In the deep, endless darkness, beautiful neon lights flashed and jumped on the wall of the crazy club building like elves, diluting the density of the night and making the whole building look more luxurious.

An Yurou stood in front of the female manager, wringing her clothes with her hands, lowering her head, staring at the pair of red strappy high heels in front of her.

The female manager was holding a cigarette, and with her red-painted fingers, she picked up a strand of An Yurou's black hair and brought it to her nose, sniffed it, narrowed her eyes, and said vaguely: "She looks good, and has a good temperament.

, but you said you would only accompany you to drink, not sleep with you... I don’t think you can do it if you want so much money."

An Yurou raised her head. Her white jade-like face was full of sadness. A pair of black pearl-like eyes were embedded in the delicate melon-seed face, like a thousand-year-old clear spring.

He opened his pink lips and said, "Manager, I beg you, please help me, I need this money."

"How old are you?" The female manager raised her eyebrows, took the cigarette from the corner of her lips and held it between her fingers.

"twenty."

"But why do I think you look like an eighteen-year-old girl?"

"It's not a big problem, manager, I can sing well, and I can...I can also drink some wine."

The female manager looked at her again, then twisted her waist and walked to the desk, flicking the ash into the glass ashtray, "Girl, do you think every girl can make a lot of money after entering the club? Then

It depends on what kind of work you do... Well, if you can accompany a boss until dawn tonight, I will give you fifty thousand."

An Yurou's eyes lit up after hearing this, and joy bloomed on her face, "Are you just singing with me, chatting with me, and drinking with me?"

"Forget it."

"Oh." That's okay.

The female manager put out her cigarette butt, walked to the sofa and picked up a set of black underwear, "Go ahead and change your clothes."

In a VIP box, an MTV song was playing on the large LCD screen. The soft, sweet lyrical song was performed by the extremely exposed three-point style girl. It looked hot and sexy. It deeply fascinated the girl standing next to the sofa.

The two bodyguards were attracted.

The man sitting in the middle of the sofa is wearing a lavender high-end shirt. Under the flash of light, his handsome facial features are three-dimensional and as profound as a sculpture.

He has sexy thin lips, a pair of eyes as deep as a pool, and his open front reveals strong and sexy chest muscles, exuding a strong wild aura.

He was holding a wine glass in one hand and holding a charming woman in the other.

The woman's dress is messy, her eyes are blurred, her hands are wrapped around the man like a water snake, and her fingertips are wandering ambiguously on his chest...

At this time, the man was not provoked by her, but turned his head slightly and stared at the ajar door.

As he expected, the door opened slowly, and the female manager in a gorgeous and sexy dress swayed her waist and swayed her hips, her flowers trembling, she walked up to the man with a smile, bowed her head and nibbled a few words in his ear.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, slightly raised his thin lips, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Let her in!"

After saying that, he put down the wine glass, picked up a pair of brown sunglasses and placed them on the tall bridge of his nose.

The female manager smiled coquettishly, hugged his neck and kissed his face, but she didn't want her red lips to touch the back of his hand. She smiled coquettishly, turned her big butt and walked out.

After a while, a girl wearing white gauze appeared at the door. She was very shy and lowered her eyes.

The man waved his hand, and the two attendants immediately went over, pushed the girl into the private room, closed the door, and stood beside the door like two door gods.

An Yurou's heart was beating so fast that she lost her rhythm. She nervously scratched her gauze skirt that trailed to the floor, and stood in front of this man with her head bowed.

"Boss, don't you want me anymore?" The woman next to her saw An Yurou and glared at her displeasedly, then she pursed her bright red lips and nestled her whole body into the man's arms acting coquettishly.

"Get out!" The man suddenly raised his hand and violently threw the woman out.

"Bang!" The woman fell to the ground, the spring light leaking out, her mouth was pursed and she was about to cry.

An Yurou's heart trembled, she glanced at the man in horror, and then looked at the unwilling and sad woman.

The woman did not dare to cry, so she got up and ran out of the box in a panic.

Before An Yurou could digest the frightening scene in front of her, she heard another low voice coming over her, as if from hell.

"Take off your coat!"

An Yurou's body trembled violently, "Ah?"

"Take off your clothes!" The man put his hands on the back of the sofa and spread his legs. He looked casual and lazy, but in fact his aura was terrifying.

There was loud singing in the box, and there was only one wall lamp on in the huge space, and the light from the screen flickered on and off, making An Yurou unable to see his face clearly.

Judging from the appearance alone, this man has a tall and muscular figure, slender legs, thick hair, a delicate and perfect face, and a touch of evil and cold arrogance on his lightly pursed thin lips.

"I only sing with you, chat with you, and... I also drink with you." Looking at such a man, An Yurou's voice seemed to be blown by the wind, shaking so much that it became hoarse.

Hearing this, the man retracted his legs, picked up the remote control, changed a song, and said indifferently: "If you don't want to do it, just leave!"

An Yurou scratched the hem of her skirt again. She remembered what the female manager had just taught her, and knew that if she didn't obey him, she wouldn't be able to get the fifty thousand yuan.

For money, Anyu Rou gritted her teeth and slowly peeled off the shoulder strap...

Black tattooed breasts, black pants, and a pair of red strappy high heels.

Sexy and charming!

Unexpectedly, she was born so slim, tall, and with plump breasts.

Big eyes, a high nose bridge, a small mouth that is neither thin nor thick, and a red mole as big as a grain of rice between the two collarbones... all prove that she is An Yurou.

Maybe she was too shy. At this moment, An Yurou had her hands folded around her chest, her eyelashes fluttering, her long hair hanging down, like a frightened little elk, standing in front of the man in panic and confusion, accepting his eyes.

The wanton "touching".

"Pour some wine!" After staring at her for two minutes, the man spoke in a majestic tone that did not allow for criticism.

An Yurou hurriedly picked up the wine bottle and started pouring the wine with trembling hands...

But her movements were too jerky, and the wine quickly overflowed and dripped redly onto the white glass coffee table.

"Yes...I'm sorry!"

She was in a hurry, taking out a paper towel to wipe the glass, but in her panic, she knocked over the wine glass, reached out to grab it, and caught sight of the white snow on her chest. She was busy covering it up, but by accident, her right foot sprained, and she fell down in embarrassment.

It fell on the coffee table.

The man has been leaning back on the sofa, his thin lips are slightly hooked, and his expression is complicated and difficult to distinguish. He seems to be watching a play, An Yurou's extremely lame and embarrassing one-man show.

An Yurou didn't dare to look at this man. Although he was wearing sunglasses, she seemed to be able to feel his sharp gaze, which was like a red and hot electric wire, scorching her tender skin wherever it went.

[Author's digression]: This is the first time for Rou Xi to read and post in the tower. Dear friends, please support her a lot. If you like it, give Rou Rou a lot of encouragement and support. Collection, recommendation, leaving a message, throwing flowers and spreading beans, nothing less~
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