Kung Fu Soldier King

Jiang Qianhe couldn't help but straighten his chest, and the men around him were respected here, which made the woman's natural vanity infinitely satisfied.

Xiao Yan let her two bulging bombs shake a little. In order not to violate the company's regulations, Xiao Yan coughed and approached the Queen's bar with a clear face.

"Hello, Ninth master... Please... Ninth master, come and play..."

After entering the bar, the regulars and the staff of the bar who played here politely nodded hello to Xiao Yan. Jiang Qianhe finally felt something wrong.

"Uncle Jiu, these people seem to know you. Do you often come here to play?" Jiang Qianhe thought it was just that the waiter knew Xiao Yan. Unexpectedly, everyone here was in awe of Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan thought a little and thought that he might have moved here. His performance was so wonderful that he conquered everyone. As for his fame in the first World War on the road, he doesn't know yet.

"Maybe they think I'm too handsome." Xiao Yan explained to Jiang Qianhe, and then Jiang Qianhe looked right.

When they heard that the ninth master was coming, the people in the bar stood up and made a respectful gesture of welcome.

"Who is this? What a big look."

"I don't know, but you see everyone stands up. If you don't stand up, be careful to be beaten."

"You two silly beeps, this is the newly rising Xiao Jiuye. He killed half of the tiger Gang alone. If you have the courage, just sit still."

"Shit, it's so cruel. I admire such people."

“……”

That's how the fame spread and the momentum was created. Anyway, Xiao Yan enjoyed the treatment of a big man leaving the factory.

Of course, it's only limited to the Queen's bar, because he has been here several times and has done it. There are many people who know him. In other places, it may not be so popular.

Jiang Qianhe was very happy. He said to the bartender next to him, "today, the ninth master is happy. Everyone is open to drink. The ninth master has reserved the venue."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan coughed awkwardly and whispered to Jiang Qianhe, "I don't bring much money today. How can I charter the show?"

"Don't worry, there's me." Jiang Qianhe opened his small bag, a lot of gold cards in it, took out one and handed it to the bartender.

After the bartender took the card away, a moment later, the music stopped on the stage and the lights lit up. Everyone looked at the host in the middle. The DJ scolded. She was playing hi.

"Tonight, the ninth master is the exclusive venue!" the host lit up with the gold card, and then howled with the carnival sound under the stage.

After the crowd reveled for a moment, the host raised his hand and pressed it appropriately, and then said loudly, "don't ask the ninth master why, because the ninth Master said, he's fucking happy today."

It has to be said that people who work at night have their own set. The atmosphere soon reached the top. Men and women with wine glasses kept coming to worship Xiao Yan. Many girls also took two football balls to arch at Xiao Yan.

Jiang Qianhe regretted a little. He pushed away several cheeky beauties and took Xiao Yan to the corner to sit down.

Seeing Xiao Yan's face full of displeasure, she thought Xiao Yan love chatting with those beautiful women, explaining: "nine uncle, they are all covered with inferior perfume, I'm afraid you smell too much sick."

"Chihiro, don't be my Lord in the future, will you?" Xiao Yan solemnly said to Jiang Chihiro. When the host raised Jiang Qianhe's card and said that Jiuye was the sole venue, Xiao Yan, like all men, had a bad feeling in his heart.

It's not that Xiao Yanbao can't start, nor is he reluctant to give up. Instead, he spends women's money, which makes him a man of male chauvinism very uncomfortable.

Jiang Qianhe was self-conscious and impolite. He quietly stuck out his tongue, nodded meekly, and said, "Uncle nine, I know. I won't do it in the future."

Xiao Yan naturally doesn't care about his employer, and Jiang Qianhe's submissive attitude makes him feel a little funny and a little sense of achievement.

When they first met, Jiang Qianhe was unruly and willful. He wished Xiao Yan would be killed by a car when he went out. Now it's better to stick it all on Xiao Yan. I wish I could become Xiaobai and be held by Xiao Yan every day.

This reminds Xiao Yan of a play he saw in Europe. It is Shakespeare's taming the shrew. Although the shrew in the play is much hotter than Jiang Qianhe, the changes before and after are somewhat similar.

Life is really like a play. Whether the result is comedy or tragedy depends on how you interpret it.

As soon as the bartender put the wine on the table, there was a sound of falling cups in the card seat next to him. There was also a high voice yelling at the waiter.

"Who the fuck asked you to bring it here? What shit ninth master? I don't know him. I don't drink his wine." with a scream, the waiter had been kicked to Xiao Yan's card seat.

Several bartenders hurried to help others, while Xiao Yan turned his head and looked at the card seat next to him.

"When we just came in, these people didn't stand up, uncle nine, beat them." Jiang Qianhe knew that Xiao Yan was powerful. He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and added vinegar to Xiao Yan's ears.

There are four people sitting in the next card seat, three men and one woman. The leading man is about thirty-five or six years old. On the one hand, his eyebrows are horizontal and his skin is slightly dark. He looks calm, but his bones are cruel and spicy.

The other two men, one is a big man with a bald head of nearly two meters, and the other is a handsome Western hybrid with golden oblique bangs.

Finally, the woman is very beautiful. The black leather long windbreaker is open. There are only small bra and shorts in it. Other places are tender and white. The figure is also very slim, and the upper circumference also has the scale of Jiang Qianhe.

Moreover, the beauty wore a ponytail, slightly powdered, and her whole face was very beautiful. It was really beautiful. Only the sharp eyes make people feel that they will die if they can see her eyes, which adds a bit of coldness.

It was the bald big man who hit the man. His voice was thick and bright. He was about to get out of the card seat and continue to find the bartender.

Suddenly the leading man in his thirties coughed, and then said to the big man, "second, come back."

The big man snorted unhappily. Although he was reluctant, he went back.