C2 Give up

The waiter wore a black waistcoat, a white shirt, and some makeup. His eyes were so beautiful that it seemed as if they could release electricity.

Perhaps it was because the bar's wonderful atmosphere made me dizzy, but looking at the pretty waitress in front of me, I started to have fantasies.

Afraid that I would fall into the Path of Demon, he hurriedly retracted his gaze and said, "Beer is good enough."

"Yes sir."

Fortunately, the waiter didn't notice my helplessness. After replying to my question, he wriggled his slender waist like a water snake and left. I immediately started searching for the female producer in the bar.

I went with Little Fei when the cast was selecting actresses, and I met the producer at that time. To be honest, the producer is actually quite charming. I remember that she has long black hair and it looks messy but in reality, it is draped over her shoulders in an orderly manner.

She was wearing a black business suit with a shirt that was as white as snow. It was unknown whether she was doing it intentionally or not, but the top two buttons of the shirt were deliberately unbuttoned, and a pair of large hemispheres rose and fell with her breathing.

However, my heart is entirely filled with Little Fei, and I wouldn't be tempted by any woman from the start, so I didn't pay any more attention to her. I was looking for her now, with all the memories I had of her, among the men and women in the bar.

I'm not sure she'll actually come. I've just heard that she spends a lot of time here almost every Saturday, and most of the time she drinks too much before leaving. If I'm lucky, I should be able to meet her.

Suddenly, my eyes focused on a woman sitting at the bar.

The woman was wearing a red dress with her hair tied up in a bun. The dress was very low, and the two and a half spheres were exposed. Her facial features were very delicate, simply smeared with rouge and cosmetic powder. At this moment, she was alone, drinking alone from a glass of wine.

Her face was ruddy, probably from the alcohol.

There was a great difference in style between her and the first time I saw her. But after careful observation, I confirmed that she was the female producer!

The first time I saw her, she was a professional woman. At this moment, the one with her long hair tied up and wearing a fiery red dress gave off an absolutely seductive and sexy feeling.

I composed myself, picked up a bottle of beer and a glass, and strolled over.

I imagined a lot of ways to strike up a conversation with her, and as I paced the short distance and time, I continued to think of all sorts of ways to strike up a conversation.

Just as I was about to approach, a man suddenly appeared.

The man looked to be in his thirties, dressed in a suit. At first glance, he looked very orthodox, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were like hooks, constantly sweeping over the two hemispheres of the creator's body. The hunger in his eyes was absolutely direct, typical of a rogue.

"Beauty? Alone?" The man walked up to the producer before me, sat down on a chair to the side very naturally, and started talking to me.

I had to wait and see.

The producer raised his eyebrows, scanning the man in front of him in a second. After that, she continued to look down at the dark wine in the cup in front of her and replied, "Yes."

"Shall we have a drink and spend the night together? "Heh heh." This guy was clearly a hunting dog looking for food, yet he still wanted to act like a cultured person. Seeing him act like this really made people nauseous.

The producer's personality was quite good. He directly replied with a simple and violent word, "Scram!"

The man's expression changed drastically. He became furious and instantly tore off the veil covering his face. "You cousin! Why are you so arrogant!?" It is your honor to have this daddy fall in love with you, do you know that? "

The producer remained calm and said flatly, "It's my honor to be taken in by a disgusting dog? "Hehe."

The words of the producer sent the man into a complete rage. He actually raised his hand to hit me. Hearing my words, I instinctively shot over and grabbed the man's wrist.

After the man had recovered from his shock, his eyes glared at him. "What the f * ck are you doing?!"

"Can't begging make you angry? "Aren't you a little too unmanly?!" I threw him an absolutely contemptuous and sarcastic remark.

"F * ck, you don't need to care!" The man exploded into the sky again and kicked me, but he was not even close to me!

I reacted quickly, dodging one of his kicks, and then seized him by the leg. I pushed with both hands and flipped him to the ground.

A "pu tong" sound was followed by a miserable scream from the man.

I didn't give the man a chance to resist and directly stepped on his chest. I looked down on him and coldly snorted. "Do you believe that I can cut out your intestines with a single kick?!"

I've practiced this since I was young, and I'm not the one who boasts. In my hometown, in the eight villages, no one is my match!

The man was completely defeated and begged me for mercy. I didn't want to keep arguing with him, so I told him to scram. After the man covered his head and scurried away, I immediately pretended to be concerned and asked the producer, "Are you alright?"

I thought that I had appeared at the right time and that man was also my stepping stone. After helping me create a scene of a hero saving a beauty, this female producer would definitely fall for me in an instant.

The female producer raised her eyebrows just like how she did before. She glared at me in disdain before continuing to stare at the alcohol in her hands. Her tone of voice was filled with contempt as she said, "Your acting skills are a little too clumsy, hehe."

I was completely stunned by her words. Her acting skills, how clumsy? Heh heh, so this woman thinks of me and that man as a partner.

I can't be too hasty either, or she'll have to be even more certain that we're playing double.

Therefore, I pretended to be indifferent as I chuckled. "Think what you want. It's good as long as you're fine."

After saying that, I turned around confidently and sat back down, leisurely drinking my beer. I kept trying not to look in her direction, fearing that she would misunderstand me and defeat my plan. But from start to finish, she didn't come to me as I had expected.

After a long moment, she rose and walked out of the bar.

Now I was a little flustered. Did she really think I was in that guy's group? Or did she not like my type at all?

I wanted to go after him right away, but that would just be the opposite... After hesitating for a while, I finally gave up on my plan to hunt a beauty hunt today. I have to take things step by step and find another chance.