Although the signature here is Xuanlong Bar, it is essentially a nightclub.

Kim Ping An looked away from the young lady leading the dance with great difficulty.

But there were almost everywhere in the dance floor with women dressed like this, and the clothes in the audience were even more excessive than those on the stage.

Some people are too hot to play with their own disco, lift up the hem of their T-shirts, tie a knot under their chests, and wear miniskirts on their lower body.

Kim Ping'an, who only watched nightclub videos on his mobile phone, was like stabbing his butt with a knife today - he opened his eyes.

While the waist twisted, under the influence of inertia, you could occasionally glimpse the scenery under the hem of the skirt. Old Master Newton could laugh out loud with relief when he saw it.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Kim Ping An shouted at the top of his voice: "What should I do next?!"

The messenger pointed to his ear: "Don't yell so loudly, I can hear it."

Kim Ping An took a deep breath and raised his volume again and shouted: "Can you hear it now!"

Instead of speaking, the messenger took out paper and pen from his bag and wrote: 'I can hear it, don't yell as loudly.'

Kim Ping An said oh and wrote on the paper: ‘When will we go to find Zhang Yan?’

The messenger shook his head: "No hurry, ask first to see if anyone has seen the tattooed man."

The messenger led Kim Ping'an through the dance floor and walked towards the bar.

There are many people on the dance floor, and there is inevitably a collision between the flesh.

It is normal to occasionally get some places you shouldn't, but few people will care about such trivial matters if you can dance here.

Kim Ping An, who was timid in the crowd, was particularly conspicuous. He curled up and tried to avoid the abortion. It was obvious that he was the first time he came to a nightclub.

Most people keep moving when dancing. No matter how they avoid the abortion, they will inevitably collide with others.

Occasionally, a young lady noticed the chick, and would "inadvertently" have a close contact with him, and then secretly giggled at his awkward appearance.

When the two passed through the dance floor, the chick Kim Ping'an's face was full of embarrassment, and she could only walk slightly with her body bent.

The bar is located behind the speaker, slightly quieter than in front, and at least you can hear the sound of talking.

The messenger closed the notebook and shouted at the bartender: "scotch   martini, plus a glass of beer and a pack of cigarettes."

After saying that, he took out three hundred banknotes from his pocket and rubbed them, and then took a photo on the bar.

The bartender smiled at the messenger and made a ok gesture. He went to work hard without changing.

Five minutes later, two glasses of wine were brought to the two of them.

The messenger picked up the cocktails and cigarettes and found a casual stand close to the dance floor.

After standing still, he opened the cigarette box, took out two of the cigarettes, exposed the mouthpiece, and then pressed the lighter he sent onto the cigarette box.

Kim Ping An couldn't understand what the messenger was doing. He couldn't speak clearly when standing in this position, so he could only keep filling beer.

Although the messenger is not a handsome and scumbag-like man, he is also considered pretty.

Especially his deep temperament, like poppies, has a fatal temptation to women in their twenties to thirties.

As the saying goes, it is a man with a story.

So even if the messenger doesn’t even have a toilet card, there will be girls who come up to hook up on their own initiative.

Not long after, a hot girl in hot pants came over and looked at him with a smile.

The messenger pulled out a cigarette, and saw that the girl's smile became even brighter. She sucked out another cigarette with ease, and picked up the lighter to light the messenger.

"Handsome guy, you are here to play, too?"

The hot girl blew a sip of white smoke on the messenger's face, and her little hand slowly placed on his back waist.

The messenger did not smoke, but just held the lit cigarette in his mouth: "I'm here to find someone."

"Seeing you like this, is it because your friend can't get in touch with you, or is it because your girlfriend is angry and blocked you?"

The hot girl didn't care whether this would hurt people. Anyway, she just found a topic to talk about, as long as she could continue the conversation, it would be considered as a foreplay before the meal.

"Yes, a friend I know can't get in touch with. I heard that he has appeared here, so I came here."

"Wow, you really value love."

The girl was in a slightly exaggerated tone, but in fact she was secretly happy in her heart.

What are the foxes who have been a thousand years old playing with me? If you come to find someone, why do you keep the cigarette box so standard? You have smoked all the cigarettes, who will believe you now?

The messenger did not explain, and rubbed his fingers to remove the cigarette butts with his fingers, and took out Kim Ping'an's sketch again.

The hot girl couldn't help laughing at the sketch paper in the messenger's hand. She didn't expect that the handsome guy had prepared story props.

But she didn't mind continuing to talk about this story, just to add a little bit of fun to tonight's nightlife.

But the smile on her face slowly solidified as she took the sketch.

Nothing else, this sketch is so realistic. The tattooed man's murderous eyes are vivid and vivid. It seems that someone is really staring at you in a dark place.

It took a while for the hot girl to react and said angrily: "Handsome guy, you really hate it. It scares people with this kind of thing."

"This is the person I'm looking for. Have you seen him here recently?"

The messenger picked up his wine glass and took a sip of the cocktail.

The reason why he used cigarette boxes to catch girls was to pick regular customers. He often came to fool people, and the chances of meeting tattooed men were much higher than those who came occasionally.

No matter how stupid the hot girl is, she should have seen that the messenger is not that interesting. She sighed regretfully, but did not turn around and leave directly.

She asked unwillingly: "If you tell this person information, will you have time tonight?"

"There is no time, but I can give you some compensation."

The messenger slowly took out his wallet from his pocket, counted five hundred dollars and handed it to the hot girl.

The hot girl shook her head and pushed away the banknote handed over by the messenger: "I don't want money, I want your contact information."

The girls who come to the nightclub are more straightforward and play very well. If you fall in love with you, you will pursue them directly. However, don’t take this relationship seriously, they just want to play together.

The next morning, we walked one side to the sky.

"no problem."

The messenger tore off a note on it, quickly wrote down Kim Ping'an's mobile phone number, and handed it to the hot girl.

"Do you mind if I'll call now?"

Although the hot girl asked the messenger whether she was concerned, she had already started to take action.

The messenger nodded, and took out his cell phone from his bag in Kim Ping'an's confused eyes.

I would like to remind everyone here that you should try not to exchange mobile phone numbers with others in nightclubs, especially when you are just separated the next morning.

If you feel that someone is good and want to play chess with him (her) for a long time, you can ask for the other party’s mobile phone number, but it is best not to take the initiative to give your mobile phone number to the other party.

Because in this way you can temporarily take the initiative in the relationship between the two.

As for who will become a hot weapon on call in subsequent communication, it depends on which of you two has higher PUA skills.

After confirming that the phone number was correct, the hot girl smiled and pulled the messenger to the bathroom: "There are so many people here that they are not convenient to speak."

After the messenger left, only Kim Ping'an was left standing by the side of the platform. He looked around with confusion, like a miserable child who was taken to the amusement park by his elder brother and sister, and left alone.

He found that he could not help the messenger except to guide the way, so he could only watch.
Chapter completed!