Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

Although she has never been in a bar, she can swear to God that she really has no curiosity about the bar!

No matter how much struggle you have, you still have to go in. It's daytime, not when the bar is the busiest. There are a few people sitting on the card table, two people, there is no need to go to the box, only under the guidance of the waiter. Down, I found a clean place to sit down on the second floor.

Liu Weiwei looked at this bar. As mentioned in this bar novel, Fang Anchen's brothers often visit.

In a completely unfamiliar place, Liu Weiwei was a little cautious.

"Would you like something to drink?" Fang Anchen asked.

"juice."

Two people have one juice and one warm water, which is seriously inconsistent with the atmosphere of this bar.

Fang Anchen is not a talkative person, not even Liu Weiwei. Naturally, there is nothing to say between the two. Liu Weiwei sips the juice while looking at the activities of the people on the first floor at will.

The phone rang.

"Hey...Where are you?...Okay."

Fang Anchen dropped the phone and met Liu Weiwei's gaze, "I have something wrong, you are waiting for me here."

"Yeah." Liu Weiwei nodded.

Sitting on the seat, she watched the other person get up and leave, until the back completely disappeared from her vision, she took her gaze back.

On the stage on the first floor, someone was holding a guitar and singing, Liu Weiwei listened to the song quietly, waiting for Fang Anchen.

Fifteen minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours, Liu Weiwei watched the phone time more and more frequently. If she changed the occasion, she would probably think she was let go.

Putting the phone away, looking at the stage below, the singers changed one after another, and the light in the bar was dim and there was no way to notice the passage of time.

A glass of wine was placed on the glass table, and the collision between the glass and the glass made a clear sound.

Liu Weiwei turned his head and looked over, only to see a man half-bent, with a self-righteous smile on his face, "Miss, please drink this glass of wine."

"Thank you, I don't know how to drink." Liu Weiwei refused coldly.

The man smiled and wanted to sit opposite Liu Weiwei.

As soon as the man sat down, Liu Weiwei's cold voice sounded, "There is someone at your position."

The man was still a gentleman, did not entangle, stood up straight again, and shrugged at Liu Weiwei, "It's a pity."

Liu Weiwei nodded at the man, looked back to the stage on the first floor, always holding his own juice in his hand, and gently attached one hand to the mouth of the juice glass when he looked at the stage.

The man left, but the glass of wine was left on the table by the man.

I haven't eaten pork, and I've seen pigs run, bars, and accident-prone areas. If it weren't for Fang Anchen's sake, she would never have stepped in in her life.

At eight o'clock in the evening, according to Fang Anchen's departure, it was almost 4 hours. There were more people in the bar, the colored lights flickered, and the people who came up with each other came one after another.

Liu Weiwei put the juice cup into her mouth, took a sip, glanced across the table, she couldn't even name the six glasses of wine in different colors.

Looking at the time displayed on the phone, Liu Weiwei lowered his eyes slightly, Liu Weiwei sneered, Fang Anchen, Fang Anchen, you can always make me clearly understand that you are just my employer when I am about to treat you as a friend.

On the stage, a beautiful woman sang a lingering song, and the bar lights dimmed. Liu Weiwei looked at the beautiful woman singing on the stage with glamorous makeup. The red tube top skirt wrapped her bumpy figure, the naked white skin. I don't know how many hungry wolves' eyes were caught by the skin.