In the distance, two middle-aged men are sitting on a rocking chair, one is fat and the other is thin. The fat one is lying comfortably on the rocking chair, looking like he is enjoying himself, while the thin one is holding a fan next to him and is attentive.
Fanning the fat man, he looked like a dog-legged person.
At this time, the fat man's body was already half-lying up, and his eyes were staring in Pu Yi's direction, almost straight. If you followed his eyes, you could clearly see that he was staring hard.
Look at that foreign girl’s buttocks.
"What, Mr. Zhao, have you fallen in love with that foreign girl?" The thin man looked at the greed in the fat man's eyes and asked casually with a smile.
At the same time, he also pretended to glance at the foreign girl casually, and a flash of desire suddenly appeared in his eyes, but he completely concealed it in an instant. He knew that this kind of woman was not something he could enjoy.
"Well, this girl is pretty good. Go and tell her that I will keep her tonight." The fat man did not hide his thoughts at all. As he spoke, he took out a thick wad of hundred-yuan bills from the bag next to him.
Throw it directly to the thin man.
"Okay, I'll go right away!" The thin man took the wad of money and walked directly in the direction of Pu Yi. However, the moment he took the money, a look deep in his eyes appeared.
There was a touch of greed.
?????Pu Yi stared at this bold foreign girl in surprise. Her honest face was full of grievances, but he didn't know what to say.
"Hey, you're so cute. I'm second to Nogi? Oh, no, what's your name?" The foreign girl looked even more enthusiastic when she saw Puyi's appearance, "By the way, my Chinese name is
My name is Sariya."
"Momituo Buddha, poor monk Puyi."
"Wow, Puyi? You are so cute. How about we make friends?"
As soon as Pu Yi finished saying his name, Saria jumped up in surprise, and the softness on her chest was completely shaken at this moment, like rolling langoustines.
"Momituo Buddha, this poor monk is a monk, and monks are not close to women. Therefore, this poor monk cannot be friends with you." Puyi shook his head hurriedly, as if he was really frightened by Salia's enthusiasm.
Then, without waiting for Saria to speak, Puyi hurriedly said again and was about to leave, "Momithao Buddha, the female donor, and the poor monk have something to do. I'll see you later."
"Oh, no, how could you leave like this?" But at the moment Pu Yi was about to escape, Salia generously took Pu Yi's arm and shouted in surprise. At the same time, the girl on her chest
Two pairs of big ruts pressed hard against Pu Yi's arms, making Pu Yi even more uncomfortable.
"Momituo Buddha, you can't do this, Momitao Buddha~" Puyi panicked a little, but he couldn't bear to let go of Salia for fear of hurting her.
"You took away my first kiss, you have to be responsible for me~" Next, Saria said something shocking and shouted loudly.
"Uh~" There was a black line on Pu Yi's face, and he was so aggrieved that he wanted to hit the wall. Who did he offend whom? You are responsible for the poor monk. It was you who forced the poor monk to kiss him.
, Buddha, what is this?
"Hey, girl! How about doing some business?" Just when Puyi had black lines all over his head and was almost depressed to death, suddenly, a voice interrupted his depression.
Looking around, he saw a thin, wretched-looking man approaching him, but his eyes were fixed on Salia's breasts.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Zalia was shocked for a moment, as if a little strange. Unknowingly, the enthusiasm on her face dissipated a lot.
"Haha, we are about to get to know each other." The wretched man said arrogantly, and then slowly took out a thick wad of hundred-yuan bills from his arms and handed it directly to Saria, "As long as you accompany our boss
For one night, the money is yours."
"Idiot, you're too arrogant. Is it a big deal if you have money?"
"Damn it, I despise this wretched guy. I simply don't pay attention to the bald guy next to me."
"Fuck, if I had money, I would definitely use the money to kill this bastard~"
Seeing the performance of this wretched man, the people around him screamed again. Even the people who had scolded Pu Yi before now involuntarily regarded Pu Yi as the righteous party.
Everyone widened their eyes and looked in this direction without blinking. They wanted to see what this foreign girl would do, but according to their thinking, this foreign girl would probably give in to money, after all.
That thick pile of hundred-dollar bills was probably worth at least tens of thousands, which was indeed quite a temptation.
"Who is your boss?" Saria stared at the wretched man's face. Unconsciously, the enthusiasm on her face had completely disappeared.
However, the wretched man didn't seem to notice this. He directly stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the fat man, "That's our boss."
"Oh?" Saria looked in the direction pointed by the wretched man's finger, and saw the fat man. The fat man seemed to be aware of it, and actually stretched out his hand to say hello, and showed an exaggerated smile.
Next, Saria fell silent.
The wretched man is not in a hurry, he seems to be patient, and as long as he thinks about it, it means there is something to be done, so he is giving Salia time to think about it.
Pu Yi has been watching from the side and has not left. The reason is very simple. One of Saria's jade arms is still tightly hooked on his arm. He has been watching this scene with cold eyes and said nothing, if not
Saria held on to him, and he had long since taken the opportunity to escape.
After being silent for less than a minute, Saria spoke, "No, no, I thought about it, but I still can't agree to your request."
"What?" The wretched man frowned in surprise, as if he didn't expect it, but then he gritted his teeth and reached into his arms with his other hand. In the blink of an eye, he took out a large pile of banknotes and handed it over.
When he arrived in front of Saria, he asked, "I'll give you these too. Is that enough?"
"Holy shit~"
"Oh my god~"
"A lot of money~"
At this time, many women around were already exclaiming, their eyes were full of stars, those two thick wads of money were worth at least 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.
"No~" Saria shook her head again.
At this scene, the wretched man suddenly became anxious, but he had no money in his pocket.
The boss gave him so much money and asked him to do so little things. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. The wretched man was a little angry for a while. When he was angry, he cursed mercilessly, "Damn, no."
You're just a prostitute. Seventy or eighty thousand for a night is not enough for you. Who do you think you are? Damn it, it's more than enough to use this money to get those little stars. Do you think you have a lot of money?
Where is the gold?"
Listening to these dirty words, before Salia could say anything, suddenly - "Slap~"!
The wretched man's face suddenly showed several blood stains clearly.
"Damn it, who dares to hit me~~" Before he could finish his scolding, "Slap~" The other side of the face was immediately slapped again. After the slap, there was a voice, "You can get out, tomorrow
I don’t have to come to work anymore.”
"Ah~" When he saw this person's face clearly, the wretched man's expression suddenly changed. Then he directly "popped" and knelt on the ground without dignity, "Mr. Zhao, give me a chance, and I will do it again in the future."
I don’t dare anymore, I didn’t know it was you~~”
"Get out~" Mr. Zhao yelled lightly, and kicked the wretched man's chest viciously, "If you don't get out, I will destroy you~"
The wretched male model rubbed his painful chest, stared at the foreign girl with resentment, then got up and left in despair.
The fat man did not look at the wretched man who was leaving. Instead, he turned his attention directly to Salia. He never looked at Pu Yi directly from beginning to end, "Miss, as long as you stay with me for one night, these money
It's all yours."
As he spoke, the fat man arrogantly took a black leather bag from the hands of the person behind him, opened it and shook it. Suddenly, with a clatter, a large push of hundred-dollar bills fell to the ground without warning.
These banknotes are extremely conspicuous under the sunlight.
“Wow, that’s a lot of money~~”
"I have never seen so much money in my whole life~"
At this moment, everyone around them exclaimed again. After all, the money was so conspicuous, especially under the sunlight, it was even more dazzling.
Seeing so much money, Saria couldn't help but stayed for a moment, looking as if she had become stupid.
"How about it? As long as you stay with me for one night, the money will be yours. If it's not enough, you can add more. I'm not short of money. I can get as much as I want." Mr. Zhao stared at Salia arrogantly, looking at her unscrupulously.
Wandering around freely on his body, he believed that this foreign girl would probably surrender to his crotch and moan at night. He didn't believe that any woman could withstand this kind of temptation.
After being stunned for a moment, Saria came back to her senses. However, she did not look at Mr. Zhao. Instead, she turned her questioning gaze to Pu Yi beside her. She shook Pu Yi's arm and coquettishly
He asked, "Hey, my dear, tell me, can I promise him?"
"Uh~" However, when Zalia turned her attention to Pu Yi, she couldn't help but be surprised again. She saw that Pu Yi, who had been silent before and seemed indifferent to everything around him, was now very interested.
He was staring at Mr. Zhao, and what shocked Saria the most was that she actually saw a strange light in Pu Yi's eyes.
"Brother, give her to me, this money is yours~" At this time, Mr. Zhao finally looked at Pu Yi for the first time. As he said this, he took out a black suitcase from behind and opened it.
, the black box is still full of red banknotes.
"Momituo Buddha, Donor Zhao, are you rich?" Pu Yi did not look at the money, but stared at Mr. Zhao with great interest and asked.
"Zhao said, Zhao is not short of money~ Boy, just tell me if it's okay. If not, Zhao will still have it! Zhao is not short of money!" Mr. Zhao seemed a little impatient. He was just picking up girls. Why is he like this?
What about the effort?
"Momituo Buddha~ What a pity. It seems that Mr. Zhao has always forgotten the poor monk~" Pu Yi muttered something strange, and then without any warning, he directly clenched his hands into a fist and slammed it towards Mr. Zhao's mouth.