Evil Master

"Thank you just now." The woman's eyes flow, looking at Duan Hongdao. Duan Hongxian had little contact with women, but she was a little shy. If Wu re saw him, he would scold him for being hypocritical, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and peeping at the white widow's daughter taking a bath. He never blushed. Duan Hongxian said, "no, we are all neighbors. We should help each other." Duan Hong felt that this was the most hypocritical thing he had ever said. If it was a man who had been beaten, he would not have gone up to help. The woman's eyes were a little red. She didn't seem to recover from what she had just done. She said, "do you have time?" When a beautiful woman pitifully asks a man if he has time, 99% of the men will answer yes. Even if they have a very important meeting to hold, it will be postponed immediately. Otherwise, there would be no allusion to warlord drama. As for the one percent of men who are sultry and seriously lack self-confidence, they are eager to be with beautiful women, and they doubt whether this is true. Duan Hong naturally calculated the former, for such a standard beauty, no one would refuse, simply said: "yes." Women smile, face such as peach blossom in March, said: "I know there is a good coffee shop, can accompany me?" Duan Hongxin said it's very capable. However, the surface of a reserved cable, and finally said: "good."—— The coffee shop is simple and decorated with the flavor of English royal family. As long as you enter, you will feel that your identity has been elevated instantly. It men in the business district not far from Nancheng community often stay here, with a notebook in front of them, wearing gold rimmed glasses and suits. They look like successful people. They seem to be staring at the computer seriously, but the eyes behind the glasses can emit green light. They constantly stay on the women walking around, and seriously ask what underwear the women are wearing and what brand of bra they are wearing. Duan Hong's arrival makes such a man struggle. He even wears cheap jeans, three purple shirts with ten yuan on the floor, and a pair of rustic monk shoes at his feet. How can such a person enter such a high-end coffee shop? What's more hateful is that there is a beautiful woman beside him. That woman seems to like such a man very much. The man with glasses thought to himself, is the beauty's hobby changing now? He doesn't like the successful people and likes the little losers? If so, I'll try to buy the stall next time——