Mr. Right, Spoil Me

"It's Mr. Earl. Here is the wine list." The girl hurriedly handed it over, and pulled back again in a hurry.

Mr. Earl, Eric Earl, was also one of the four aristocratic youths in H city.

Ernest Moore's slender fingers clipped the list, and then threw it on the ground, "It's none of my business, find him." Sarah, "..."

Girl, "..."

"Uh huh, the women who bring the wine today are not bad! Their breasts are so big. It's strange..."

At that time, the voice of unrestrained indulgence appeared.

It was no one else but Eric Earl.

Eric Earl came up and looked around at the girls.

Sarah's white legs were highlighted because she wore a jacket which made her look relatively conservative.

It's so white and straight. Unfortunately, it caught Eric Earl's attention.

Eric Earl sat down on the sofa and smirked like a sporty rascal.

Pointing to the sofa next to him, he said, "Come and sit here with me."

He looked around Sarah's slim figure and touched his chin, "It's strange. Why haven't I seen you? Are you new here?"

Sarah stared at him, and under the lights, the subtle atmosphere made her eyes charming and enchanting.

Eric Earl was attracted by her.

Sarah said with a faint smile, "Mr. Earl, you really make a joke. I am wearing the mask, how do you recognize me as a newcomer?"

It seemed that Eric Earl had foreseen what she said. His eyes couldn't move from her bright eyes and grinned.

Suddenly he leaned over and embraced Sarah,

"Your legs are white and long. It will be nice to stand up...Hey, these legs are so beautiful, come here and let me look at your face. Sarah's face stagnated, and her stiff body made feel frustrate.

She didn't expect this man was so rude for her.

But she hadn't sold her wine yet, and if he angered him, he would probably not be able to let go of her.

For a moment, it was the dilemma.

"Mr...Earl, please let go."

Ernest Moore, dressed in white, glanced at this indifferently.

It seemed that he had become accustomed to it. He slowly tied his buttons, and left.

There was also a person in the front hall.

The figure looked like a dictator in the dark night. He sat quietly in the corner, and tasted the wine in his hands lightly.

The scene in front of him was so obscene, but in his eyes, nothing seemed to happen, and the silence remained unchanged.

Ernest Moore came in the box.

"Why not take her here?

Looking at the man on the sofa, Ernest Moore asked a sentence, and then took out a packet of cigarettes, and held a cigarette between his lips.

"She doesn't like this place." A deep, reserved voice sounded in the darkness.

Ernest Moore raised his eyebrows, and was not surprised by his reply, but sneered.

"Mr. Earl, please let go. Don't do this... your hands..."

At that moment, the figure in the darkness was startled because of the random voice.

"Who is she?"

Ernest Moore blew a strange smoke ring and snorted, "A delivery girl? Would you be interested in such a girl?"

The tone was skeptical, with a hint of teasing.

At this moment, the clear and painful voice came again, "Mr. Earl, please be respectful, we are here to sell wine, not the body, if you don't stop..." The familiar sound fell into his ears again.

In the night, the figure obvious stiffed a little, suddenly put down the wine, "Let's go and have a look."

The moment he got up, Ernest Moore almost stared. "Fuck! Andrew, you fucking like this type of woman?"