The woman lying on the wine table has long, healthy green hair and is wearing a white top. Her plump body is squeezing the table. There is a large wine glass in her hand, which is empty.
"Hello, Miss Maisel." Ringer walked to the table and greeted politely.
The woman on the table raised her head, her blue pupils were full of drunkenness, and her words were somewhat incoherent.
"Are you here to strike up a conversation with me? Hehe, you look pretty good. I don't hate you, but I just don't know what you're capable of."
The woman's gaze suddenly became obscene, and she glanced at Lin Ge's crotch.
No wonder there is a saying about drunken sex. Linger had always thought that this sentence was actually some kind of poor excuse, but when he saw the woman in front of him, he suddenly realized that this sentence was used to describe this kind of person.
Lin Ge looked a little helpless. Why would the guild boss hire such a woman to manage the warehouse? Not only did she drink in broad daylight, but she also talked freely. Can such a person really manage the wine warehouse well?
If he were the boss, he would never trust such a person to manage the wine.
But he still had to ask for information from this woman, so he had to be patient.
"Miss Maisel is indeed very charming, but that's not why I came here."
Frankly speaking, the woman in front of him was impeccable in terms of figure and appearance, but in terms of personality... Ringer didn't know what her real personality was like, but as far as the first impression was concerned, it really wasn't that good.
"Most men would say this when they talk to me, but their eyes are like the tongues of wild dogs. They want to lick every part of my body." Messer glanced at Ringer drunkenly, and suddenly felt a little surprised. . "But you've hidden it pretty well."
There seemed to be no such worldly desire in the eyes of the man in front of him.
Ringer found it a little funny. The wine warehouse manager seemed to be too confident in his charm.
"Hey, what do you mean by that mocking look in your eyes? It makes me want to beat you up."
Maisel's observation skills were very keen, which made Ringer begin to wonder whether she was really drunk or pretending to be drunk.
"Miss Maisel misunderstood. I really have no ulterior motives. I am very interested in fine wine and want to ask you about a kind of wine."
Mercer nodded.
"Yeah, I understand. If you do what I want, your methods are already better than 80% of men's."
What did she understand? Ling Ge was angry and funny, but as long as she could ask for information, she could figure out such details.
"Excuse me, where did you order the new wine 'Purple Fengfeng' in the store? I like the taste of this wine very much and want to get to know the master who brewed this top-quality wine." Ringer said in a sincere tone.
"Who are you? Why should I tell you?" Messer suddenly sat up straight and said tremblingly.
"Well, I can pay the necessary compensation."
"Bah!" Messer spat on the ground with a look of contempt on his face, "I don't want money."
Ringer's temples twitched slightly.
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you..." Mercer deliberately prolonged his voice, "make me happy."
Linge breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't sell his body for a piece of information. But after listening to Messer's request, he frowned again.
"Amusing you?"
"Yes, no matter what method you use, as long as you can make me happy, maybe I will tell you."
"Maybe?"
Maisel stuck out her tongue playfully like a girl, and was suspected of being feigned.
"You are really sensitive, okay, I promise, as long as you make me happy, I will definitely tell you."
Ringer felt dizzy for a while.
What a troublesome woman to make such an unreasonable request.
"How about it, do you want to agree? Many men want to please me, but they haven't had the chance yet." Messer's attitude was both showing off and provoking.
Lin Ge glanced at her and suddenly made a decision in his heart.
"good."
"Then let's start your performance. Are you going to take me out somewhere, or use sweet words to make me happy? Or give me a gift? I'm very picky..." The drunkenness on Maisel's face seemed to have completely disappeared, and he smiled. Staring at Lin Ge's serious and resolute handsome face.
A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of Ringer's mouth, full of confidence. When he turned his wrist, a crystal clear goblet appeared in his palm.
Maisel stared at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes brightening slightly.
"A very beautiful cup. Do you want to bribe me with this?"
Lin Ge shook his head. He was worried that this cunning woman would default on her debt. After all, whether she was happy or not was a very subjective matter. As long as she opened her red little mouth and said she was happy or not, he had no way to refute it. .
Therefore, he wanted to completely conquer her body and mind with the masterpiece he concocted by himself, so that she would not be able to say anything that did not mean what she said.
There is nothing more powerful than the finest wine to deal with this alcoholic addiction.
He holds the cup in his left hand, and his right hand is close to the mouth of the cup. The silver ring on his index finger rests gently on the edge of the cup. The clear and crystal purple wine flows from the ring and flows gently along the wall of the cup into the cup.
Soon, two-thirds of the transparent cup was filled with purple wine, and the wall of the cup looked like purple crystal against the backdrop of the wine.
The aroma of the wine floated into Maisel's nose, causing her green pupils to shrink slightly. The aroma was very similar to "Purple Smoked Wind", but it was richer and more pure. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
Even the guests at the nearby wine tables smelled the fragrance and cast curious glances.
A half-dog man with a keen sense of smell was even attracted from the other side of the guild hall. His black nose kept twitching, his tongue lolled around his mouth, and he stared longingly at the wine glass in Ringer's hand.
"Brother, what kind of wine is this? It smells so good. I have never smelled such a unique aroma. Can you let me have a sip? Just a small sip. I am willing to give you all the money I have." He took out a money bag from his arms.
"Go away, this is mine."
Mercer slapped the table with both hands, stood up from his seat suddenly, grabbed the wine glass from Ringer's hand, and gave the half-dog man a vicious look.
The half-dog man knew how powerful Messer was and dared not speak out in anger. He could only watch helplessly as she drank the glass of mysterious wine.
The moment Maisel took her first sip, she was captured by the mild and sweet taste. The smooth wine wrapped around the tip of her tongue, teasing her taste buds, making her reluctant to swallow.
But she was even more reluctant to put down the wine glass, so she could only swallow it reluctantly, letting more wine flow into her mouth.
The wine warmed by her mouth flowed into her throat and spread throughout her body. The warmth spread to every corner of her body. The warmth from the inside out brought a full sense of happiness.
She closed her eyes, and an endless sea of violet flowers seemed to appear before her eyes. She stood naked in the sea of flowers, and the warm wind blew her delicate body with the fragrance of flowers.
She couldn't help but run in the sea of flowers, laughing happily, laughing as she ran, as if she had regained the innocence of childhood.
The half-dog man looked at Messer who suddenly smiled stupidly. His completely selfless expression seemed to fall into the highest realm, which made him even more eager.
"Brother, do you still have... I have a cousin who is very cute. I can introduce her to you."
He added additional rewards. He knew that some men in the human race had a soft spot for girls with animal ears. If he hadn't been the alpha male, he would have used himself as a bargaining chip.
