The Devil's Catch of an Old Woman [Wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival]
"Ha, you have the ability to know yourself!"
After all the women left, the madam cried with joy. God has grown eyes again. This man belongs to her in the future!!
She didn't care about the pain on her body, so she quickly shook her fat body and ran into the room. She grabbed Zhang Zhijun's hand and burst into tears, "Fate, this is our fate, you will belong to me in the future.
, I will treat you well in the future!”
Zhang Zhijun was originally drowsy, but he almost pretended to be a zombie after hearing what she said, "What did you say? Say it again!"
"Baby, I said you will be mine in the future!" After the madam said that, she put it on and pointed it at his lips and slapped hard.
"Ahem, ahem... This is not true, this is not true..." Zhang Zhijun couldn't help but cough violently, and in an instant he was completely disappointed.
The madam was so excited that she ignored the expression on his face, and hugged his neck like she was hugging a beloved toy, "My sweetheart, I really love you so much, no one can separate us from now on
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"Get out, get out!!"
"Mo Yan, you bastard, shameless person, you have the will to kill me. What's the point of insulting people like this!!"
Zhang Zhijun's heart-wrenching shouts were rising and falling. Everyone who heard them could only shake their heads helplessly, and at the same time they became more wary of the young master who always smiled and greeted others.
Unexpectedly, this tormenting book by the young master is even better than the eldest master!
The passion faded, Mu Wanning had been hit by him and was about to fall apart. As soon as he was relieved, he fell asleep.
Mo Yan touched her skin with his fingertips, and he made up his mind to protect him well in the future.
When I left the house, everyone looked at him with strange eyes, but the beauties seemed to have some resentment. Haha, is that Zhang Zhijun a toothpick that is strong outside and fucked at the middle?
Look at the time, Mo Bing shouldn't have fallen asleep at this time. Instead of being beaten to death by him, he might as well go to him to explain the reason directly. At least half of what happened today is his responsibility!
Mo Yan inserted his hands into his pocket handsomely, his eyes were not squinting, as if he was thinking about something.
The women all looked at him shyly and pretty, but unexpectedly, a bloated woman suddenly rushed out to block her way. Everyone exclaimed, even the woman who was about to go to the private room with the guests upstairs.
Stop and stop.
That old woman wouldn't even want to get involved in the pure young master, right?
"Get out!"
Mo Bing didn't even bother to look at her directly, and scolded her in a deep voice. However, the woman actually grabbed his arm boldly and dragged Mo Yan directly into the room next to her.
"Ah...she actually..." Many women couldn't help but scream, unable to believe their eyes.
"The old witch is really bullying people too much!"
Two women who had never enjoyed Zhang Zhijun before were trying to run upstairs in high heels, but were stopped by a woman in white cheongsam.
When the two saw that it was Ye Youran, they stopped quickly, "Youran, you get out of here, we are going to teach her a lesson!"
"Mommy is your boss after all. If you rush in like this, she will definitely wear small shoes in the future. Why don't you go!" Ye Youran's eyes were sincere, and even when she was talking, there were two shallow cheeks on her cheeks.
The pear blossom dimples look very refreshing and lovely.
Ye Youran came here after the opening of "Wild Lily". Because her father suddenly passed away and her family lost its financial support, she was forced to become a place to sell her skills but not her own.
She often wears a snow-white cheongsam, and her natural cold temperament makes her look like a lady from the Republic of China. Even if she was born in this nightclub's large dye vat, she still retains her temperament without staining.
"Youran's words make sense, but we really can't swallow this. In our eyes, the young master is like a star. He must not be abused by the old witch!"
Two impulsive girls are quite polite. Ye Youran is quite popular here. It is said that whether she is selling her skills or not is a privilege given by the eldest son, so the Wild Lily people dare not deliberately seek trouble for her in private.
I was afraid that Mo Bing would really support her behind her.
Ye Youran smiled, "Everyone said impulse is a devil. Do you think she can knock the young master down?"
"That's right, just because of the trick that the young master showed in the hall before, he might be an old witch, and he is not his opponent." One of the girls nodded.
"But why haven't he come out yet?"
"You guys hurry up and go to your job. It would be bad if the eldest master saw it!" Ye Youran's eyebrows were gently tucked up, and no one could bear to refuse the worries between the eyebrows.
"But we are so worried about the young master. You see, you haven't come out yet. Why don't you go and find the young master? Otherwise, something will happen if this continues!" The woman who was already exposed in clothes stomped her feet in front of her, and she was so coquettish.
The plumpness that was about to emerge suddenly surged.
"Don't worry, I promise nothing will happen!"
"No, I'm still worried. Sister Youran, please come and invite the eldest master to come down. Please, please, among us women, only you have spoken to the eldest master, and he will definitely know you!"
Ye Youran has a cold and classical temperament, just like a somewhat arrogant lady. Although she treats others peacefully, she always makes people feel a little distance.
In addition, her appearance is as beautiful as a secluded orchid in the valley, and is rare in modern society, so men are unforgettable to remember such women.
Ye Youran has enjoyed such treatment since she was a child. She has never lacked the love and pursuit of men around her. Although she has always disdained to make herself a men's accessory, that man broke all her previous persistence.
"He no longer remembers me." Ye Youran's tone was very light, with a faint sadness.
Just when they passed by yesterday, the man had no sign of her in his eyes. I'm afraid he would have forgotten what he once praised her.
"This outfit is very suitable for your temperament, lonely and cold, making me feel pity for you."
Unfortunately, I still feel pity for this, not including himself!
"Sister Youran, go quickly. The young master hasn't come out yet, we are all anxious!" The two women refused to give in and pushed Ye Youran upstairs directly.
Youran has been quiet since ancient times, so she could not withstand such push and force, so she had to nod and agree.
But the two of them didn't believe her, and followed her to the fourth floor president's office before stopping, and did not forget to signal her with their eyes, "Knock on the door!"
"Anyway, you are here too, why don't you go?"
Ye Youran had never been so cramped. When she thought of seeing that man again, her heart was beating wildly.