THE MYSTERY MASTER." Visconti turned his head and said to Baizhu, "This lifeless game world, finally, finally got interesting. β
Visconti smiled like a child, the warm afternoon sun shining on his face through the bright glass, and Visconti's white teeth gleamed coldly.