Making money is only a small aspect, the main thing is that Wu Yahuan gives more. The most important thing is that living in this villa is undoubtedly the safest.
No one dares to have a direct conflict with Wu Yahuan, but it is different with the elder sister. It may implicate them. After all, someone is trying to burn down her house.
After going downstairs, Wu Yahuan opened the garage and chose the motorcycle that looked like a bicycle. The two of them put on helmets respectively, with Wu Yahuan driving the car and Ding Fan sitting behind, and quickly left the villa.
"Hold my sister's c** tightly," Wu Yahuan said.
"Isn't that offensive?"
"How can you pretend to be a serious person when you have a belly full of tricks?"
"I'm still afraid that your father will chop him to death."
"You should first consider whether you will be killed if you drive too fast."
You're welcome then. Ding Fan hugged Wu Yahuan's waist tightly. The two of them were immediately close to each other and could clearly feel the temperature of each other's bodies.
What a difference! Wu Yahuan acted very calmly. Thinking about Cai Cai again, she just hugged her face to face unintentionally, but she was still crying even though she was dying. It seemed like she had suffered a big loss.
Ding Fan simply rested his head on Wu Yahuan's back, feeling that it was a pleasure. At this moment, he really wanted to take off his safety helmet and have a closer contact.
Wu Yahuan snorted coldly and accelerated suddenly. Ding Fan suddenly felt like he was in the clouds, with strong winds in his ears, and he almost fainted.
The motorcycle made a deafening roar and shot forward as fast as an arrow. The street lights instantly turned into shadows. What was even more outrageous was that Wu Yuhuan raised the front wheel from time to time.
Ding Fan was so frightened that he could only hold him tighter than the tightest.
He didn't even know where he was driving. When he arrived at his destination, Ding Fan got out of the car in a daze and squatted on the side of the road with a pale face. He almost vomited.
"Haha, riding a motorcycle is exciting enough." Wu Yahuan laughed happily.
"Sister, you are risking your life. I strongly urge you to take a taxi back." Ding Fan waved his hand weakly.
"Young man, please exercise more!" Wu Yahuan patted Ding Fan on the shoulder sympathetically and said, "In the morning, if you had this speed, you would have thrown away the pursuer."
"Hehe, he was even more unlucky. He got into a car accident and suffered internal injuries even if he died." Ding Fan smiled disapprovingly.
Looking at the surrounding environment, it is a suburb of the city. On the roadside is the Tuberose Dance Hall. The name cannot be more tacky. The two-story building, the plaque seems to have been installed ten years ago, has faded and turned white, and a few small lanterns
, more like a will-o'-the-wisp in the dark night, flickering and flickering, I'm really worried that it will go out in the next moment.
There were several bicycles and tricycles parked at the door, and the lingering and melancholy sound came from the crack of the half-open door, making people feel like they were back in the evil old society.
"Sister Huan, are we here to dance?" Ding Fan rubbed his eyes hard, in disbelief.
"Yes, it's so sentimental. There are also people dressed as simple village girls. It only costs a few hundred yuan to play for one night." Wu Yahuan said seriously.
"This is not consistent with your worth!"
"Haha, it matches your worth very well." Wu Yahuan said with a smile.
The environment in the Ranqing Bar was completely different. Ding Fan could only understand that Wu Yahuan had an unusual taste. He loved delicacies from the mountains and seas, and also liked thick rice soup.
Seeing Ding Fan, who had taken off his helmet, looking depressed and listless, Wu Yahuan smiled and bent over, hooked his fingers at him, and pushed the motorcycle to the backyard of the song and dance hall.
It was a large yard surrounded by iron barns. One of the doors was open, and light came from inside.
Wu Yahuan took out the mask and put it on himself first. Ding Fan also put it on his face. The two imps immediately appeared in the yard. Wu Yahuan then continued to push the motorcycle into the warehouse.
As far as he could see, Ding Fan was shocked. There were hundreds of motorcycles parked in the warehouse, all of which seemed to be quite valuable.
"What place is this?" Ding Fan asked in a low voice.
"Don't ask, I'll know it right away."
After Wu Yahuan parked his motorcycle, he simply took Ding Fan's arm and walked along the narrow passage toward the bright light. Ding Fan discovered that the light came from the ground.
Sure enough, I saw the steps leading to the underground. Not far down, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a half-mask with a cigarette in his mouth, sitting with his legs crossed in front of a mottled desk.
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Behind him is a heavy door with four large blood-red characters written on it, "No strangers allowed to enter!"
Ding Fan understood that the place Wu Yahuan really wanted to go was behind this door. As for the Tuberose song and dance hall outside, it was just a cover to hide it from others.
Facing this pair of men and women wearing ghost masks, the middle-aged man was very calm. He had been used to it for a long time. He stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Access card!"
Wu Yahuan took out a golden card from his bag. There was no writing on it, only a woman with half her face covered. After passing it over, the man glanced at it, nodded, took out the small remote control from under the table, and pressed it.
A complex password.
Click to send, the heavy door slowly opened, and immediately the sound of loud music floated out.
So advanced!
Ding Fan secretly praised him, Wu Yahuan gave him a gentle push, and the two of them walked in slowly.
Through a long and narrow corridor, Ding Fan entered a fantasy world and couldn't help but be stunned.
Sun Wukong, Bull Demon King, Red Boy, Patrolling Yaksha, Jade Faced Fox, Superman, Spider-Man, Batman, Hulk, various female ghosts, male ghosts, all gathered here, laughing unbridled, and the demons danced wildly!
Wu Yahuan didn't lie. This was an unknown underground masquerade party. Everyone dressed up in a different way, and under the cover of masks, they showed off their original side.
"Sister Huan, this is incredible, who are these people?" Ding Fan asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, it's quite fun. Look over there, there's something you might like." Wu Yahuan pointed to the far left side.
Ding Fan stretched his neck and looked over, and was immediately dumbfounded. Three women wearing Xian'e masks, most of whom were wearing as little as possible, were shaking their hair wildly, and other parts of their bodies were also shaking violently.
Especially the white fox tail at the back swinging around, always covering the most critical part just right.
"It's broken. What should I do if my nose bleeds?" Ding Fan's voice was trembling.
"Haha, are you interested in such a vulgar fan? It's so tasteless!" Wu Yahuan laughed.
"What kind of education can I have in primary school?"
"Introduce one to you?"
"No, I don't want to spend money. I just want to satisfy my eye addiction." Ding Fan said.
"Stingy, then, do you want to make money?" Wu Yahuan asked meaningfully.
"Of course I want to, but I am so pure, how can I still get 500,000 a night." Ding Fan rubbed his hands and said arrogantly.