Seeing these women, Zhao Gangjun wanted to express his sincere emotion.
There are so many beauties.
The warblers and the swallows are beautiful, the rings are fat and the swallows are thin.
There are all kinds of characters, and every one of them has a good temperament. At first glance, they look like they could be the heroines of novels.
The way these women looked at Zhao Gangjun was unscrupulous.
Because they all come from the romantic field.
There is really no word shy in their life dictionary, and under normal circumstances, if people who make a living in that kind of situation are shy, they are destined to not make money.
The person sitting in front of me right now is the legendary Brother Gang, who is said to be the boss of Brother Huangmao. How can these women behave if they don’t understand?
Even though Lin Qianru was sitting next to Zhao Gangjun, she was ignored by these people.
In their opinion, no one has too many women, right?
It's normal for a man like Gang Bong to have a few more women, right?
Zhao Gangjun couldn't stand the enthusiasm of these women. When he was at the Butterfly Club, Zhao Gangjun often encountered some women who made secret glances or threw themselves into their arms. And these outstanding ones in front of him were undoubtedly more attractive.
No normal man would be able to ignore their eyes begging for hooking up.
Of course, Zhang Youyou was not normal, so he looked at these women seriously, and then said, "Which of you can act?"
"I!"
"me!!"
"Me me me!!"
A group of women immediately cheered together, working more diligently than the police.
Zhang Youyou raised his hand and pressed it down, and the women slowly became quiet.
"Each of you, act out a scene for me."
Zhang Youyou said seriously, "I plan to find a supporting actress for the next short film."
"I come!!"
"I'll go first!!"
The women screamed together again.
"Grass, be quiet."
Huang Mao looked a little confused and scolded, "This is not a playground, don't croak like a chicken."
"We are just chickens."
A plump-looking woman curled her lips and whispered.
Huang Mao's face stiffened for a moment, then he glanced at Zhao Gangjun in embarrassment and said, "Brother Gangjun, don't be offended if your tutoring is not strict."
"Haha, it's hard for a woman without her own personality to become popular."
Zhao Gangjun received it with a smile, "I like them very much."
"Brother Gangbong, can I chat with you tonight?"
The plump woman who said she was a chicken said immediately.
Zhao Gangrong glanced at Lin Qianru beside him.
Lin Qianru looked to the side and said she didn't see anything.
Zhao Gangrong coughed twice and said, "Well, don't talk nonsense!"
"Oh, Brother Gangbong, is he still a strict wife?"
The plump woman covered her mouth and snickered.
The woman on the side also laughed.
"Damn it, no one is laughing at letting her stand on the street at night!"
Huang Mao said angrily.
The group of women may have been really frightened, and they slowly became silent.
The next step is naturally the time to test your acting skills.
The acting skills of these women are very good.
Of course, this is a bit nonsense.
It's strange that a woman who works in a night club like Butterfly Club has poor acting skills.
Especially these few who are more open-minded, their acting skills are even more perfect.
If you ask her to cry, she will cry for you. If you ask her to laugh, she will laugh more happily than anyone else.
More than half an hour passed. The group of women finally finished their performance.
"I want you."
Zhang Tianyou pointed at the plump woman who said she was a chicken before and said, "Your performance is the most natural and the most open! What's your name?"
"Me? Are you asking for someone's stage name or real name?"
The plump woman said shyly.
"Um, what's your real name?" Zhang Youyou asked.
"Wang Lizhu." The plump woman said.
"Where's your stage name?"
"Lin Feng'er."
"Well, then let's call you Lin Feng'er."
As Zhang Youyou said, he looked at Huang Mao and said, "Brother Huang Mao, I want this. Let her come to my place tomorrow and I can give her a brief training?"
"Yes! Yes! Try to train on the bed!" Huang Mao raised his eyebrows ambiguously.
Zhang Missile coughed twice and said, "I... Brother Gang and I are still different."
"Depend on!"
Zhao Gangjun said angrily from the side, "You mean I'm sexier than you?"
Zhang Youyou remained silent.
"Huang Mao, do you think I can be more sexy than him?" Zhao Gangjun looked at Huang Mao dissatisfied.
Huang Mao lowered his head and played with the bones he had just eaten.
Zhao Gangjun looked at Lin Qianru unwillingly and asked, "Qianru, please comment!"
Lin Qianru was poking at the plastic sheet on the table with a toothpick.
Zhao Gangjun gave up decisively.
"Tomorrow's training, Brother Gang, will you go?"
Lin Feng'er looked at Zhao Gangjun pitifully.
Zhao Gangjun was stunned for a moment, touched his nose, and said, "Well, I probably won't go. Missile is responsible for this. If you have anything to do, just ask Missile."
Lin Feng'er had an expression of disappointment on her face that everyone could see, and she sighed quietly, and her plump breasts, which were at least 34 days old, trembled with this sigh.
Judging from the amount of trembling, these breasts are absolutely original.
Zhao Gangrong swallowed and looked at Lin Qianru beside him who continued to poke the plastic sheet with her head lowered.
It seems that Qianru is only 34b.
The night is getting darker.
A bald man walked on the road.
The bald man's expression was very indifferent, one could even say indifferent.
It's summer now, but this bald man is wearing a long-sleeved coat with a hood.
The wind slowly picked up.
Several thunder flashed across the sky.
The most common thunderstorm in summer is here.
The bald man put the hood of his coat on his head and shrank down.
You can see that this bald man has a big belly because his coat is stretched out in a circle by his belly.
The bald man walked forward with his head lowered.
Under the street lights, pedestrians holding umbrellas appeared to be in a hurry.
Baldhead walked to a corner.
There was no one on the street at this time.
The bald man walked to the middle of the road and placed something wrapped in a black plastic bag on the ground.
In the dark, it is difficult to see such a thing in the middle of the road.
After putting away his things, the bald man turned around and walked aside, then sat quietly at a bus stop not far away.
He looked at the plastic bag calmly.
About five minutes passed.
A beige minibus drives from far to near.
Baldhead looked at his watch.
Then I looked at the minibus again.
CMB is very fast.
The license plate is the one issued by the provincial party committee.
The minibus slowed down a lot when it turned the intersection.
The CMB driver did not see anything in the middle of the road at all, and the thing itself was not big.
Therefore, after turning the corner, the minibus drove directly over the thing.
The minibus bumped slightly, but did not stop.
The bald man looked at the thing on the ground with no expression on his face, then walked over, picked up the thing on the ground, turned and walked away.
After walking for who knows how long, Baldhead walked into a community, then went up to a certain floor, opened the door, and walked in.
"I thought you weren't coming back."
Li Rong sat on the sofa and said while watching TV, "It's a rainy day. Have you gone on a date?"