These Huaqiangbei bosses kept feeding Yang Ling soup along the way.
It blew Yang Ling so much that it floated into the sky.
Although Yang Ling drank a lot, he still remained sober.
Of course he knows, just listen to what is said at the wine table.
Everyone came all the way by car and arrived at the largest karaoke in Shenzhen City.
The service here is very attentive, and Chen Xingwang specially gave Yang Ling a vaccination before coming in.
"Mr. Yang needs to have a good night today. Don't just stare at the pile of data in the hotel all day long. Enjoy your life, you're a grown man."
Seeing the strange look in Chen Xingwang's eyes, Yang Ling knew what was going to happen just by thinking with her thighs.
Sure enough, I must have arrived at karaoke. Immediately there was a person dressed as a mother and a lot of very young and beautiful ladies, lining up in a long line in front of many bosses.
Among such a large number of bosses, Yang Ling is the absolute C-position. Everyone compliments Yang Ling, and naturally the eyes of those young ladies also fall on Mr. Yang.
"I said, Mother Liu, you have to take care of Mr. Yang tonight. Even though Mr. Yang is young, he is a well-known entrepreneur and is young and promising."
"Oh, I didn't expect that Mr. Yang, who looks so young, is already so powerful. Then I have to choose two girls for you."
The old woman smiled and picked out two girls and pushed them to Yang Ling's side.
Yang Ling coughed softly and pulled a girl over.
"one is enough."
The old woman said with a smile.
"Mr. Yang has taken a liking to our Furong. Furong must take good care of her tonight. If Mr. Yang doesn't take good care of her, so many bosses around you won't be able to spare you."
The girl next to Yang Ling wore very heavy makeup and had a very sexy figure, with the front and back protruding, and the protruding part was half the size of her head.
This girl has a delicate frame and a quiet face.
Yang Ling could see it, but didn't look at it more.
It's just that the murder weapon was too conspicuous in front of the girl.
The girl named Furong smiled and leaned against Yang Ling, greeting her warmly.
"Boss Yang, you are so young, you must not be married yet, right?"
"Furong, you are wrong. Mr. Yang is already married, and his wife is pretty. More importantly, Mr. Yang loves his wife very much. Don't even think about seducing Mr. Yang.
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"Oh, that's such a pity. I still want to live a good life with Mr. Yang, eating well and drinking spicy food."
Furong pouted her mouth in grievance and rubbed her body gently against Yang Ling's body.
"Mr. Yang, why don't you just smile with me? I've been talking to you here for a long time and you haven't said a word. This makes people think you are too ugly, which makes Mr. Yang unhappy."
Yang Ling said softly: "I'm a little tired today and can't laugh. You should be busy with your own business."
"Oh, Mr. Yang still likes to be passive?"
As if she had gotten some secret signal, Furong suddenly approached Yang Ling.
From the chest behind the white skin, Fleur's giggle came.
"Oh, Mr. Yang, you are so bad. People just get up and move. Why are you like this?"
Furong stayed there for a while and then left very skillfully. If you want to hang up a man, you must not give him satisfaction for too long.
Just hook him up bit by bit and make him follow you wholeheartedly. This is the way to go.
Furong shook her body again, Yang Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly took out a few bills from her pocket and stuffed them into Furong's hand.
Furong was secretly happy and had just planned to thank Yang Ling.
Unexpectedly, Yang Ling said suddenly.
"Miss Furong, let's just sit here like this, and don't move around. I really have something else to think about tonight, so just sit here with me for a while. These are yours."
Furong looked at the 500 yuan in her hand. She had already planned her next move. She didn't expect the boss to be so disappointed.
Looking at a handsome young man, how come he doesn’t know how to show mercy to her?
"Mr. Yang, how are you doing? Do you like to be quieter?"
"I like you to be quieter."
Fu Rong's cheeks turned red, and she sat next to her obediently and stopped moving.
Several bosses nearby each picked a girl, and some even picked two girls. Their appetites were really big.
Yang Ling looked up and saw that there was a new person on the middle stage of the karaoke.
The woman was sitting in the middle of the stage holding a guitar and singing softly.
The woman's voice is very beautiful, and the songs she sings are also very beautiful.
A sweet and melodious song floats in the karaoke, just like a human cat's tail rubbing back and forth in your ears, rubbing it back and forth, making your heart flutter.
Yang Ling slowly sank into it.
This voice feels strangely familiar, but I can't remember who it is.
How could they be familiar with each other? What acquaintances could Yang Ling have here?
But these are not important. Although karaoke is very happy and lively, Yang Ling doesn't like it.
Everything here is like a dream, and everyone is deliberately maintaining this dream, but for Yang Ling, it has no practical meaning or value.
After living for such a long time, he has already seen these things. Only technological breakthroughs can make Yang Ling excited.
The girl sang beautifully, and along with the singing, Yang Ling began to think about her next mp3 plan.
Maybe we should take advantage of the current high popularity to launch more styles and more choices, so that consumers can have such a product firmly engraved in their hearts at once.
This is a very good strategy.
While the Gregorian side was thinking, a tall, round-waisted man with a tiger tattooed on his smooth head suddenly walked out from among the many bosses listening to the song in the audience.
The tattooed bald man walked up to the stage and grabbed the girl's ankle.
The girl pulled her ankle back in panic, and her singing stopped abruptly.
The bald man seemed to have drunk too much. He was drunk and was swaying when he walked. He lay on the stage and shouted proudly at the girl.
"Little sister, take off your clothes and sing a song to me. Don't pick the wild flowers on the roadside."
The girl hurriedly hid behind.
"Boss, what are you doing? I only sell singing..."
"You stinky bitch, what are you pretending to be like with me?"
"You don't even look at your place. You told me that you only sell singing. What do you mean?"
The bald man slowly got up, walked towards the girl step by step, and took out a handful of money from his pocket.
The girl was so frightened that she hid in the corner and did not dare to move.
The bald man threw a thick wad of money into the girl's face.
"You stinking bitch, who do you think you are? If I ask you to sing today, you must sing for me!"