Chapter 53

At this time, it is not the peak of night life. There are few people in the singing hall, which seems a little lonely. Pop songs are playing on the TV in the lobby.

"Who are you looking for?" At the gate of the singing hall, the welcoming lady, wearing a red cheongsam, glanced at Xu wanwan. I don't think she's here to spend. She's very indifferent.

"I'm here to deliver pickled vegetables. It's reserved in the golden age."

"Are the guests in the private room in the golden age here?" The receptionist looks at the front desk attendants.

"Here we are." Someone answered.

"Then take this little sister. She's here to bring them pickles."

"Come with me." A waiter nodded to Xu wanwan and turned to walk towards the private room area.

Xu wanwan twisted two bags of pickled vegetables to follow him.

The waiter knocked on the door of the private room: "Hello, waiter."

Someone came and opened the door. It was a boy who looked like a fool. At first glance, he was a rich second generation of dandy: "we didn't call service."

As he spoke, he looked at Xu wanwan with bright eyes.

The waiter said, "this little sister is here to send you stewed vegetables."

"Stewed vegetables?" Boy Zheng for a while, suddenly think of something, the corners of the mouth evoke a trace of evil smile, he waved to Xu Wanye, "come in."

The waiter pushed the door of the private room open for Xu wanwan. Xu wanwan twisted two bags of pickles into the private room.

The light in the private room was dim. One was singing. The rest of the people were sitting on the sofa laughing. Xu was standing in the middle of the room with pickled vegetables. Everyone looked at her as if she were watching a monkey play.

"Just her."

"It's average."

"I'm brave enough to touch..."

Everyone's low voice came faintly. Xu wanwan just wants to leave after delivering the pickles and settling the bill, and turns a deaf ear to these whispers. Besides, because of the sound of music, she couldn't really hear it. She wasn't sure if she was talking about her.

However, the atmosphere in the private room is very secretive, but it's true.

Especially the way they looked at her was full of irony.

Xu wanwan put the bag on the tea table, looked at the people on the sofa and asked, "the stewed vegetables are here. Please check them."

She said, eyes suddenly set in a place, she saw ye meihui, Xu ruohuan sitting beside her, two people smile at her, eyes full of banter.

Xu wanwan's heart suddenly sank and suddenly understood what was going on.

"Who counts?" Sitting on the sofa, a girl sneered, "who ordered pickles?"

"No All hands out.

"How can we order such low-grade food as pickled vegetables?"

"That is, we won't eat three no products. Little sister, you can't be sent to the wrong place. "

"I'm good-looking. Stay and play with us. Maybe we'll buy your pickles." A boy came to Xu wanwan and reached out to touch her chin.

Xu wanwan avoided and reached for the two bags of pickles: "no one ordered them, so I left."

When she was ready to leave, Xu ruohuan said, "Xu wanwan, who are you going to sell the stewed vegetables to now? It's dark. I don't think it's in the freezer. I'll sell it tomorrow morning. It turns out that the pickles you sell are not fresh. "

"All the stewed dishes in our family are fresh on the same day." Xu wanwan looks at Xu ruohuan coldly.