Pervert King Seong Gui Nam

Two wives and children, who seem to have been led to 500 won, examine the atmosphere of the room.

We quickly started scouting.

Oh, you're getting more beautiful, aren't you?

Both of them were very handsome at first glance, as they were the first bookings to take care of. He seems to be in his mid to late 20s.

On the left, he wore a two-ton brown straight hair with pale pink at the end, a tight white T-shirt with both shoulders and collarbones, skinny ice jeans with torn knees and Adidas superstars.

On the right side, she tied her brown bobbed hair back and wore a white hairband with flowers. Blue lace blouse, white high-waisted shorts, silver shiny buckle sandals.

The emerald pedicure, which looks like a sandal's front nose, touches my heart like the ocean of Cebu. I'm going crazy, maybe it was my real past life.

The left side is good too, but if I were to evaluate it with just my first impression, I think I'd end up loving this side.

[Well, I don't think they're a part-time job.]

One of the cautions that emotional college told me.

There is something called a booking part-timer at night.

Literally, the Albanes, a water quality management woman hired by waiters and shops, are paid for free drinks per hour and are professionally used for bookings.

Of course, there's no way not to be successful with them, but we're the ones who drink fast and lose their time, and then they're abandoned in a miserable circumstances.

Earlier, vocal cords were said to distinguish between part-time jobs through women's behavior and mobile phone text messages.

[But now that I'm standing in line outside, I don't think there's any reason to use a part-time job on a day like today. Don't talk about your part-time job and just relax. Both are stylish. I'll go to the left.]

I'll go to the right.

"Okay, one of you will sit this way, and this will be in the middle..."

As I wished, a pedicure sat between Changsu and Dong-hyun sitting in the top seat, with two-tone dye sitting next to him.

"We have the prettiest girls in our store right now.”

Ha Sang-hee calls up a waiter who is trying to step back and tips.

"Oh, my brother has such a good sense! Thank you, have a great time."

As soon as 500 won left, the emotional unit made a pledge.

You have to hold onto these women so that the next women can comfortably melt into the atmosphere. I don't think they'll leave early because they're in the same group. Don't try too hard because you're scared. Just be comfortable.]

Comfortably. That's the hardest part.

While singing a pretty woman and a pretty woman's song, a pretty woman comes in and sits next to her, and she gets nervous rather than happy.

No matter how many pre-meeting sessions and image training sessions are conducted, bookings are still a reality.

It doesn't change that a woman is eternal in the food chain of the Night.

It's always something to

with a gulp

Chang-soo's baby seems to be overwhelmed by the unexpected high quality, but he is only touching his ugly drink with a Sam-ryong-like smile. He seems to want me to do something.

Let's say hello first.

"Hello."

"Oh yes, hello."

Well, I think I could feel Gyeongsang-do dialect.

"What kind of alcohol would you like? Liquor? Beer?

"Oh, liquor, please. Under rock..."

He tries to hide his accent, but he can't help but speak in dialect.

I think it's a woman from Gyeongsang-do.

Good. One of my 128 ideal types is Gyeongsang Province woman.

Hey, big brother.

I was going to ask Chang-soo to put ice in it, but the woman sitting next to her thought that she had to mark herself, so I put ice and poured her drink.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Sung Gwi-nam."

"Yes. Nice to meet you, too. It's Jung Yoon-hee."

He looked arrogant when he was expressionless, but he looks quite cute when he smiles at a glass. The familiarity of Gyeongsang-do accent also plays a part.

It feels good.

I felt much better when I was nervous.

"Well, it's fate that we met like this, so let's have a drink together."

Ha Sang-hee said, holding out a glass in the middle.

Dong-hyun seems to have gained confidence in his hit last week, and Dong-hyun is also naturally leading his partner by pouring alcohol.

"Nice to meet you!"

a glass of cold and cold

I thought of the next question as I poured the brew straight through my throat.

First of all, I said my name is Jung Yoon-hee.

Then should I ask her how old she is now? Or where are you from? What time did you come to the night? How much did you drink? How many people are there in your party?

Well.

No, it's too old-fashioned.

Don't make a pushover like a pushover, but let's show off my wit and make the atmosphere warm.

It's boring, but old man jokes are popular these days.

Several things that have been verified by Moon Jung-eun came to mind.

1. What is the poorest wage in the world? : Minimum wage (laughing)

2. Who is the sexiest singer? : Davichi (kidukkik)

3. What is the opposite of Busan's coast? It is Busan's mother.

Except that number 2 may look a little dirty, I decided to choose number 3, which I was thinking about between number 1 and 3. I think she's from Gyeongsang-do, so that'll work.

Let's go.

After half emptying her underlock cup, she proudly told her holding an orange.

"Well, do you know what the other word is about off Busan?"

"Oh, that's an old joke. I just heard it from somewhere else... ...isn't it my mom in Busan?"

"Yes..."

a wreck of a ship

Who used it first?

"Well, what about the poorest wage in the world?"

"Oh, I heard this, too... what was it, sister?"

Jung Yoon-hee used an acquaintance chance, and Dong-hyun's partner answered instead.

"Minimum wage."

"Oh, right. Minimum wage."

"Ding dong dang~"

It's a piece of silver.

Why did you have to take it all away? Damn you!

Yeah, whatever they are, hit a home run and get gonorrhea today.

"I guess this is the trend these days? They do this in every room they enter the room. It's not that interesting."

Dong-hyun's partner expressed an inflammation of the old man's gag, and the atmosphere subsided a little.

Yay, yay.

a primary warning

"Where do you think you're such a cheap comment... ...I apologize for it. Relax and have a drink."

Fortunately, Dong-hyun distracted me in the middle, but my confidence has already been dampened.

Without realizing it, he turned his head toward the emotional zone floating on the karaoke machine.

Sure enough, he's looking at me like a rag.

We're strangers!

You're not some comedian, you're so funny, and you're risking your life. How many times do you tell a woman you've never met before to compliment her on her appearance? Use the rotten gag that I won't take a dog away from me Munjeong!

Blunt ears...

[Wow, today's fashion point is the headband, so they say it looks good on you. Then, he said he would read my palm as he did to Jung Sung-ah.

Yes, sir.

You are the older brother.

"Well, it looks good on you.”

Jung Yoon-hee's face became brighter.

"Right? But other guys have flowers in their hair. It's a light year."

Oh, it's you.

He's got a heart attack him.

"Are you from Busan?"

"Why? Did I get a dialect t-shirt?"

"Hahaha, yeah. You just noticed it."

"Hey! I'm not going to use Seoul accent. Timmy's gone."

"My younger brother lives in Ulsan, and this is his first time to visit to Seoul. Isn't the dialect cute? Guys like Gyeongsang-do dialect because it's cute. Right?"

Dong-hyun's partner continued the conversation with a softer look.

"Seoul men have a fantasy of Busan dialect."

Ha Sang-hee received it,

"I like to speak in women's dialect, too." (If it's pretty, I don't care what North Korean says.)

I've finished.

Jung Yoon-hee, who opened her eyes wide, looks at me as if she is curious and asks again.

"Oh, is that right?"

"No, I don't hit you.”

"No, not if it's right."

"Kkkkk, I know. That's right or not."

"Where are you, Grano?"

"It's because I'm cute."

I spoke naturally while answering back in dialect.

"Oh, is that right? Is this cute?"

"That's right. It's cute."

"Wow, that's cute."

"You're cute, you're cute, you're so cute."

"Yes, thank you."

"Aida, thank you for being cute."

"But oppa speaks in dialect."

Sigh.

He's making my heart flutter again.

I think my tongue is slowly loosening because the girl is so good at it.

Who would have thought it would be helpful to have an army confrontation with a gangsan.

"The original dialect is highly contagious."

As I said so, I touched a baton towards Changsu, who was not able to melt into the atmosphere.

"You punk, what have you been doing since earlier, you've been blanking out your precious daughters. Is it right or not, Shakya?"

Take it, please take it, Chang-soo.

You're the funniest girl when we're alone.

Chang-soo opened his mouth with a ridiculous look on his face.

"What's up with that saggy shaggy? No one is talking to me, so I'm telling you to talk like a god of ice. You need to pay attention to me, too!"

F, I got it!

And Jung Yoon-hee and two-tone girl smiled. As if our efforts were hypothetical.

"That's right. No one talked to him. Have a drink with me, brother.”

"Come on, let's make a toast while we'

Drink~ Clashing into each other Chan! Chan! Chan!

The atmosphere is not bad.

Dong-hyun asked his partner his name and age.

Her name is Cha Eun-ji, 28, and she works as a designer at a hair salon in Sadang.

Jeong Yoon-hee, 25, worked as a nurse at a private hospital in Ulsan, but after a big fight with the director, she quit and came to Seoul to cool down.

Their relationship is about six cousins.

And not the two, but a group of hair designers working with Cha Eun-ji came, and they said they seemed to have gone somewhere else while dancing.

"Nurse... ..I can read your palm. Can I take a look?"

"Oh, really?"

No, fake.

Name: Jung Yoon-hee

Age: 27

Good feelings for me: C

Sexual desire: B

Gender Opening Index: A

ST. Fantasy: ?

Pinpoint: ?

TIP: The reason I came to Knight today is to have sex with a Seoul man. I have a fantasy of a Seoul man, so I am attracted to caring, manneristic behavior and soft standard language. Let's take care of each other, be considerate, and warmly embrace each other, and raise our feelings of affection first.

Recommendation: "I know a Mexican restaurant well, so let's go together while we're in Seoul. I'll show you around Seoul, too."

You're two years old, aren't you?

Then Cha Eun-ji is 30 years old.

There is a lot of trouble.

I watched Jung Yun-hee's palm and sincerely recited it.

"Well, do you like kind and courteous men?"

"Well, no."

"Hey, it's all out there. And I'm going to marry an older Seoul guy."

"Mom, really?"

"Yes. If you look here, this is the marriage line, and it says so. Palm lines are science.”

I naturally let go of my hands and threw a recommendation.

How long are you staying in Seoul?”

"I think I'll be here for a week. Why?"

"There's a Mexican restaurant I know well, and I want to go with Yoon-hee. To show you around Seoul."

[It might sound funny if I say this for the first time...]

"It might be funny to talk about this for the first time."

[Yoonhee, you look like a really nice person.]

"Yoonhee, you seem like a really nice person.”

"Puch, my brother, he's such a good liar.”

"Yoonhee, be careful, he's a player."

"That's right? It's him, isn't it?"

Yoshi!

an end

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