Walking into the lobby, the interior decoration is very luxurious and elegant, and there are many handsome men and beautiful women walking around.
Ah Xian led her straight to a VIP box. When the bodyguard in black suit saw him at the door, he opened the door directly.
"Miss Tao, please come in."
Zhixing often goes to high-end places like this, and she doesn't hesitate and walks in openly. She predicts that the more people there are, the less Yan Shengjie will dare to mess around!
The light in the box was dim, except for the small circular stage in the center, which was illuminated by a bunch of coquettish purple lights. A woman wearing only a gauze dress was standing on it, twisting her waist and dancing wildly.
The men around him were staring at the dancing girls on the stage while raising and lowering their hands to the woman in his arms. Yan Shengjie was sitting alone on the far left, with one hand on the sofa and the other shaking the glass. His evil eyes fell on the fabric.
Xing's lips curled up in a strange way, and he said lazily but forcefully, "What are you doing there? Come here quickly!"
Zhixing sniffed in displeasure, narrowed his eyes, and walked towards the direction of the sound.
At this time, everyone could see the Weaver Star clearly.
Sitting in the middle was a bald man with a sinister smile. He stared closely at Zhixing, stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, "Mr. Yang, is she your girl?"
Zhi Xing felt angry in his heart when he heard this. He glared at him fiercely and cursed his head to never grow hair for the rest of his life!
Wait, why did he call Yan Shengjie "Mr. Yang"?
Yan Shengjie smiled and said nothing, but raised his fingers towards Zhi Xing, "She is my little slave."
"Slave? Haha..." Several women laughed together and looked at Zhixing with disdain in their eyes.
Even if they are prostitutes selling their flesh; even if they only please men in bed, compared to a slave who has lost his freedom and dignity, they are superior to her.
Zhixing worked hard to take a deep breath and tried to control his hands not to grab the wine bottle on the table...
She walked over stiffly and sat next to him, "You came to see me for something?"
Yan Shengjie shook the empty wine glass, his meaning was obvious.
Zhixing suppressed her violent temper again, fearing that her life would be ruined by an impulse. She swallowed her anger and poured him a glass of wine.
Yan Shengjie never lacked people to help him, and his subordinates were either submissive or respectful. Meeting someone with a stubborn personality like Zhi Xing aroused his desire to conquer.
Maybe life is too boring.
he thinks.
The bald man stared at Zhi Xing with burning eyes. He pushed the woman in his arms away, picked up the cup and walked over, "Mr. Yang, this little slave hasn't been trained yet, has he?"
Yan Shengjie half-opened his eyes and glanced at him. The eagerness in his eyes was hidden by him skillfully.
"What's the point of being trained? Just like a puppet." After saying that, he stretched out his arms, hooked Zhixing's shoulders, and brought her into his arms. He raised a nice curve at the corner of his mouth, "I'll just
I like this kind of wildness.”
Zhi Xing sat there, her anger was about to ignite her whole body. She turned her face and glared at Yan Shengjie hatefully, taking Yan Min's share of the blame on him as well. She squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.
Words, "Hands off!"
"Mr. Yang is right, women should be a little wild to be strong. However, if it is too wild, I am afraid you will not be able to bear it."
"Oh?" Yan Shengjie finally raised his eyes and looked directly at him, "Then in Boss Duan's opinion, what should we do?"
The man smiled strangely and clapped his hands, "It's time for midnight snack."
Yan Shengjie understood in his heart and closed his eyes calmly.
Zhixing looked over curiously and saw a man in black coming in carrying a tray with ice bottles, tinfoil, and a few small plastic bags of white powder on it.
ice…
Zhi Xing was startled and quickly turned around to look at Yan Shengjie. He was still sipping the wine calmly, as if he was already used to such scenes.