Mr.president, you are too gentle

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Wang Sixin covered up his loss and alleviated the embarrassing atmosphere on the court.

For fear that Fu Xiaoxiao felt uncomfortable, he turned his head to her and said with a little apology, "my mother has been thinking that I'm going to get married recently. Don't care."

Although Fu Xiaoxiao is very uncomfortable, he feels a little strange. But I can only nod my head to show that I don't mind. However, there is still some embarrassment in my heart.

No longer want to stay alone in the kitchen, Fu Xiaoxiao casually found a reason and went home first.

The landlady was a little too conflicted just now and frightened the little girl. There was also some chagrin in his heart, but he also heard that Fu Xiaoxiao had no intention of his son.

Fu Xiaoxiao came forward and said goodbye. Naturally, he readily agreed. After all, I've eaten barbecue. There's no reason to stay.

Back home, it belongs to his own alone space. The familiar atmosphere makes Fu Xiaoxiao a lot easier. She breathed out a long breath. She just felt that it was not easy for her to fight wits and courage all day.

He looked at his watch. Time was running out. It was only an hour from work. After paying Xiaoxiao's two-day weekend, I just feel that my bones are a little lazy. I haven't prepared yet.

Then I hurried to dress up, took my cell phone and hurried to the bar.

On the way, I ran into a traffic jam. Fu Xiaoxiao arrived at the bar about five minutes before work. At this time, the number of bar guests has gradually increased, and there are a few well-dressed women sitting scattered on the bar.

Fu Xiaoxiao hurried through the crowd with a bag. Directly ran to the backstage, changed his clothes and came out. The bow tie was only played on the way.

In spite of this, he arrived at his post two minutes late. However, the colleagues on the side are familiar with it. Besides, Ding Beikang's management style is very laissez faire and modern. There is no such item as punch in.

Usually, everyone is a few minutes late. It's just a matter of shielding each other. Fu Xiaoxiao panted and ran to the bar. Bartender Jack had prepared a bloody mary for a beautiful woman on the bar.

"Sorry, I'm late in the traffic jam." because I'm in a hurry, Fu Xiaoxiao's breath is very urgent.

Jack is a young bartender in his twenties who also works as the lead singer of the band in the bar. Wearing black short sleeves, glittering left ear studs and silver gray hair, his face is particularly handsome and white.

His lifestyle has always been casual and relaxed. Although he looks uninhibited, he is actually the best person to get along with. Fu Xiaoxiao didn't talk much, but he learned things quickly. He helped himself. They gradually developed some tacit understanding.

He waved his hand casually. Jack said, "it's all right. It's only two minutes. You'll cut the lemon slices over there and scoop out some ice." he soon entered the working state.

Fu Xiaoxiao no longer grinds. He nods and says that he turns to the fridge to get lemons.

However, Fu Xiaoxiao on this side didn't even breathe well. Anna on the other side came over angrily in eight centimeter high heels.

Today, Anna wore a white suspender top with a black fishtail buttock skirt below, which showed that her waist was more slender.