King's Back

Chapter 31 BBQ Beauty

Harry tilted his eyes and pretended to look elsewhere, but actually he was looking at some point secretly.

He didn't dare to look at her outright, but when he did, he was surprised to see Jackson's eyes straight at the boss’s neckline, fair and square!

It was so wanton!

Shit! How dared Jackson!

He was not peeping, but looked at it frank and righteous. The landlady seemed not to be aware it, and continued to open wine for them.

When the landlady had just straightened herself up, suddenly she slipped.

Ah!

The landlady reeled and knocked the bottle over, tipping it over in front of Jackson.

Jackson, with a quick kick on the table leg, made space between the table and the stool, and at the same time wrapped his hand around the landlady’s slender waist to hold her.

It felt so soft as if she had no bones.

But Jackson's pants were splashed with alcohol.

The woman jumped apologetically out of Jackson's arms and said, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... Let me help you.”

In a panic, she took out a tissue from the table and bent over to wipe Jackson’s pants.

When she bent down and got closer to Jackson, all views were in front of Jackson.

Harry was stunned. He narrowed his eyes to study the situation.

The landlady only wiped Jackson's pants without paying attention to the eyes of the two men.

As she did so, her hand would inevitably touch Jackson's thigh, sending a tingling current through Jackson's body.

The landlady seemed to notice it, stopped her hand in a moment, and looked up to see Jackson's eyes looking at her neckline.

Then she knew that she had exposed her breasts, and hurriedly pressed her hand over her chest.

The only thing that was left her speechless was that Jackson was too bold. He didn’t mean to move over his eyes.

When he was found, he looked as if nothing had happened and took it for granted.

The landlady was in a rage and scolded, “Jerk!”

Jackson picked her up and said solemnly, “Black lace is nice, but the size is too small and it is prone to mastitis. Change a bigger one would be better.”

“You... Shameless!”

Hearing this, the landlady's face flushed, threw Jackson's arm away, glared at him, and walked away.

Harry marveled that Jackson's flirty tricks were wonderful.

“Jackson, I can't believe you're not just good at games, but also at flirting with women! I'm totally impressed with you.”

Harry immediately had the idea of learning from Jackson.

Jackson couldn't say a word and chuckled. What he said was true. He was not flirting with the landlady.

But when he saw Harry's red face, he couldn’t help looking down his nose at him.

“Look at your red face and neck. You're not a virgin, are you?”

“Jackson, how did you know that? Honestly, have you been hitting on a lot of girls?” Harry asked with an envious look.

“Do you really want to hear it? Jackson tapped on the table and laughed.

“Sure, Jackson, you've got to teach me. Cheers.”

Harry gulped it down, and Jackson followed suit.

“That's a long story. When I was in Europe...”

Jackson and Harry were eating while talking big, only to see that Harry was dazzled by Jackson’s story and worshiped him.

“Jackson, are those girls so docile and they will do whatever they're told?”

“Shit, Jackson, to put it this way, if I hook up with a Russian bimbo, I must be in good luck!”

When they were exchanging ideas, a loud yell sounded at the nearby table suddenly.

“Shit! Who is the boss? Come here! There is hair inside the dish! Do you still want to keep the store?”

There were five people on the table, all dressed up in different ways with tattoos on their arms.

The guy yelling was a tough guy with short hair, and there's scar man sitting oppose Jackson's desk, which made Jackson and Harry look clearly.

As the fierce man spoke, the rest of the people followed suit, with wine bottles smashed all over the ground.

Suddenly a rattling sound rang through the store.

All the people around focused their eyes on them. Hearing the noise, the landlady hurried to the table and looked at the dish carefully. There was really a hair in the dish. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She smiled awkwardly and said, “Sorry, everyone, I treat you this meal. Hope you can forgive us.”

“Your treat? Who the hell are you? Don’t we have money?” growled the fierce man.

“I didn't mean that. I apologize to you. The cook was careless. Hope you don’t mind that.”

“Well, would you be more sincere?”

“Yes, how about drinking with us?”

The landlady nodded, “Yes! This cup of wine is my apology!”

As she spoke, she took a glass of wine from the table and finished it.

“Shit, did you look down at us? Change with the bottle!”

The Scarman handed the bottle of wine to the landlady and said.

The landlady froze for a moment, looking a little ugly. She knew that she couldn’t afford to offend these men.

There was no way out, so she took the bottle and smiled and then drank all.

In a moment, she finished the beer. It can see that the landlady was a good drinker.

With a snap, she put the bottle down on the table, and a faint blush crept on her cheek, and her ears were a bit red.

Her eyes were bright, and her slender body was staggering, as if she would fall down at any moment.

The dexterous tongue licked between lips and teeth, which looked so attractive. Then she embarrassedly smiled, “Sorry, I am not a good drinker. This bottle of wine was the apology for you. I am just running the small business, please be kind to me.”

The men looked at her with interest and seemed to not have had enough.

Scarman smiled grimly and said, “Do you think you can deal with it with a bottle of wine? How could that be so easy?”

“Give us fifty thousand yuan, and we will let this matter past, otherwise, I won’t let you go.”

Fifty thousand yuan?

A piece hair cost so much? Why didn’t they rob?

These men were clearly picking a hole in, and it was not clear whether the hair was mixed into the dish by them.

The landlady also understood it. She slowly left the table, and squared up.

She looked a little cold and said, “I don't think you've come to dine, but to find fault?”

Scarman pretended to be frightened and covered his chest and said, “Oh, girl, I'm so scared. What? Are you waiting for a man to back you up?”

“Don't talk nonsense, if you are smart, get out of here and don't delay other guests to have a meal.” yelled the landlady with her hands on her hips.

With a sneer, the fierce man threw the table over and swore, “Son of bitch! Either give us money, or please us. Who didn't know that your man already died? Are you waiting for him to jump out of the coffin plank to support you?”

With these words, he came to pull the landlady.