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[69 Book Bar - www.] Although I have put it down for several years, even though what I have learned is a bit unfamiliar, there is still no problem with basic communication. Mu Anyou is sure of this.

Entering the private room with the house number, Mu Anyou saw three French people talking about something. When he saw her coming in, they suddenly stopped talking and looked at her.

And she was also looking at each other, and estimated in her mind that these three people should be around forty years old, well-dressed, and the watches on their wrists alone were worth a lot of money. They were indeed "expensive" customers, so she became even more cautious.

"I'm a waiter at the club. What would you like to drink, gentlemen?" Mu Anyou asked with a smile, speaking fluent French, and then handed over the wine list.

The three of them were obviously surprised by her standard pronunciation. They didn't expect that some of the waiters here could actually speak French.

"A bottle of 82 Lafite, thank you." One of the men said after glancing at the wine list.

Mu Anyou sighed in his heart, he really knew the goods and picked the most expensive ones.

"Okay, please wait a moment." With a polite bow, Mu Anyou took the wine order and walked out of the box.

"Hey, Luc, stop looking, everyone is gone." Man A called and stared in the direction of the door. He obviously knew his companion's temperament better, and his tone was a bit helpless.

"Ha, Besson, that Chinese girl is real." Man B smiled ambiguously, with a hint of endless aftertaste in his tone, thoughtfully.

"This guy is having an idea, Besson, I'm afraid we'll have to make room later." Man B laughed teasingly, Luc is a lolita, they all know this, and the Chinese woman just now has a baby face and delicate facial features

, it seems tonight...

When Mu Anyou came in with red wine, they were talking happily. Although she lowered her voice, she still heard a few important words, such as woman, on time, tasteful, etc. She frowned unconsciously.

I frowned, feeling a little disgusted in my heart. I had long heard that French men are passionate and romantic, but they are also careless and imprudent. It seems that the rumors are indeed true.

Skillfully opened the red wine, poured it into the goblet, and placed it in front of the three of them one by one. Mu Anyou picked up the wine tray and bent slightly: "I wish you all a happy life!" Then he turned around and was about to leave, but was caught in the next moment.

Shout out.

"Beauty, let's have a drink together." The man named Luc invited.

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