Although this woman is very good-looking, she is not Luan Bingran.

But since he is so handsome, he should attract women's attention.

Since all the customers were here, Chen Zhao looked at the bartender and pointed at the bar.

Okay, he is a veteran!

The bartender was used to this kind of scene. He took out a square cup from the bar and put some ice cubes in it.

The woman said: "Add three yuan."

Chen Zhao didn't say much, poured the wine, clinked the glasses, and took a sip gently.

The woman also took a sip of wine.

Chen Zhao asked casually: "It seems that you have a good drinking capacity. There are few girls who drink like you?"

"When men and work are both unreliable, you can only rely on alcohol." The woman smiled and was obviously a master of conversation.

"Hey. It seems that today I met a female classmate who has a story to tell. I especially like to listen to other people's stories." Chen Zhao called to the bartender: "Here's a glass of sparkling water."

The sparkling water was brought over. The woman was very satisfied with Chen Zhao's actions, so she followed the topic and said, "I found that you have two particularly good advantages."

"First, you didn't ask me about my zodiac sign. That was a really bad opening."

"What about the second one?"

"Second, you at least act like a good listener and make people want to talk to you."

Chen Zhao took a breath, put one arm on the bar, and looked at the woman with a profound look in his eyes: "Do you know why a man and a woman lose the ability to listen to each other after a fixed relationship lasts for a long time?"

The woman's right hand was clenched into a pink fist and placed on her cheek, looking very seductive. She shook her head gently, her eyes showing confusion, expressing that she didn't know.

"This is the result of the evolution of natural laws. In this process, men will gradually lose the ability to hear high notes, and women will gradually lose the ability to hear low notes. Perhaps it is because they lose mutual resistance that they can grow old together..."

The more the woman listened, the more blurred her eyes became.

The more the bartender listened, the more he admired him.

He obviously has an honest face, but he is very good at picking up girls. I'm afraid he can take this woman away if he works harder.

After finishing a glass of wine, Chen Zhao looked at the time, glanced at the door of the bar, looked back at the blurred expression in the woman's eyes, and said, "Sorry, my girlfriend is here."

The woman was startled, her eyes glazed over for a moment, and she didn't know what to say.

There was chatting and laughing a moment ago, and progress was brisk.

The next second he said he was not interested.

This is a joke!

"Sorry for wasting your time."

Chen Zhao smiled and said to the bartender: "This lady's consumption just now will be charged to my account."

If the wine poured from your bottle and the sparkling water you asked for are not on your account, then whose account is on it?

The woman looked at him with a complicated expression and left.

Even the bartender was confused and came up to him and said, "Brother, you're a bit anticlimactic."

Chen Zhao smiled: "I just like to make sharp turns."

The bartender glanced at the woman who returned to the booth with an unhappy look on her face: "You're not really waiting for your girlfriend, are you?"

"I'm just not interested in her."

You're still chatting so happily when you're not interested?z

The bartender smiled and continued to wipe the goblet with the high cotton cloth.

There are all kinds of people in bars, and there are people who catch fish and throw them away.

Nothing surprising.

Chen Zhao held the square cup and shook it slowly. Hearing the sound of ice cubes hitting the wall of the cup, he noticed a person coming in from the corner of his eye.

A young girl, wearing a red and white plaid long-sleeved shirt, her whole body clean and almost no accessories visible.

After entering the bar, I took a look at the environment and walked straight over to sit on a high stool.

"Have a glass of lemonade."

"Thanks."

Luan Bingran took a few sips from the cup, looked at the female musician singing on the stage, then looked around and then turned her eyes around Chen Zhao's face.

Of course Chen Zhao would not look at her at this time, but stared at the wine glass indifferently, listening to the crisp voice, and then took a sip after a moment.

This action is very common, almost all the men in the bar are doing it.

But for some reason, it seems that only this man's movements are the noblest and most elegant.

It was as if he was not sitting in front of her tasting wine, but sitting under the peach blossom tree in March in the south of the Yangtze River, surrounded by petals...

Luan Bingran looked at the man with curiosity for a while, and felt that this man was a little special, so she moved forward and struck up a conversation: "What do you believe?"

Chen Zhao said: "My surname is Yu."

"I mean, what do you believe?"

"I don't believe anything."

"Don't all people have to believe in something? For example, if you believe in Buddhism, Taoism, gods, and ghosts, it's okay to believe in your wife."

Chen Zhao took a sip of wine and said calmly: "I'm divorced."

Luan Bingran said: "I'm sorry."

Chen Zhao waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter: "You little girl are so funny? You come up and ask others what they believe."

"This may be due to the nature of my work."

"I would like to ask, what do you do?"

"Oh, I am an employee of a public welfare hospice organization, and I will be handing out leaflets on this street tonight." Luan Bingran handed a leaflet to Chen Zhao while speaking.

Chen Zhao looked at the word "redemption" written in capital letters and said, "I'm already dying, but I can still be redeemed. That's great. How about you redeem me?"

"Why, are you dying too?"

"Why else would my wife divorce me? Why would I come here to drink?" Chen Zhao drank the wine in one breath and pointed to the bottle: "Such a bottle of wine is worth more than a thousand, what do I do?

Why do I have to drink such expensive wine? It’s because the doctor told me to have a good attitude and eat and drink well.”

"sorry."

Chen Zhao waved his hand again, pointed at the flyer in front of him and said, "Have you finished distributing these?"

Luan Bingran shook her head: "I feel thirsty just halfway through. Come in and have something to drink."

He would come down this street to hand out flyers, and when he was thirsty he would go to the bar to drink.

The routine is deep.

To be honest, those who need hospice care in this kind of territory are from wealthy families.

It is also a goal of hospice organizations.

If you have no money, no matter how painful you are, you don't even have the money to buy a shot of Demerol, the hospice organization will not care for you.

Otherwise, why not move the business to towns?

There are more people out there who want hospice care.

Chen Zhao smiled and pointed at the flyers: "Let me hand out the flyers for you. It will also give you something to do, so you won't have to lie in bed and think about it."

Luan Bingran thought about it seriously. Regardless of whether he was telling the truth or lies, she had no loss anyway.

"Thank you very much."

After watching Chen Zhao chatting and joking with the girl for a while without even inviting her to drink a glass of wine, the girl followed Chen Zhao out.

Tsk tsk, master, what a master!

This girl is young and beautiful, and is indeed more attractive to men than the woman with thick makeup just now.

If it were the bartender himself, he would know how to choose!

Who would have known that Chen Zhao went out with his front foot and came in with his back foot, bringing with him four women who were very sensitive at first glance.

Huh?

The bartender was stunned.
Chapter completed!