Wu Yahuan wanted the bodyguard to help, but Ding Fan had already found the person in advance. When she saw him, she began to mutter in her heart again, seriously suspecting that Ding Fan was fooling her.
The woman in front of me is wearing heavy makeup, but it can be seen that her facial features are well proportioned, and she is not too bad without makeup. The black one-piece hip skirt makes her skin fair and flawless, and her whole body exudes a compelling fragrance, which is still a high-end perfume.
A diamond pendant hangs from the thin gold chain around her neck.
Wu Yahuan, who is 1.75 meters tall and wearing a pair of crystal high-heeled shoes, has to look up while sitting on the sofa, giving him the impression of a model.
Should I be kicked out?
Wu Yahuan was upset, but the woman spoke first, with a thin nasal voice, "Hey, why are there two of us?"
"Not being in the same room doesn't affect our work," Ding Fan said.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. Two thousand for a night, or three thousand for two people at the same time." The woman shook her golden brown waves.
Three people? And with this kind of woman?
Wu Yahuan was so disgusted that he kicked the coffee table two meters away. The woman was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her slender fingers and said nothing, but the look on her face was that she was so scared.
"Hey, Beibei has a straightforward personality." Ding Fan explained.
"Beibei? It's just despicable."
Unable to find slippers for a while, Wu Yahuan returned to his room barefoot and slammed the door. Stinky Ding Fan, dead Ding Fan, did he do it on purpose?
It's not obvious that Beibei is physically weak, but that her bones and muscles are well-proportioned, which is the result of years of fitness!
Wu Yahuan was right, this prostitute was chosen by Ding Fan from thousands of people. Leng Ling'er was an arrogant person and a person who controlled her appearance. If she hadn't been picky when she was fighting for a body, she wouldn't have known how to practice.
He died early and became a ghost. Even if he adds the word "spirit", he is still a ghost in essence!
Wu Yahuan was affected last time, and Ding Fan would not let her have any more accidents. It would be better for her to go back to her room when she was angry, so as not to waste words to persuade her to go back.
Ding Fan took Beibei into the house and then locked the door. Wu Yahuan was listening at the door and was so angry that he cursed again.
"I'm going to take a shower first." Beibei winked.
"Wash it clean and wash it several times more." Ding Fan warned.
"And mysophobia, I like it."
Twisting her waist, Beibei kicked off her shoes and took off her clothes as she walked, without any sense of shame. Just when the last fig leaf was about to be thrown away, there was a click, and Ding Fan turned off the light!
"Still playing mystery?" Beibei giggled again.
Ding Fan can see clearly whether he turns off the light or not. He does this to let Leng Linger come out!
The sound of flushing water could be heard from the bathroom. Ding Fan took out the soul collecting flag and released Leng Ling'er. Of course, he did not forget to take the peach wood sword, which was the thing she was most afraid of.
Pointing to the open bathroom door, Leng Ling'er understood and immediately stepped in, but in the blink of an eye he came out again, his limbs flailing around and turning into shadows.
"Senior, I have tried my best. This is the most beautiful prostitute in the whole street." Ding Fan spread his hands and saw that Leng Ling'er was not moving, and shook the mahogany sword again.
Helpless, Leng Ling'er had no choice but to enter the bathroom again and quickly walked out naked, her eyes burning with anger.
"A huge insult, an insult!" Leng Ling'er shouted.
"If I gave you this body and allowed you to be reborn, would you do it?" Ding Fan sneered. However, unexpectedly, Leng Ling'er refused!
"No! It's dirty, smelly, and disgusting. How can you concentrate on practicing? Moreover, her yin energy is chaotic and contaminated with a lot of filthy energy. She won't be able to succeed even if she practices till the end of time!"
One misstep leads to eternal hatred, it really makes sense!
Now is not the time to save the fallen girl, Ding Fan said sternly: "I'll find you a better one next time, let's just make do with it this time."
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Leng Ling'er shook off her dripping hair and asked directly.
"Is there a better way to communicate? We can't find a scapegoat every time."
The words were really ugly. Leng Ling'er hesitated for a moment and then said: "There is a kind of spirit control technique. You and I can establish a contract and communicate with each other consciously."
"Cool, teach me quickly." Ding Fan said excitedly.
"Okay." Leng Ling'er picked up the pen and wrote out one method after another.
What a good word!
"The words are just like the person." Ding Fan praised but did not move. Leng Ling'er was very stubborn, how could she compromise so easily, and her eyes were rolling straight just now, clearly she had no good intentions.
It is said to be a spiritual control technique, but it is probably used to control Ding Fan. Even if her consciousness is only blurred for a moment, she can control it and achieve the purpose of escaping!
"Senior, if you write so fast, you won't miss some steps!" The Taomu Sword struck a few times in her hand, but it seemed to hit Leng Linger's body, making her shiver.
This kid looked careless, but he was calm and not rash in his actions. Leng Ling'er suddenly grabbed the piece of paper, and it turned into pieces as soon as he closed his palm. Ding Fan was stunned when he saw it. He would definitely not be able to beat him!
"It's been too long. I've made some mistakes in my memory. I'll write it again!" I started writing as soon as I started writing. I think all the contents must have been changed.
This time, Ding Fan smiled and put the paper away. Leng Ling'er said dissatisfiedly, "After establishing the contract, you and I will have a master-servant relationship. Life is worse than death!"
"You can't say that. If you want, we can be friends."
Ding Fan pointed his mahogany sword again, and he could go back.
Leng Ling'er muttered and returned to the bathroom, suddenly left Beibei and returned to the Soul Collection Flag.
The whole process didn't even take ten minutes. Ding Fan carefully read the contents on the paper, memorized the method firmly, and then imitated Leng Ling'er, making a cup in his palm and exerting force!
Open your palms, it’s just a compacted ball of paper, not broken!
This was the gap. Ding Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head. He tore up the paper ball by hand and threw it into the sink, then flushed it down.
When Beibei came out wrapped in a bath towel, she found no one in the room. When she looked outside, she found Ding Fan and Wu Yahuan sitting side by side on the sofa.
"I ve done washing!"
Beibei waved her little finger, and Wu Yahuan almost didn't laugh. Unexpectedly, this prostitute was also a master of makeup. At this moment, without makeup, her face was ashen, her lips were bloodless, even her body was covered with a layer of faint purple, and her hair was wet.
With half of his face covered, he looks like a zombie!
"I'm not interested anymore. This is your money. You can leave." Ding Fan issued an eviction order.
Beibei was stunned. If only all the men in the world were so easy to get rid of, she really wanted to spend the night with this kind and handsome man.
But my body was so tired and I couldn't lift my spirits. I yawned and said, "This is what you said, don't regret it."
Bebe carried her lead-like legs back into the house to put on her clothes. Her head was full of mud, and she couldn't figure out why even the ground was covered with water.
Beibei didn't even think about putting on makeup. After Beibei walked out, she took the money away and rubbed her sore shoulders, "Nima, why are you like all the men in the world?"
Wu Yahuan became suspicious again. Could it be a quick decision and the two of them would act for him?
No, Beibei is terrible without makeup. How could Ding Fan do it? Moreover, Ding Fan is neatly dressed without any wrinkles.
"Xiaofan, was it successful?" Wu Yahuan asked carefully.
"No, let's talk about it next time." Ding Fan shook his head.