Once they entered the bar, the turbid and noisy air a.s.saulted their senses. The laughter of men and women interweaved merrily within Youlan's bar, making it extremely lively.

If it was a regular customer who came to Youlan's Bar often, they would know that there was a unique scenery here. It was a woman.

Almost every day, she would sit at a corner of the bar, quietly looking at the door, as if she had been waiting for something. Her gaze was gentle yet indifferent, attracting people unknowingly, as if she possessed some kind of magic.

The main reason why Youlan's Bar was able to stand out in the streets of bars was because of this woman. It would not be an exaggeration to say that even if one did not see what a woman looked like, just by her eyes alone, half of the guests came daily to take a look at her.

After a long time, it became a forbidden area that no one dared to set foot in.

Therefore, everyone began to guess the ident.i.ty of the woman. Those who were slightly more attentive discovered that the woman never seemed to have paid the bill at the bar, nor had she left her seat. Those who were slightly more careful discovered that the woman never seemed to have paid at the bar, nor had she left her seat.

Everyone started to suspect if this woman was the owner of the bar, and Youlan had become her code name.

However, in the past two days, the woman had become different. Her face was still covered by the white veil, and was still in her original position. She was still elegantly enjoying a c.o.c.ktail, but her eyes were no longer expectant.

Under the dim light, the bartender was gently swaying his body, elegantly mixing a multicolored c.o.c.ktail. He flickered with rapid neon light, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. The music was so loud that it nearly shook the deaf's ears.

There was only a lonely figure, drinking cup after cup without any image.

At this moment, Youlan seemed to only have this lonely figure in her eyes.

"Do you guys think that Miss Youlan, who has been sitting here watching the entire time, is waiting for someone? I always felt her eyes told me she was waiting for a man. " Since they had nothing better to do, the few men downed a few cups of yellow soup before starting to discuss the matter again.

"Tsk, enough of this, brat. He's already so much older, and his child is already in primary school, yet he still looks so young. But I could tell she was waiting for someone. Do you remember what happened before? Miss Youlan had once taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with a man before, and it was only for a few words, before he returned to his seat in disappointment.

However, there's one thing that's strange, the men that Miss Youlan talked to are not particularly handsome, but instead have a decadent and slovenly temperament. I'm not willing to believe that Miss Youlan's man is that kind of thing, if it's true, then everyone here would probably be much stronger than that man. "

It was not only these gossipy guys, as soon as Youlan moved, all the men's gazes in the entire bar were almost attracted at this moment. All of their gazes s.h.i.+fted towards the corner at the same time.

She gracefully walked to the front of a man and sat down gently. Her actions gave people a comfortable and provocative feeling. Looking at the absent-minded man who was gulping down wine, she slowly said, "This young man, can you buy me a drink?"

Qin Hao raised his head, glanced at the beautiful young lady who had suddenly appeared, and shook his head: "I'm not in the mood, and I don't have money. If you want to drink, call for yourself, or buy me a drink.

Puff!

Many of the men in the bar felt like spitting blood …

Youlan was also slightly startled, but in the next moment she revealed a smile. Not only was there no unhappiness in her expression, she was even happier as she waved to her subordinates behind him.

Then a man dressed as a bodyguard in a black suit brought several bottles of wine from the bar, all of them extremely expensive vodka and whiskey.

Youlan opened the bottle and personally poured a cup for Qin Hao: "My name is Youlan, may I ask if you could tell me your name?"

"Elder sister, you're a good person. You're willing to treat me to wine." Qin Hao downed all the wine in his cup in one gulp. "So it's like that, I don't want to use my fake name to trick you. My name is Qin Hao."

Youlan gave a sweet smile and once again refilled Qin Hao's bowl. "Since you called me big sister, then how about I call you Little Hao? I see that you're not in a good mood. Have you met with some trouble? "

"Not really. I just met an old friend and remembered some unhappy things …"

Moreover, this woman seemed to have deliberately come here to strike up a conversation, and it didn't seem like she was playing around. He wasn't blind, so he could naturally tell that this woman was trying to reclaim the man's position and ident.i.ty, and was definitely not someone an ordinary man could get close to.

It seemed that his luck was pretty good. He would be able to encounter such a great favor even if he went to a bar and got drunk. It was a pity that he could only look but not touch. On the contrary, it was a form of torture.