Chapter 2881

Wang Hao originally wanted to remind Ladong that the place to eat crayfish is not a high-end place, but now he doesn't want to say anything.

Just sit in the crowd and eat in this grand dinner dress.

The car stopped, and La Dong looked dumbfounded: "What's wrong? Are you out of gas?"

Wang Hao unfastened his seat belt and rushed to the flashing neon not far away: "Here it is."

La Dong looked at the position guided by Wang Hao: "..."

"Get out of the car, Your Highness Pros!" Wang Hao slammed the car door, and took the initiative to open the car door for Ladong.

Ladong looked down at the oily puddles under his feet. His expensive leather shoes felt like cramps, and he didn't know where to stretch.

What the hell is this place?

La Dong looked around without relatives, trying to find the answer, but unfortunately, Wang Hao had gone far.

"Hey, didn't you agree to protect me?" Ladon shouted from the slender back.

His shouts caught the attention of diners around, as many restaurants were overcrowded and diners had to sit outside to enjoy their food.

Ladong realized that he was a little too eye-catching, and hurriedly retreated into the car, waiting for Wang Hao to come over.

But he waited left and right, and it was not Wang Hao who was waiting, but the phone call urged by Lou Tianqin.

Radon looked up like he was dying, why did he always like to eat in this ghost place.

Oh no, it was Arthur who ordered the meal for him.

Thinking of this, Ladon immediately dialed Arthur, but unfortunately, he didn't get through.

"damn it--"

La Dong was angry in the car for a long time, and finally chose to get out of the car.

I have to say that Arthur is more proficient than East Asians in terms of eating. Jiang Xiaomi booked this place before, but unfortunately there is no place.

Who knows, Arthur actually did this across the Pacific Ocean.

If the large hall is overcrowded, shirtless or rough men in vests can be seen everywhere.

And in this place, La Dong is wearing a black evening dress that is ironed and straight, the shirt button is buttoned to the throat, and a very delicate red bow tie is tied on it. , on the wrist holding the door frame, you can also see the heavily decorated cuff nails and expensive watches.

The restaurant was silent for a moment.

All kinds of scattered eyes focused on this gorgeous and solemn man.

Jiang Xiaomi just had a salted edamame in his mouth. The moment he saw Ladong, the edamame fell from his lips and fell directly into the wine glass in front of him.

Ladon has enjoyed countless stares, but none has been as embarrassing as it is now.

He thought he should stay in the car.

The first person to react was the proprietress, and I saw her rushing to the front: "Uh... hello."

The first time the proprietress saw a foreigner visiting her store, she was a little excited, especially because the other party was so handsome, and she stammered and incoherently said simple words: "That...are you here in Missy?"

Ladon slowly let go of the glass door, forcing himself to calm down, he is His Highness Pros, what scene has not been seen before, what is this?

Ladong, who was in a good mood, kept his face as a Nordic nobleman, and brushed past the proprietress without squinting.

For a time, everyone's eyes were chasing Ladon, and it wasn't until he sat down peacefully that the scene returned to the hustle and bustle just now.

Compared with Ladong's incompatibility, Lou Tianqin seemed to be familiar with it, and he handed the washed tableware and chopsticks to Ladong.

Wang Hao came out of the bathroom and saw La Dong sitting upright, and he felt no sympathy at all.

Four people were seated at a table. From left to right: Lou Tianqin, Jiang Xiaomi, La Dong and Wang Hao.

Du Lie and Li Xiaojia Acheng were at another table. When La Dong came in just now, Acheng couldn't help but complained, did this guy just come back from the symphony scene?

The crayfish is not ready yet, and there are several plates of braised snacks, salted edamame and peanuts on the table covered with plastic film.

Under the table is cold beer, which is standard for crayfish.

"Ladong, try the duck neck." Jiang Xiaomi hurriedly pushed a plate of duck neck towards him.

La Dong glanced at the pitch-black duck neck in front of him, and shook his head expressionlessly: "Thank you, I won't eat it."

"Then what you want to eat, just order it, Madam Boss, take the menu."

Ladong wanted to say you're welcome, but the proprietress handed over a plastic-sealed menu from behind.

Although the air-conditioning in the hall is sufficient, it cannot stand the crowd, and dishes are brought in at any time. Guests sitting in the hall can only rely on electric fans to disperse the heat.

After sitting for a while, Ladong felt a little wet in his neck. He stretched out his hand to tug on his bow tie, but he felt it was not right, so he forcibly retracted his hand.

When Jiang Xiaomi saw Ladong dressed like this, she didn't dare to ask or guess, so she silently looked at Ladong who was sweating constantly.

Ladon's thoughts are completely empty.

The imaginary scene should be, gorgeous crystal lamps, table tops decorated with flowers, soft saxophone, courteous waiters, quiet guests, whispering and laughing from time to time, quiet and beautiful.

But now?

Ladong looked up at the incandescent lamp covered in oil, the fat waiter walking down the aisle, the shirtless guests, and the sound of punching was louder and louder.

As for the soft saxophone and flowers...

"Hey, boss, do you want to order a song!"

Before Ladong could react, the middle-aged man threw a dirty folder in front of Ladong: "Twenty for one song, fifty for three."

Radon: "..."

Jiang Xiaomi hurriedly said: "No no no no no, he doesn't understand."

The middle-aged man is unrelenting: "I can speak English too."

Lou Tianqin raised his chin towards La Dong: "Do you want it?"

From the moment La Dong came in, it was as if his soul had been shelled out, his expression was dull, and his reaction was half a beat.

Facing Lou Tianqin's question, he nodded dully.

Without the saxophone, it's okay to listen to the guitar.

Lou Tianqin said, "Then let's start with English."

"Okay, boss." The middle-aged man acted very professionally. Not only did he have a guitar, but he also had a Walkman on him. It was probably chords or percussion accompaniment. As soon as the music started, La Dong felt his eardrum buzz.

The uncle started to sing in VERY's rough English: "Shuan Q-are-you-ok? Hello-Tuan Q-Shuan Q-Crude Marchi."

"...How-are-you-indian-mi-fans.Do-you-like-Mi-4I."

"DO-YOU-HAPPY-TO?"

"TO-BE-AN-INDIAN?"

"I'M-Wai Rui Hi Pi Tu~~"

"STOP——" La Dongren reached out his hand and refused.

Seeing Ladong's pained look, Jiang Xiaomi quickly took out the money and handed it to the elder brother: "Brother, thank you, thank you so much, but don't sing, he can't stand it."

The uncle was quite confident in his musical attainment. Seeing La Dong holding his head and looking painful, he actually showed a look of empathy: "I guess I'm homesick, I can't stand the music of my hometown anymore? Right? Hey, The same is true for me, I can’t listen to the songs of my hometown, I feel uncomfortable when I listen to it, and I want to go home.”

What Jiang Xiaomi can say, can only nod and say, you are right.