San Francisco, Red & White Bar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This downtown bar is one of the most famous gold caves in the area, with alcohol and hormones and heavy metal music that hides all the stress and worries of the day.

The seated Warriors become the object of the California girl's song in the bar.

This is the so-called consumption, after high-intensity training and games, most NBA players choose to be refreshed or a way to celebrate their victory.

The heavy smell of perfume with a hint of wild call, the scantily dressed, the looming blonde beauty sat next to Yang Di, picked up the goblet on the table, and toasted Yang Di elegantly, next to Yang Di, the weak and boneless little hands boldly roamed Yang Di's chest, humming and making a bone-eroding nasal sound.

"Congratulations, Yang Di, you played a great game, you are a hero in San Francisco."

Yang Di put his big hand around the girl's thin waist, and denied with a smile that he was a hero: "It's a trivial thing that is not enough to worry about, I just completed my normal work." ”

"But you've reached heights that many people can't touch in a lifetime." The girl's starry eyes are dotted, and her delicate body is getting hotter and hotter.

Yang Di was noncommittal and drank the beer in one gulp.

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Ruth." Ruth has a healthy honey complexion, a hot body, heavy makeup on her face, and the dim lighting looks very charming.

"Hello, Ruth." Ruth is the only one who fits Yang Di's aesthetic.

In the sofa surrounded, Richardson, Dunleavy, Murphy and others were surrounded by beauty, white, black, and yellow all kinds of skin in the world, all seven continents have characteristics, many have extremely exaggerated figures, and the real American style is as rich as fat, which makes Yang Di dare not agree.

Richardson got drunk, took out the large gold chain around his neck, and shoved it into the arms of the black woman on the side, causing her to scream, and then the other beauties around her had envious looks in their eyes.

Yang Di scolded Richardson in his heart, just like that, about twenty or thirty thousand dollars, right?

Yingying Yanyan ran to the middle, and then performed a striptease around the pole, each one was taken off, Dunleavy took out five thousand dollars to divide it equally among them, they were not wearing much, dancing with the music and bewitching posture, it didn't take long for only sexy lace panties left all over the body without taking off, one by one hands covering the peaks on the chest, but because they were too big and half-covered and half-exposed, it looked extremely tempting.

"Wow, yes, yes!" Troy Murphy shook his long hair and whistled in a dashing manner.

He took a fancy to a white woman, grabbed her arm directly, dragged her into his arms, hugged her, kissed, and put her hands up and down, so unhappy.

Yang Di looked at the less and less dollars in his pocket distressedly, without the slightest refreshment of spending money, looking at Richardson and others who were laughing and venting, they really couldn't understand where the happiness was, probably this is the so-called Eastern and Western cultural ideas are surprised.

He restrained himself from blocking the wine glass that the beauty continued to hand over, "You can't drink too much, the alcohol will paralyze your nerves." ”

"Why do you care so much when you're out to play?" The beauty stroked Yang Di's abdominal muscles, touching Yang Di's little brother as if she was leaving the ground, and her senses became more sensitive under the double stimulation of alcohol and aroma.

The women in the nightclub have always been bold and bold, some of them are full-time nightclub girls, and some are "part-time workers" after working during the day. After shedding their daytime disguises, they became more frantic at night. But whether you can really take it out to play depends on your own ability, you can use your own personal charm, or like Richardson to farm gold, in short, no matter how you do it, just look at the result.

Everyone was high until two o'clock in the morning, and Yang Di was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

The players began to leave one by one, leaving behind countless photos reflecting the bright eyes of the light, and the blonde beauty Ruth on the side looked at Yang Di prettyly, waiting for Yang Di's invitation.

Yang Di was ape-hearted, took her little hand, hooked her thin waist and stood up, and then shook three times, half-smoked and half-drunk walked out.

Before I reached the door, a brawl suddenly broke out in the nightclub.

Drunk people are drunk and paralyzed by their brains to vent their excess energy, while many men and women make noise, screaming and whistling.

Yang Di didn't want to pay attention to them, he wanted to go out just like that, but he didn't know who pushed him on the side.

Usually his strength is terrifying, but after drinking a little wine, his poor amount of alcohol made him lose his sense of balance all of a sudden, and he rushed into the venue in an instant.

The people around suddenly started to heist again, and in the dim light, people only knew that a majestic tall man rushed in.

Ruth covered her mouth and exclaimed, and several people rushed around to squeeze her aside, and a handsome Western guy with blond hair and blue eyes and a high nose bridge walked to her side, stretched out his palm, and took the initiative to talk.

"No, I have an appointment, thank you." Although Ruth was also a little moved in her heart, when she thought of Yang Di's worth of tens of millions, she suddenly restrained the turmoil in her heart.

At this point, the crowd erupted in a burst of applause and extremely loud exclamations.

Then there was a crackling, a sound of stools and chairs folding, wine bottles shattering, and several tall ones flew out, crashing into the pillars and on the round table, and one by one fell to the ground groaning and groaning, losing their combat effectiveness.

Yang Di woke up suddenly, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on his back, oh no! Why are you fighting again? You know, although head coach Montgomery knows about coming to the nightclub, the head coach has repeatedly ordered that the Warriors' jerseys will not cause trouble, and whoever causes trouble will be banned, targeting these restless young people.

Yang Di didn't want to be banned, so he immediately took two quick steps and flew as if he was ready to escape.

Then two or three more strong men who did not have long eyes and thought they were brave rushed over, shouting "yellow-skinned monkeys" and spitting out swear words indistinctly.

Yang Di stepped forward with an arrow, hit the tallest person with a punch, slid to dodge the punch that broke through the air, and a rhinoceros-like shoulder bump knocked the other person into the air, and then ran across the table on the ground, quickly pushed away the crowd, away from the chaotic group beating area, and ran out of the door of the nightclub in one breath.

A cold wind blew, and Yang Di's wine also woke up, and at this time he suddenly remembered that Ruth was still left in it by himself. Richardson rushed up from the garage in his supercar and rolled down the window when he saw Yang Di.

"Hey brother, why did you come out now."

Richardson's co-pilot seat was the dark-skinned hot woman, and when the woman saw Yang Di, she gave Yang Di a flying kiss enthusiastically, and his taste was really completely different from Yang Di.

Richardson looked at Yang Di, who was not alone, and asked curiously, "What about that blonde beauty just now?" Didn't I have a great time chatting with you? Why didn't I come out with you at this time? ”

"Don't know?" Yang Di spread his hands.

Richardson said earnestly: "Dude, play at this time, this is the NBA tradition, don't be too self-disciplined, combine work and rest." ”

Yang Di was speechless by his combination of work and rest, and looked up at the starry sky.

"I'll go first." Richardson laughed out loud and then slammed the throttle in neutral.

"Don't talk about it, you go first." Yang Di waved his hand.