"Pink Lady Cocktail is a cocktail specially prepared for women. The famous Pink Lady Cocktail is like a lady wearing a pink dress. She is not on the other side of the water, out of reach, but warm and by your side. Swaying her intoxicating charm."
Before An Song could answer, he saw the shareholder speaking first, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and then said with a half-smile:
"Of course, there is a code word for Pretty in Pink. Do these two elegant ladies know it?"
An Song exchanged glances with Jin Molan, pretending not to know anything, smiled slightly, and didn't say much.
I saw the man being smart and said, "That's it... you are young girls who are just in love, waiting for a beautiful person like me to pick you up."
Jin Molan put his hand gently on his chest, looked at An Song, and raised his eyebrows slightly: What should I do, I'm about to feel sick.
An Song: I'm not much better, how about we give him a beating?
Jin Molan: It's not impossible, but this is a public place, and it doesn't seem appropriate to actually attack him.
An Song: That's it, bear with me. I'll go out in a while and give him a good beating.
The man didn't understand the eye contact between the two people. He sat naturally between An Song and Jin Molan.
And he greasyly continued: "In addition to this kind of wine, do you like other flavors? I am the shareholder of this bar, and I can give you everything you want to drink."
When An Song heard this, his eyes stayed on the man's finger for a few seconds, and he quickly saw traces of a ring on the man's finger.
But he didn't wear a ring.
How could missionaries like An Song and Jin Molan, who often wandered around in such situations, not understand this man's state?
There is a gentle and virtuous wife at home, but she still comes out to steal fishy garbage at night.
They usually have their own ways of dealing with garbage.
Then, I saw An Song supporting his chin with one hand, suddenly smiling brightly, and then said slowly:
"Do you like a margarita? Can I buy you a margarita?"
Hearing this, the man's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at An Song with some joy.
In his opinion, if a beautiful woman takes the initiative to invite her to drink, that means she is interested in him.
He knew that it was impossible for him not to attract beautiful women, and no one could refuse a perfect man like him.
"Of course." The man smiled and then looked at the bartender.
The bartender reminded the man while making drinks: "What Margaret means is that there is an old love in my heart, please don't come near me."
After the man understood, his expression changed slightly, but he shook his head and said, "I don't think the little beauty really meant that."
An Song smiled, this man was really cowardly, he was afraid that his death would not be thorough enough.
Jin Molan tapped his fingers lightly on the table and tilted his head to look at An Song: You gave him a hint that he was seeking death on his own, so... you really can't blame us, right?
An Song blinked and smiled meaningfully, obviously he couldn't blame us.
After the bartender prepared the margarita, he pushed it in front of the man.
In order to show his erudition, the man held the wine glass and said with a smile in front of An Song and Jin Molan:
"The origin of the Blue Margarita has a poignant love story. This cocktail once won the 1949 National Cocktail Competition, and its creator was Jane Durresa of Los Angeles. Twenty years after winning the A few years later, Durresa told the story of the cocktail during an interview.
It turns out that Margaret is the name of his deceased lover. In 1926, Durresa fell in love with Margaret in Mexico. While the two were out hunting, Margaret was shot and died in his arms. Jane Duresa was depressed from then on. In order to commemorate her lover, she named her award-winning work after her. Salt is needed to prepare this kind of wine. It is said that Margaret liked to eat salty things during her lifetime..."
Hearing this, An Song raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a chuckle: "This story is so sad. It's a pity that most men in this world are not so dedicated. Otherwise, why would there be so many carnivorous men and women in this bar?"
The man understood An Song's hint, and boldly leaned towards him, and then said: "Yes...it is true that there are not so many dedicated men...but, I think love is just a kind of fun." It’s exciting. We don’t have to care too much about other people’s opinions, as long as we enjoy a passionate period, isn’t that enough?”
"That seems to be the truth." An Song smiled, and then gently rubbed his fingers on the edge of his wine glass.
Then, he added: "Then... I think we'll have a big game later to make tonight even more special. Do you have this idea?"
The man's eyes almost burst into flames, of course he had this idea!
Moreover, he felt that his whole body and mind were being excited.
With two beauties playing with him all of a sudden, he will definitely be the envy of everyone tonight.
Indeed, when the man drank with An Song and Jin Molan, many people there were already jealous:
"What are you doing? These two beauties are too flirtatious, so you fell into the trap just like that?"
"You have to know that those are new faces. Generally new faces are easier to tease. We are still too young..."
"If I had known they were so easy to tease, I would have gone over immediately and captured those two beauties directly."
"Next time, let's wait until they're done playing."
"Tsk, tsk, others have worn old shoes countless times, do we still need to wear them? You are fools, I am not that stupid. I will never wear such old shoes."
"What are you talking about old shoes? They are shiny and beautiful no matter how you look at them. Why are you coming out to play? What are you doing so seriously!"
The men said something to each other. In addition to jealousy, there were also malicious speculations and comments about women, which actually made some women present very unhappy.
But after all, there were more men here. Although the girls were dissatisfied with their comments, they still did not express it.
However, Ye Xinglan in the darkness put down his wine glass, glanced at his brother who had lowered his presence before, and said with a smile:
"Second brother, don't tell me that you are angry?"
Ye Xingtong looked at An Song expressionlessly and said in a deep tone: "Why am I angry? There is no need to be angry about things that have nothing to do with me."
Hearing this, Ye Xinglan became even more sure that his second brother was unhappy.
Maybe others don't understand his second brother, but Ye Xinglan knows very well that this cold guy is actually very simple...
Whoever his eyes follow is in his world...
