The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 408 423: He was a mistake when he was young (3)

The waiter, who was kicked hard by this uncertain man for no reason, fell to the ground and wanted to cry.

A pair of eyes were soaked red with tears that did not dare to fall.

Now she is still being pointed at and scolded at her, and she is even more arrogant.

The ones on the side are friends from King's Landing at work, as well as those directors, assistant directors or producers who I knew before.

They all came out to stabilize him one after another, and persuaded him to calm down. As for the waitress on the ground, after getting the reward she should have, she still left the box crying.

"Jun Dong, Jun Dong calm down, calm down, she's new here and doesn't know how to behave, if there is something wrong with her service, I hope you can forgive me."

In the end, even the manager of the bar showed up, just to prevent these uncles from venting their anger in their boxes in the future.

They are desperate to say nice things.

Jun Lin was half drunk, and his head ached from the message Song Qianqian sent just now. Whenever someone touched him, he immediately pushed him away.

"roll!"

He just threw a word to the manager in a very cold manner, but the manager didn't dare to stay any longer, and rolled out in a hurry.

The other waiters came over with several glasses of red wine, nodded and bowed to open them with corkscrews.

"Come, come, Jun Dong, drink and drink, don't let insignificant people and insignificant things dampen our interest in drinking."

The man poured a glass of red wine for Jun Lin, and Jun Lin himself was so angry that he drank it sullenly as soon as he took it.

Then, not knowing where it provoked him again, he squinted his scarlet eyes, stared at a certain place in the box, and kicked all the red wine bottles in front of him to the ground, creating a mess again.

"Who the hell asked you to draw rose flowers, who asked you to draw rose flowers on the wall of the box, he wants to die, right?"

The red wine glass in his hand was smashed to the ground by him, and it was torn apart.

Several people were sweating coldly on their backs, and hurriedly explained: "Jun Dong, that, that is a blooming rose, not a rose flower, not..."

"Who the hell told you not to draw roses and roses, huh?" Jun Lin angrily grabbed the collar of the speaker, looking like he was fighting.

The person who was arrested was also helpless. This painting of rose flowers is not good, and it is not good to not paint. How can I do it.

It is said that Jun Dong's temperament has changed a lot since he took office. He didn't believe it at first, but now that he saw it, he believed it!


Song house.

"This milk really tastes like the one you gave me before."

Song Manxi wasn't thirsty, so she just took a sip of her drink and started chatting with Song Qianqian.

"I remember, sister, you have always liked to drink milk. It has been a long time. How did you develop this habit?"

Song Qianqian lowered her eyes and glanced at the glass of warm milk in her hand, reflecting her face.

Those eyes were full of unconcealable sadness.

"It's been a long time. I remember when I was in college and just entered the entertainment industry, I was exhausted from running the crew all day long." She lifted the glass up, and the light shone on it, shining brightly.

She smiled slightly: "One time, King's Landing came to see me and said that my face was too pale. He advised me not to be so tired. At that time, my uncle had just promised me a year, a year. For a place where the replacement is very fast, it is just a matter of a moment, and some people will lose everything if they relax a little bit. So I can't relax, and I agreed with him, but I still go my own way."

"He sent a message and told me many times, but I pretended I didn't see it. Someone delivered two boxes of milk the next day."

"It was given by him, and I got into the habit of drinking it, but then the brand of milk disappeared, and I tried many brands later, but it was no longer the original taste."

(End of this chapter)