Prince and I in Desert Island

"Go down and have a rest. I'll let you know when I ask," I said to her.

"Yes, the Housekeeper will have a rest early too," said the maid, and she retired.

I went back to the restaurant with the Romani canti, and some beautiful women saw the Romani canti in my arms, their eyes were bright.

I opened the Romani canti, and they all had their cups ready. I picked up the Romani canti with great interest and wanted to say a few words.

But I haven't opened my mouth yet. The Romani canti in my hand is gone. I just feel a dark shadow passing by and the Romani canti in my hand disappears.

My beauty Legion and I were stunned by the magic show.

"Gudu... Gudu"

I heard the sound of drinking beer and blowing bottles. Li Yan and Wang Yao also heard it. We all looked at the place where the sound came out.

Familiar old man, familiar Romani canti, familiar action, blink of an eye, a bottle of Romani canti was blown by him again.

"Good wine" the old man drank the wine and belched a lot. He couldn't help sighing.

"It's you again. You just stole my wine. I don't think you have the same opinion with you. You are on your nose and never change after repeated education." I said helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it." the old man put the empty wine bottle on the floor, rubbed his hands, and stared at the remaining bottle of romantic candy on the table.

I suddenly held Romani canti in my arms and watched him alertly. He had just stolen a bottle, which should be two.

"This wine is really good, you young people are too extravagant and wasteful," the old man said, looking at me with a flattering face.

"Waste, don't you waste if you drink like water? Wait... Didn't I let you wash and sleep? " I said helplessly.

"Little brother, do you still want to say that the next door neighbor will go to work tomorrow?" The old man jokingly said that the smiley did not pay any attention to me.

"Be serious. Don't be a smiley. It's serious. I'll tell you about it," I told him.

"All right, as long as you give me that wine, anything will do." the old man still stares at the romantic canti in my arms.

"Don't believe it, you've already drunk two bottles of wine from me, and you've stolen them by abusive means," I said, holding the bottle tightly.

"Please, little brother, I haven't drunk for more than 20 years. Please have pity on me," he pretended.

"No, we only drank one bottle, and you only drank two bottles. If you drink this bottle again, what shall we drink? Shall we drink northwest wind?" I helplessly looked at him and refused.

"What kind of wine is northwest wind? How come I never listen to you? Can you give me a drink? " The old man was as excited as the monkey who got the golden cudgel.

"Speechless, anyway, this bottle can't be given to you. Where do you come from? You have drunk too much and can't drink any more." I don't think it's clear with a drunk.

"I'm not drunk, I want to drink, you give me a drink, don't give me a drink, I won't go." the old man saw I don't give him wine, played a rogue, sat on the ground.

"Ah, you old man, why are you still playing tricks? Aren't you ashamed? I'm so old. "I want to die.

"I don't care, unless you give me a drink, or I won't go." the old man is still playing naughty, like I'm sure of the wine.