Chapter 32 Man in floral skirt 1

The sun has been hanging in the sky all day, with no intention of coming down at all.

The heat of the dog days can steam eggs, and even cicadas are so hot that they make no sound.

The Bianhua flowers outside Tianyi's courtyard wall were in full bloom one after another, so red that they seemed to be able to burn someone to death.

A graceful girl, wearing a large floral skirt from the 1980s, walked into Taoyuan Road with her butt twisted.

The holes in the fishnet stockings were filled with the running hair of her legs, and the soles of the old-fashioned high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound.

A pair of orchid fingers flying up and down danced a hairless fan, and a dry hairy dog ​​was stuck in the fake bun on the top of her head.

Just like walking on the Hollywood star street, the woman gracefully waved her hands to the surrounding crowd as she walked, and sometimes blew kisses.

Flashlights kept shining around him, and people's faces showed surprise and sarcastic smiles.

"Coming, coming, coming..."

"Every team has an idea, each team has an idea. The target is walking down the bridge. There are more than 20 reporters surrounding him. It has attracted the attention of the diners!"

After hearing the report from his subordinates on the walkie-talkie, Xiaomao finally jumped down from the wall, thinking that this thing would be useful for group calls.

Xi Mao said, "Boss, someone has appeared. Is it a disaster or not?"

Tianyi said, "Are you wearing a skirt?"

Erpi said, "It's worn. He must have taken out all the things his grandma packed at the bottom of the box!"

Tianyi said, "Let it go..."

"okay………………"

Xi Mao jumped off the wall and walked towards Peach Blossom Street with a smile.

"What are you looking at? There are things around you. Why don't you look at them? Are you looking outside?"

Snapped……………

A red five-finger mountain appeared on a fat man's face.

"Oh... these big blood-red lips, you're a monster!"

A middle-aged woman who was as fat as a hippopotamus shivered in the dog days of summer as she looked at the sultry moon.

"Is this the shemale that Peach Blossom Street invited back from Thailand? Is there any new drama to be performed today?"

A few bald old men with missing teeth were drinking and licking their skewers while looking at Yan Yue's long hairy legs with a leering look.

Facing the chattering diners, Yan Yue was intoxicated in her own performance art world as if walking through the air, constantly changing her walking posture and assuming various weird shapes.

One moment it was Marilyn Monroe with her skirt blown up by the wind, the other moment it was Vivien Leigh missing her lover in The Blue Bridge, and the next moment it was Audrey Hepburn wandering in front of the window of Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Yanyue seems to regard Peach Blossom Street as the T stage of Paris Fashion Week, and her walk is sonorous and powerful.

Tianyi, who was hiding in the old peach tree and looking at the scenery, couldn't hold back her joy.

"Boss... you're just sitting on a tree branch enjoying yourself, why don't you go down and greet Mr. Xu?"

Xiao Mao burst into laughter on the intercom.

"I see that he performed very well. Don't discourage him and let him play more!"

Tianyi smiled and threw two peanuts into his mouth.

"Let him step on high heels and walk around the ten-mile peach blossom street that never sleeps?"

Xi Mao stood under the peach tree, drinking a big green stick and holding a walkie-talkie, watching the charming Yan Yue pass by him.

"Give the old NPCs a holiday today. Let them all come to Peach Blossom Street to drink. The money for the drinks is mine. Let Lemon play some exciting music and let our Mr. Xu move to the music!"

Tianyi happily picked up a roasted lamb leg and took a big bite.

"Okay..."

Xiaomao clutched his cramped stomach and went looking for lemons.

Under the background of European and American electronic music, 10-mile Peach Blossom Street ushered in its first wave of overflow.

People are bumping into each other, people are crowding, and people are sticking to each other. The food street has turned into a wild paradise. One night's drinking is equivalent to one month's income. The stall owners are so happy that they are grinning from ear to ear. The diners are so happy that they are forgetful. A few of them were out of breath laughing.