Under the cold gaze of the beautiful woman standing at the door, Zhou Jirong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He raised his leg and kicked the low glass table that was illuminated by the lights in a weird way.

The private room was empty.

Damn madman! He actually let him go! He had clearly called three times a day to beg him to be present, but he had no choice but to fall in love with the fairy sister behind him recently, and the fairy sister only loves Satan and not him. This is not true.

, told the fairy sister that he was Satan's child, and the fairy sister gave him a look and a half of charity in a dignified and self-possessed manner.

Great now!

The fairy sister's slender, boneless and slender hands impatiently plucked her green silk stockings, her beautiful and fairy lace long pleated skirt deflected, she snorted to express her boredom, and turned around to leave.

Zhou Jirong came out quickly and stopped him, "Sister, where are you going? Even without that crazy Ling, this resort would still be a resort, and I, handsome guy Zhou, would still be a handsome guy!"

The frail body of the fairy sister trembled slightly with anger, and her expression was full of grievances, "Zhou Jirong, you lied to me first and stopped me later. You are not trustworthy!"

"Who said I lied to you? I'll contact the madman right now!"

Ling Yansen stayed in the elevator for a long time. As soon as he came to his senses, he strode out of the elevator. Leng Sensen's exquisite and messy figure instantly killed all the films in the lobby. He was in a good mood, but he didn't look that good.

, just like a worldly master who has just emerged from the cold pool after being immersed in the cold pool for a hundred years, and is left alone in the world.

Just now I heard her talking about the location in ugly Fukuoka dialect. It seemed to be in the theme private room on the sixth floor...

He grabbed an adaptation casually, and his tone was as cold as the bottom of the lake, but very polite and gentlemanly, "Excuse me, is the sixth floor a themed private room?"

The young man who was unceremoniously focusing on his collar was obviously a little too frightened to adapt, but his timid eyes were once stuck on Ling Yansen's overly long and beautiful knuckles, and he swallowed before nodding.

"How many theme rooms are there in total?"

"Sir, are you asking about a large private room or a small private room?"

Ling Yansen had a headache. Under the bright yellow light, his fair face had bulging cheeks. It could be seen that he was twitching briefly, and his thick eyebrows were already knitted.

After thinking about it, I decided to go straight to the point.

"The name of the distinguished guest who recently came to your resort is Hiranoji. Which private room is he in?"

Listening to his extremely gloomy tone, and looking at his cold and deeply sad expression, the waiter wondered in his heart, could he be here to cause trouble? That old pervert Pingye had many enemies. How much money did he have every year?

He would get into trouble, big or small, at the resort, showing off his nouveau riche stink...

"Sir, if you are asking about Mr. Hirano Yamaji, he has the largest theme package on the sixth floor, hump."

Ling Yansen suddenly let go, with a bit of force. The slender green-white fingertips turned white, and the color on his face was even more difficult to describe simply. It seemed to be a combination of green and white, with a little bit of cold black.

hump?

It is indeed a resort that is extremely vulgar and explicit! The meaning of hump in slang is quite colorful. It seems that he has time to report this high-end and corrupt entertainment place to the relevant departments to the relevant departments.

The waiter was holding the tray and was about to leave cautiously, but saw the stern man in front of him suddenly stretched out his overly long legs wrapped in smooth trousers, blocking his way.

The shiny light reflected on those leather shoes is like the coldness on a man's face, which cannot be looked directly at.

"What kind of theme package is opposite hump? Has anyone made a reservation?"

"It's a small face-to-face bag, the kind that can be used by two or three people to get high. It contains various devices. It's extremely convenient and full of fun..."

"Has anyone made a reservation?" Ling Yansen was extremely impatient.

"Sir, this private room is very popular. Young people like to come here, so it is almost never empty." The waiter was so afraid of the devil like Yama in front of him that he replied tactfully, yes, someone has made a reservation.

I originally thought that the man in front of me would give up, but I didn't expect it. Ling Yansen did not blink, and his tone was light, just like his unruly green and black thick eyebrows, which naturally stood up on the fine lines on his forehead.

.

"Tell your person in charge to cancel the reservation. I want that private room."

The waiter was completely petrified now. Those in their profession are of course good at observing people's emotions. They also knew that the man in front of them was a domineering type with extraordinary bearing and wealth. However, the person who reserved the private room today was also famous in Luan City.

Chen Sanshao, his father is from the Department of Health, and his mother is from the Bureau of Justice...

"Sir, are you kidding me? Not to mention that I am a small waiter and do not have that much power. Our club also has rules. First come, first served, we must abide by it..."

"Did I tell you to make your own decision? What are your ears for? I'll let you negotiate with your person in charge! Tell him that I am the president of Jiayu International!" Ling Yansen raised his eyebrows and narrowed his angular eyes.

In his eyes and eye sockets, the mist was thick and dark, bottomless, his thin lips were pursed, but the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he was holding a faint sarcasm, and he snorted with a voice like

The waiter's hand didn't feel sore at first when he held the tray, but after holding it for a long time, the weight became threatening and unbearable.

It's strange that this young boy was placed on the muzzle of an angry beast.

"...Jia...Jiayu International?" The little boy's waiter's eyes immediately widened and he could not speak clearly.

Ling Yansen nodded indifferently, half-smiling but not smiling, as if he was very pleased to see the wonderful expression on his face.

"Mr. Ling! I'm sorry, I'm too young to see Taishan. I'm going to tell our supervisor right now and ask him to deal with Mr. Chen no matter what. You move to the sixth floor first. When you get there, someone will naturally take you there.

face to face.”

"So, thank you."

With these four words, it was like a gift from God. The tall and tall man turned around gracefully, leaving behind an unruly back, smooth and broad shoulders, and a thin but extremely lean back.

Therefore, when Zhou Jirong's phone calls came through, Ling Yansen would follow the waiter leading the way to the door of the so-called small private room.

Ling Yansen stared at the closed thick glass door with a cold and dark light on the opposite side of the narrow corridor. He only hated that he was a mortal and did not have the function of seeing through.

Seeing the caller ID, her thin lips opened slightly, as if she just remembered that there is Zhou Jirong, by the way, this guy has been bombarded with phone calls for several days, telling people that he must be there tonight...

His face darkened, Ling Yansen comforted himself that he did not break the appointment, he just changed the venue temporarily.

"Zhou Jirong, I'm here..."

"Damn maniac! What kind of trouble are you trying to make! How did I tell you to cooperate well? Just treat it like a buddy and beg you this time. Where did you die?"

Ling Yansen rolled his eyes, "Theme private room on the sixth floor, face to face."

"What the hell is that place? Why don't you come to our original private room?"

At this time, the waiter pushed open the black glass door and turned on the light. Ling Yansen walked in, but his footsteps were stuck on the door frame. Looking at everything dazzling in the private room, even he couldn't help but curl his lips.

He twitched hard, seeming to remember that guy Zhou Jirong said that he would bring a fairy sister over. He didn't know why he was smoking recently, and he was crazy about the fairy sister...

The most popular, chaotic, most obscene s...m nowadays is fully equipped and paired with a fairy sister who is not sure whether she is really innocent or fake...

Ling Yansen's slender, white index finger touched the short, prickly green stubble on his sharpened chin, his thin lips seemed to be curved but not curved, but there was a faint and sly smile on his handsome cheeks.

This combination seems to be quite refreshing for him.

So……

"Zhou Jirong, come here with your partner, I'll wait for you here."

Zhou Jirong had no choice but to obey Madman Ling's advice. Besides, he didn't want to just let go of his fairy sister who had been chasing him for half a month and finally agreed to come out and play with him.

He stepped into the colorful pit prepared for him by Madman Ling.

******

Qingwu was very busy and somewhat overwhelmed. In fact, two managers from the resort also came, and there was a whole row of ladies, including loli type, royal sister type, lady type, fiery type, slim type, plump type, all-inclusive.

, everything you need.

But so many beauties surrounded the old ghost Hirano, and she couldn't figure out why Hirano still had time to raise a glass to her from a distance every two minutes and invite her to drink together.

Less than an hour after arriving, I had already finished three glasses of red wine.

If she continues like this, she won't be able to hold on for long. She is no longer the drunken person she was three years ago, and her body is not the same body it was three years ago. Ever since she experienced that nightmare and gave birth prematurely, her body has become worse than before.

"Duan Sang, you're not good at drinking. You've only had three drinks and your face is already flushed. The night is still going to be long tonight."

Various orioles and swallows were singing in low tones, and Japanese songs were playing on the large screen in front of the private room. Hirano's energetic voice could still reach Qingwu's ears so clearly. Qingwu looked around Hirano.

The two dead people sitting there, who had already fallen into the beauty's nest and shook their heads, rolled their eyes, smiled awkwardly, and said nothing.

Talk about cooperation?

She couldn't help but despise it. Could it be that after three men slept with these young ladies and spent the night together, Hirano would spend billions on the resort?

Don't blame her for scoffing.
Chapter completed!