"Suck..." Looking at the beauty who walked towards her and turned into a high-end Western restaurant, Zhuo Yi felt crispy all over and had difficulty breathing. He took a deep breath and sucked the surroundings into a vacuum. Suddenly, he heard a loud saliva sound next to him. When he turned around, he saw that he was "just" a little fat man's saliva flowing all over the floor, trying hard to wipe it with a tissue.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat!" the fat man said contemptuously.

"Not as good as the drooling fat toad, oh!" Zhuo Yi smiled treacherously.

"So fat!" Zhuo Yi couldn't help but knock on the little fat man's proud and upright belly, sneering.

"Grass" the little fat man lit up his fist, and then he silently compared the height and combat power of both sides, and then put down his fist helplessly.

Then he laughed as if he remembered something good idea, and patted Zhuo Yi's shoulder with a good brother in his appearance and said, "Let's make a bet, see who can get the beautiful girl's phone number? Just bet five thousand, no, bet ten thousand yuan, are you a little bit?"

Zhuo Yi didn't want to pay attention to this little fat man, and he couldn't wait to run to meet the beauty. When he heard this guy say it, he thought to himself: The water fish delivered to the door will be useless.

"Okay, kill you, just bet 30,000, and you win 60,000, and lose 30,000. How about it?" Zhuo Yi, the guy, seemed to have won by himself, and he spoke loudly. He completely forgot that someone's pocket was empty.

In fact, Zhuo Yi thought to himself: If you win, I will kill you tens of thousands of yuan, if you lose, I will run away with my legs. Then he looked at the fat guy's short legs and became even more calm. It would be strange if you can catch up with me. Zhuo Yi has passed his experience of avoiding the police and running away, and now he is very confident in his speed.

"Kill!" the little fat man thought: "Anyway, I know Zhong Chuhong, so I won't lose, at most I will fight."

It turns out that this little fat man is Wang Jing, a wretched director who has filmed many third-level films in later generations. Speaking of which, the third-level films he filmed are all personal treasures of Zhuo Yi! Zhuo Yi’s idol. Unfortunately, Zhuo Yi’s soul has been hooked away by Zhong Chuhong, so pay attention to this inconspicuous little fat man.

After entering the restaurant, Zhuo Yi and Wang Jing saw Zhong Chuhong sitting alone in a window seat in the restaurant, holding his small chin with both hands, listening to the music played by the musicians in the middle of the restaurant with interest. The perfect curve of the curve almost made Zhuo Yi and Wang Jing, two guys, almost suck the air.

"The ancients said: "That's the matter if you think about it with fullness and warmth, it's so fucking right." Wang Jing said lewdly.

"Yes! It's so beautiful! I'm not hungry." These two guys said inconsistently.

"Who will come first?"

"Let you first, you will have no chance as soon as I take action, hey! That lonely as snow! Oh my god." Wang Jing was so proud of Zhuo Yi's laughter.

"Okay..." Zhuo Yi has recognized that the beauty is the sexy goddess of Hong Kong, Zhong Chuhong, but he is not timid at all, as if he is born to be a big star and beautiful woman. He doesn't know where to get the confidence, but he is so confident (in fact, his confidence comes from the profound knowledge in his mind, the "database" that has been integrated)

If a person falls off the plane and fails to die, he will become two kinds of people. One is to become as timid as a mouse and will not even dare to climb on the second floor in the future; the other is to be a super narcissistic arrogance like Zhuo Yi now.

Zhuo Yi suddenly remembered the information of Zhong Chuhong in later generations. Zhong Chuhong liked saxophone very much, and he immediately had an idea.

"Lend me a few hundred dollars first." Zhuo Yidian.

"Damn, you won't have money anymore! Will you have money to pay me if you lose later?" Wang Jing said in a panic and shocked

"Give it to me! I don't bring Hong Kong dollars with me, I'll give you back later." Zhuo Yi's words are true. He doesn't have any coins on him.

Seeing that Zhuo Yi's temperament was not like a poor man, Wang Jing squeezed out three hundred yuan slowly. Only then did he realize that Zhuo Yi was very handsome, and he couldn't help but mutter: Damn, handsome can be a food! He can only be a novice!

After taking the three hundred yuan, Zhuo Yi tidied up the folds of his lower clothes in front of the bronze mirror on the restaurant wall, and walked towards the stage of the restaurant. At this time, the musicians had just finished playing.

Wang Jing's expression was like seeing a ghost, because he saw with his own eyes that Zhuo Yi, the vulgar guy, suddenly turned into a decadent prodigal son who had been wandering for many years.

Zhuo Yi walked to the dance floor where the music was performed and handed the three hundred dollars that Wang Jing had just given to the musician who was obviously the captain.

"Great music, can I use your saxophone to play a song?" Zhuo Yi pretended to be.

Zhuo Yi was definitely a gentleman at this time.

"certainly……"

In fact, Zhuo Yi only knows how to blow the saxophone. It may not be bad, but it is not good either. It is the kind that can be heard. However, the moment Zhuo Yi saw the saxophone, he instinctively felt that he could blow it very well, especially well, yes, instinctively felt.

Zhuo Yi lowered his head, looked at the saxophone beside him, looked at it lightly and smiled, held it in his hand, and tried it gently, a thick and warm music filled the entire restaurant.

Two minutes later, Zhuo Yi looked up and saw that as he expected, he had become the focus of the entire restaurant in the minute he had just auditioned.

Zhuo Yi pretended to take a casual look at Zhong Chuhong's position and found that she was looking at him curiously, while Wang Jing's mouth was so wide that he could put down his fist. Zhuo Yi knew that his first step had been successful. "Curiosity is the biggest weapon to seduce a woman." Zhuo Yi suddenly said this in his mind.

When Zhuo Yi blew the song "I want to talk to you" affectionately and made a soothing and elegant music, in the wonderful and gorgeous music section, he saw Zhong Chuhong's surprised and joyful eyes as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Sure enough, Zhong Chuhong's favorite song is this song," Zhuo Yi said intimately.

This song has been written for decades, and now there are very few people who know and like it. What is the hardest thing in the world? A soulmate. The moment Zhuo Yi blew the song, Zhong Chuhong already regarded him as a soulmate.

Because in terms of this song, Zhuo Yi's attainment is already at the palace level.

While Zhuo Yi was plucking up his strength and bent over, playing the saxophone in his hand, his eyes looked towards Zhong Chuhong without any hesitation. He saw her staring at him and smiling, without eschewing his eyes at all, and even patting his palms gently.

Zhuo Yi also looked at her with a mysterious and dangerous look, blowing the saxophone seriously. At this moment, Zhuo Yi looked like a wandering poet.

Zhuo Yi knew that he had made another big step. Because he knew that "bold but romantic behavior is the biggest ultimate skill against mature women."

Zhuo Yi was thinking and blowing, and his music suddenly became wild, and there was a sense of unruly recklessness. Zhuo Yi noticed that Zhong Chuhong's eyes began to become confused and dull, and knew that she was beginning to indulge. This was exactly what he wanted. Finally, Zhuo Yi ended the wonderful performance with gorgeous music.

Even those who didn't understand saxophone jazz were conquered by Zhuo Yi, and put down the tableware and applauded Zhuo Yi.

At this moment, Zhuo Yi felt: I am a god. You can consider adding the word "stick" to the back.
Chapter completed!