Evil President 【End】

Walking into the lobby, the interior decoration is very luxurious and exquisite, and there are many handsome men and women shuttling in the venue.

Ah Xian led her straight to a supreme VIP box. The bodyguard in a black suit at the door saw that it was him and pushed the door open.

"Miss Tao, please come in."

Zhixing often goes in and out of such high-end places, and he doesn't hesitate, and walks in openly.She expected that the more crowded the place, the less that guy Yan Shengjie would dare to mess around!

The light in the box was dim, only the small circular stage in the center was illuminated with a bunch of coquettish purple lights, and a woman in a tulle dress was standing on it, twisting her waist like a water snake, and dancing.

The men around stared at the showgirls on the stage, while at the same time they slapped the woman in their arms.Yan Shengjie sat alone on the leftmost side, resting on the sofa with one hand, shaking the glass with the other, his evil eyes fell on Zhixing, his lips curled up strangely, and he said lazily and forcefully, "Peter Then why? Come here soon!"

Zhixing sniffled displeased, narrowed his eyes, and walked towards the direction of the voice.

At this time, everyone saw Zhixing clearly.

Sitting in the middle was a bald man with a gloomy smile. He stared at Zhixing, stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, "Mr. Yang, is she your girl?"

Zhixing was furious when he heard it, and gave him a hard look, cursing that his head would never grow any hair for the rest of his life!

Wait, why did he call Yan Shengjie "Boss Yang"?

Yan Shengjie smiled, did not speak, but hooked his finger at Zhixing, "She is my little slave."

"Slave? Haha..." Several women laughed coquettishly, looking at Zhixing with disdain.

Even if they are prostitutes who sell their flesh and blood; even if they only please men on the bed, they are superior to a slave who has lost her freedom and dignity.

Zhixing tried hard to take a deep breath, trying to control his hands not to grab the wine bottle on the table...

She walked over stiffly and sat beside him, "Did you come to me for something?"

Yan Shengjie shook the empty wine glass, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Zhixing suppressed his violent temper again, for fear that a single impulse would ruin his life.She swallowed her anger and poured him a glass of wine.

Yan Shengjie has never been in need of someone to command him, and his subordinates are either submissive or respectful. When meeting someone as stubborn as Zhixing, it arouses his desire to conquer.

Maybe the days are too boring.

he thinks.

The bald man stared at Zhixing with fiery eyes. He pushed the woman in his arms away, picked up the cup and walked over, "Mr. Yang, this little slave hasn't been trained yet, right?"

Yan Shengjie half-raised his eyelids and glanced at him, the eagerness in his eyes was cleverly concealed by him.

"What's the point of being trained? Just like a puppet." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his arms, hooked Zhixing's shoulders, and pulled her into his arms, with a beautiful arc raised at the corner of his mouth, "I will I like this wild one."

Zhixing sat there, her anger was about to ignite her whole body, she turned her face and stared at Yan Shengjie bitterly, and Yan Min's share also went to him.She forced out a few words between her teeth, "Hand, take it away!"

"Boss Yang is right, women, it's better to be wild. However, if it's too wild, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it."

"Oh?" Yan Shengjie finally raised his eyes and looked directly at him, "Then according to Boss Duan's opinion, what should we do?"

The man smiled strangely and clapped his hands, "It's time for supper."

Yan Shengjie knew it in his heart, and closed his eyes calmly.

Zhixing looked over curiously, and saw a man in black coming in with a tray, on which were placed curling bottles, tin foil, and several small bags of white powder in plastic.

ice...

Zhixing was taken aback, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Yan Shengjie, who was still sipping wine calmly, as if he was already used to such scenes.