Net king Conan: blue iris

"Wow wow wow!" Seeing such a gorgeous hotel, the extremely obvious 'wow' sounded a few times.

"Master Atobe." A girl came, uh, it should be said to be a waiter.

"Ah, the usual one." Atobe snapped his fingers.

"Yes!" The waiter was about to prepare when a voice interrupted her.

"Hey, the room is too stuffy~~~" Huanli said, "Just in that hall, huh?"

"Huanli..." Atobe wanted to object, but was stopped again: "Hey, don't tell me about aesthetics, I think the hall is lively."

"Master Atobe, this..." The waitress was in a dilemma. In fact, she was more inclined to the young master, but it seemed that the young master was very partial to the girl.

"Hmm, let's do what this lady said." Atobe touched the tear mole, feeling a little helpless.

"Yes!"

In the hall—

Well, Huan Li admitted that he felt that he had chosen the wrong hall, why is this hall on the 15th floor, isn't there also one below?Well, the following does not conform to Atobe's aesthetics...

As soon as the seats were made, the dishes were served one after another.

Taocheng's saliva flowed out...

"You're welcome, my uncle treats you." Atobe snapped his fingers again.

"I said, Xiaojing, is there something wrong with your hands?" Huanli said, "When I was a child, I couldn't hit it less than 10 times a day. Snapping your fingers is so fun..."

Jibu's face twitched: "Huanli, don't hurt others."

Huan Li was about to speak, but was interrupted by a familiar scream.