Sang Ning still has a weak psychological defense line in her heart.
She has an intern boyfriend now. If she touches a male model behind Li Juezhou’s back, does that count as cuckolding him?
However, this weak line of defense was quickly broken down, and she just touched and felt it casually.
Li Juezhou shouldn’t mind, right?
Sang Ning moved slowly among the crowd, heading towards where the muscular men were dancing.
I don’t know if it’s her imagination, but she always feels like someone’s eyes are following her.
Sang Ning raised her head and looked around, but didn't find anything strange.
Huh——
Sang Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that this is how it feels to be a thief with a guilty conscience.
She is really crazy that she would think of Li Juezhou.
Sang Ning finally squeezed through the crowd of enthusiastic young ladies.
Among the huge group of muscular men, there is a young man who is alone.
Sang Ning took a look and saw that this young man was a bit muscular. No matter in terms of face or height, he would not be the type that young ladies would like.
Those who can enter the Blue Ocean Bar to spend money are rich ladies with small assets.
If you have money, you naturally want to eat something delicious.
The competition among other muscular guys is too fierce, and everyone is surrounded by three or four young ladies who look like hungry wolves.
Only this little guy, no matter how hard he tried to pose, no one came forward to tease him.
Sang Ning walked up to him and said very politely: "Handsome guy, can I touch you?"
I don’t know if it was Sang Ning’s misunderstanding, but after she finished saying this, the muscle boy’s eyes gleamed.
The longing look in his eyes was like he was eager for a young lady to touch him.
"Yes! Little sister, as long as you want, you can touch it wherever you want!" The muscle boy's voice became trembling when he spoke, and he was so excited.
Sang Ning suddenly no longer felt guilty about teasing a well-behaved man. This was something that everyone wanted to do, just for fun.
Sang Ning felt that she was fearless, but it was her first time doing something like this, so she was still a little nervous.
Under the expectant eyes of the muscular boy, she raised her right hand, like in slow motion in a movie, and slowly put her palm against his chest bit by bit.
Just when her palms were just a hair away from the muscular boy's chest, a shocking sound suddenly sounded in her ears.
"Miss, do you charge by the number of times or by the hour?"
Sang Ning slowly raised her head with a "what the fuck" look on her face: "What do you mean?"
Although the voice was calm, it was full of questions.
The younger brother grinned his standard eight teeth at Sangying and explained: "Miss, there is a different price for touching us. One touch is 666, and one minute is 9999. Once, your palm will not stay on my muscles for more than 10 seconds."
3 seconds to calculate."
Sang Ning's whole body was about to burst. Why didn't he grab it? It would be faster to make money than just making ducks!
While Sang Ning was gradually losing her face, the younger brother was still trying to calculate the cost-effectiveness for Sang Ning: "Sister, other customers usually just choose the package of 9999 for one minute, which is more economical and affordable. I suggest you also get one.
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The young man is still imagining that he can finally place an order tonight and get commission. Looking at the young lady dressed in extraordinary clothes, no matter what, she still has to touch him for half an hour before she is willing to stop.
He must have made a lot of money tonight!
Little did he know that Sang Ning in front of him was a poor man.
Sang Ning had completely given up the idea of trying it. She glanced at her brother with a cold face and said ruthlessly: "If you want to make money, I suggest you just become a duck. After all, you have put in a certain amount of physical strength. In the end,
It’s better than blatantly robbing money here.”
The younger brother's face also darkened. Which of the brothers on this dance floor didn't get a house and a car at full price just by being casually touched by these rich ladies?
The younger brother's values have been distorted. He does not think it is his problem, but recognizes Sang Ning's true face.
She's such a poor guy, it's just a matter of hundreds or thousands of dollars, and she's just here babbling.
"Leave without touching me. Don't block other ladies here from pampering me!" The little brother no longer had a good tone and was stingy with even a fake smile.
Sang Ning finally realized it. Logically speaking, no matter how bad this guy's appearance is, seeing as his muscles are so strong, there must be people who are willing to come and feel it.
But there is no one! It turns out that these people are providing paid services, no wonder no one likes him.
The little brother was unwilling to show basic courtesy and respect, so Sang Ning also turned on the venomous mode: "Brother, if you want to be tall and muscular like you, even eating is a problem, you should change your career as soon as possible.
Well, otherwise we will starve to death."
"You damn poor guy, if you don't want to spend money, just leave. It's an eyesore!" The little brother didn't even bother to give me a look this time.
You cunning poor man, don’t think you can trick him into touching her for free!
Cousin can tell you that a young brother like him is popular with the rich women in the nightclub. As long as he works hard, making a million a year is not a dream!
He paid an entrance fee of 30,000 yuan to his cousin before he had the opportunity to enter the Blue Ocean Bar.
Although my cousin can no longer be contacted now, it is not a big problem. He has only been here for two days. After a long time, he will definitely become the top star of the Blue Ocean Bar!
What knowledge can this damn poor guy have?
When Sang Ning saw Wen Jiu still touching the muscular man, she felt a physical pain for her.
1,2,3,4……
Damn, I’ve been touching the warm wine for at least ten minutes!
Damn it! Hundreds of thousands are just gone!
Prodigal, really prodigal!
Wait, what if Wenjiu doesn’t know that touching people is a hidden expense?
Thinking of this, Sang Ning lost her composure, and quickly moved to Wenjiu again, grabbing her wrist: "Xiaojiu, do you know that there is an additional price for touching someone?"
Suddenly interrupted, Wen Jiu was stunned for a moment and smiled: "I know, but this guy is very upright and gave me a super low discount. After ten minutes of touching, I only charged 19,999. Isn't it a great deal?"
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Sang Ning was speechless. It was such a good deal. It was such a good deal that she wanted to kneel down to Wenjiu!
Needless to say, Ximena is a standard rich second generation. For her, this kind of thing may be just a pastime to spend money.
Sang Ning is worried about Wang Qiuhong. Doesn’t Wang Qiuhong often cry about poverty?
If she knew that she had to pay such a heavy price for touching these men, she would definitely be willing to hit the wall and die.
In the spirit of humanitarianism, Sang Ning still leaned into Wang Qiuhong's ear and reminded her: "Qiuqiu, touching the male model is a separate price, can you not be carried away by the muscles, and guard the money in your pocket!"<
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The muscular boy Wang Qiuhong met was very suitable for her. When Sang Ning was talking, she kept staring at others infatuatedly.
In the end, her ears were empty. She didn't listen to a word Sang Ning said.
"Sangsang, what, you don't have money to spend on male models? I'll ask you to touch her for ten seconds!"