"Look, what am I talking about? How dare Crazy Ling let my pigeons go. Sister, follow your brother, your Satan is waiting for us on the sixth floor!"

Zhou Jirong gave himself a thumbs up proudly.

The fairy sister immediately softened her expression, her pretty face was like cream, and she didn't know how much pure milk she had soaked in it to make it breakable. She covered her mouth and smiled lightly, "Then let's go quickly."

"okay!"

Zhou Jirong's face, which was dripping with sweat, finally returned to the carefree look it had before. He thought to himself that although Madman Ling's temper was getting better and better, he still treated him well as a kid. He was so tough on his words that he let him do it.

Isn't he here yet?

But when Zhou Jirong led the fairy sister to the private room on the sixth floor, and the waiter opened the door for them, the color that had just recovered on Zhou Jirong's face was suddenly painted over with candy-colored paint.

It's not just him.

The fairy sister looked at the dazzling array of gadgets in the private room that marked some kind of difficult sports, and her pink face was even more bruised and difficult to distinguish.

Ling Yansen crossed his legs, puffed out a cigarette on his thin lips, and his extremely beautiful lines and slender legs swayed slowly in the air. He stared at the two people at the door who looked different but could be called a complicated person. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and continued.

The career of puffing up smoke.

Zhou Jirong clenched his fists, rushed towards the dead man in the private room who was specifically trying to mess with him, grabbed Ling Yansen's collar, and lowered his voice, "Madman! What can't I do to you? You want to do this to me!"

Ling Yansen was very calm, and his evil eyes glanced at the interior environment with a cyan design, a stretcher-like tatami single bed, with straps on the surrounding floor, and even a small area in the corner of the room, lightly frosted

It has a glass design and a built-in bathtub that can accommodate three people. There is a steel frame on the side of the bathtub. As for what it is used for, anyone who knows what a Japanese-style love hotel means can figure it out.

One side of her thin lips curled up in an unknown arc. Ling Yansen turned his eyes and glanced at the fairy-like white gauze dress standing at the door. The fairy sister with a face as ethereal as a fossil was incompatible with the style of the private room. He raised his eyes.

, his ink-like eyes looked at Zhou Jirong faintly, and his expression became serious.

"Rongzi, I flattered you as you wished. Brothers also have their own things to do, so let's make do with it. I think the person at the door is probably fake. You have been deceived. Hurry up and take advantage of it.

Dump her quickly before she clings to you."

Zhou Jirong squinted at the man with loose legs dangling on the sofa, wishing he could punch his overly evil face!

"Brother, let me tell you, we are serious this time! My mother has told me that if we don't make the decision before the year, I will take away my credit card and my beloved baby car! Come and support me!"

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"As long as you don't change the private room tonight, I will feed you."

Ling Yansen didn't even raise his eyes, but he was thinking in his heart. According to Zhou Jirong's throwing money at a speed that was comparable to the speed of light, ten Jiayu Internationals might not be able to provide for his five years of luxurious life. Of course, he just said it verbally.

It's just a promise, a verbal righteousness. After all, it doesn't need the support of real Jiayu International. It has no sense of weight. Ling Yansen has always agreed happily, just like when he was soft-hearted at the beginning, thinking that Xiao Manyin could not escape death, so he was confused.

Confusedly agreed to get married.

Zhou Jirong gritted his teeth and shook his bright middle finger at Ling Yansen. He walked to the door and pulled in the fairy sister with a reserved but blushing face. He took the opportunity to wipe some oil on his palms and rubbed the fairy sister's soft and boneless hands. He thought deeply in his heart.

No, but the fairy sister's eyes were clearly fixed on Ling Yansen from the moment she walked in the door, and she had no time to worry about Zhou Jirong's abuse.

Zhou Jirong watched with cold eyes, but he didn't care. Anyway, this girl looks pretty good. Her figure is wrapped in a long skirt, and she is not much different just by looking at her tall figure. She was highly recommended by her mother.

It's quite comfortable to live a makeshift life.

Ling Yansen was obviously ignoring the fairy sister's thousands-watt gaze.

He sat at the door.

I am quite satisfied with the design of this private room. There is a small frame in the middle of the black glass door, which is transparent. As long as you turn to one side, you can see the door directly facing the opposite bakery through the glass.

He swallowed absentmindedly, but the waiter placed the red wine in front of him, but he was very self-aware and did not move at all. When he was thirsty, he asked the waiter to bring him a glass of fruit wine, and drank it casually.

Little by little, the gorgeous light patterns similar to those on the roof crossed his Leng Yi's forehead in circles, very slowly, but he used enough patience. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that the light in the walkway was too dark.

, the damn door opposite was too thick, and the surroundings were extremely noisy. He had no way of knowing what was going on inside!

One hour and three minutes passed, and he didn't know how long that damn woman would stay in there with that old pervert! Could it be all night? Couldn't she come out for convenience?

Stupid woman, she doesn’t know she’s in danger!

When she finished her fourth glass of red wine, Qing Wu was already a little unsteady on her feet. She was the kind of person whose little face would turn red when she touched the wine. Anyone could see that she was walking sloppily on the cotton ball.

He was drunk.

While slaughtering Hirano Yamaji thousands of times in his heart, he stood up with a smile, his belly slightly swollen due to the liquid, tightly fitting the gorgeous high-cut cheongsam. There were many people in the private room, and the space was closed.

Yes, my back was already wet with sweat. Fortunately, the cheongsam was of high quality and made of silk, so it didn't feel too uncomfortable even if it was mixed with greasy sweat.

"Hirano-kun, I'm sorry, please leave for a while."

Qingwu stood up leisurely and winked at the beautiful ladies clinging to Hirano. The ladies understood and quickly grabbed the wine glasses on the table, hummed softly, and poured it into Hirano's mouth.

I was so busy that I drank it down.

Hirano wanted to get up, but at this moment it was as if he was stuck in a silk hole, unable to move forward, so he had no choice but to nod his head and agreed to Qingwu's temporary resignation.

Qingwu let out a big breath and fanned the wind with her weak and slender hands. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. She quickly took her bag and pushed open the glass door. When she came out of the private room, she suddenly felt that the space around her became wider.

The breath has also been reduced a lot.

Leaning against the smooth black reflective glass wall, she took a deep breath. Her stomach was turbulent, and she had no choice but to hold on to the wall with one hand and slowly walk to the bathroom.

In fact, the themed private rooms are so large and the design of each private room is complicated. They are not completed by one designer. The decoration styles of many private rooms are designed according to the needs of customers.

Private rooms like hump have rooms within rooms and compartments within compartments, all separated by looming screens. Naturally, there is no shortage of bathrooms inside, but facing those ambiguous screens that cannot cover up the sound, Qingwu can't help but

To come out, go to the public restroom to solve the problem.

Ling Yansen saw the door open, and the beautiful figure was like a gorgeous rose emerging from the darkness, erratically passing by on the corridor. He was almost not sure, was it an illusion?

He stood up and spit out the cigarette butts roughly. In the dark space, the sparks were shining brightly and dimly on the floor, which made him upset for a while. He let out a long breath and stepped on the shiny Italian leather shoes.

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But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, the door to the bakery opposite opened again, and Hirano Sanji's face that was worthy of being beaten appeared in Ling Yansen's cold vision.

He walked very fast, heading towards the place where Qingwu disappeared just now.

Ling Yansen squinted his eyes, with a dangerous light in his eyes. He quickly opened the door and strode out.

Qingwu didn't expect that in such a high-end place, there would be a queue for the restroom. She was too lazy to find another restroom, so she leaned against the wall and took advantage of the cold temperature of the wall to clear her head. She felt a pain in her stomach, which kept churning.

She was wearing something, but it seemed as if she was deliberately trying to oppose her. No one came out for a long time.

At this time, a force that was neither light nor heavy fell on my shoulders.

She turned around, and when she saw Hirano's overly enlarged face with intertwined wrinkles in her field of vision, she was frightened and took a big step back in fright.

"Hirano-kun, would you like to come out? There is a bathroom in the private room."

She quickly looked at Hirano Yamaji's lustful gaze on her face and body. His weak body was pressed tightly against the wall, not daring to move at all. His eyes swept around in panic, thinking

, it’s over, there is no one around, there are only two waiters standing in one direction and one in the west, standing like wooden blocks, which is equivalent to no one.

"Duan Sang, you've been out for too long. How can I rest assured that a beauty like you is wandering around in such a messy place at night?" Hirano said this matter-of-factly, and sprayed Qingwu's face with the heavy smell of alcohol.

Qing Wu turned her head to the side without a trace, holding her breath and not breathing. She cursed in her heart, chaos? In her opinion, to put it bluntly, the person who is most likely to get into trouble and chaos is the man next to her who said this.

"The bathroom is crowded, I'm waiting. Mr. Hirano, please go back first and let the dozen or so beauties inside wait. How can you feel so bad?" Qingwu said with a fake smile.

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"Leaving you here alone is not the way we Japanese men do things." Hirano drank some wine, his temper became strong, and when he looked around there was no one around, he was so bold that he reached out and took a handful of Qingwu's

The black hair that fell in front of him was held in the palm of his hand, and he was stroking it carefully. He squinted his eyes and looked at Qingwu with a smile.

Qingwu tried to calm herself down, but her messy breathing showed her nervousness and fear. She looked closely at the open door of the women's bathroom next to her, hoping that the sound of opening the door would come from those cubicles.

But she didn't know that, diagonally behind her, Ling Yansen had a cold expressionless face and a sharp and unbridled gaze, like a sharp sword, held between her and Heping Ye's neck for who knows how long.
Chapter completed!