Paper horse incense shop

Outside the towering incense array that exuded a sense of decadence, Yang Jinhua saw me stunned and pushed me with a smile:

"what happened?"

"Have you fallen in love with a handsome guy? Why can't you walk?"

I suddenly came back to my senses and tried my best to suppress the nausea and nausea in my throat:

"Auntie, it smells so bad here. I feel like vomiting."

Yang Jinhua originally had a teasing smile on her face. When she heard my words, she raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly. She took a few glances at my appearance and confirmed that I was indeed not feeling well. Then she said:

"Don't like these?"

Don't say you don't like it

If the gangway for people's passage had not been folded, I would most likely choose to turn around and leave.

There wasn't even a gangway, and when I was hit by the disgusting smell, I wanted to jump into the sea to wake up.

I shook my head slowly, and for the first time I expressed my thoughts frankly:

"I don't think it's very attractive to have so many naked men smoking together."

That's right, all of them are half-naked men.

So, it's really a very impactful picture.

The moment the door was opened, those slowly squirming bodies, entangled and twisting, revealed the filthiest flaws in the depths of the human soul, and there was a faint tendency to show their true colors.

I had uncontrollable nausea and trembling.

An imperceptible emotion flashed between Yang Jinhua's brows, but just for a moment, she returned to her light expression and casually gave instructions:

"I originally thought these little girls would like it, but my aunt and uncle forgot that my dear girl is quite like me."

"Then let them get dressed."

"Auntie also thinks the way they are oiled today doesn't look good."

Yes, it is oiled, so the tide will reflect the sticky and fishy waves.

The group of men with their own characteristics had no sense of shame. After hearing Yang Jinhua's order, they immediately found their own clothes, quickly dressed neatly, and lined up in order from lowest to highest.

Yang Jinhua led me to sit on the exclusive sofa chair that no one dared to touch, and said casually:

"My dear, you don't need to be too restrained. We are the masters. The main thing about coming to Haitian Feast is to experience the repercussions of power and money."

"If you want them to drink, they have to drink, and the performance has to be like the Cowherd of Sakura Country, you know that?"

"The men who can board my yacht are better than those who have become monks halfway. Many of them have professional psychological counselor licenses."

"They are all dressed now. My dear, let's see if there is anyone you like. Can you choose one to play games?"

Pick means to choose, a neutral word.

It’s meant to choose the odd one out of the ordinary.

But, pick these male models?

Choosing a less depraved existence among a pile of rotten and extravagant souls and bodies is like choosing a garbage existence in the garbage heap that is not so prone to sores and pus.

I remained silent, keeping silent and letting Yang Jinhua's eyes pass through my body.

Yang Jinhua seemed to think about it for a while, and when she spoke again, she no longer forced me to make a decision:

"My dear girl is still young and doesn't know what to play with. It's normal. Let my aunt decide."

Yang Jinhua pondered for a moment:

"How about watching them fight."

"My dear girl doesn't seem to like men who apply rouge and gouache."

"Auntie thinks that wrestling is the real way to show off a man's charm."

I didn't express any opinions, or in other words, after coming to Yang Jinhua's side, my opinions have never been important. Yang Jinhua is the most dictatorial person.

The originally orderly hall once again fell into intense busyness.

The hall was quickly divided into wrestling areas. The service staff opened the area, registered the number of applicants, and then unified the competition.

The man whose name is called will walk out of the crowd with majestic steps, walk towards the fighting area, and then——

It's not a very exciting game.

Most of the male models actually look pretty good, and their physical fitness is above average, but they obviously have not learned formal boxing and kicking skills, and many of them even have little fighting experience.

So most of the fights don't even have to wait until the end. Two or three minutes after the men come on, they will start tearing off their clothes, grabbing their hair, and using all their dirty tricks to catch the opponent's sore spot, knock him down, and then immediately start fighting. Ride the opponent and respond with old punches.

Most of the men still wear makeup on their faces.

Therefore, whether it is the defeated or the winner, the hot sweat flows across the face, and the big lumps of makeup melt and cut, as if someone is using a knife to cut bloody wounds on the face.

So, actually everything is not pretty.

These men are all weaklings, and they have one obvious common characteristic -

That is, when they noticed that the person in charge was looking at them, they did not forget to pause deliberately and show off the sharp 45-degree mandibular angle of their profile.

They are still a group of weaklings who are flamboyant and show off their appearance.

Perhaps because the scene was too ugly, the smile that was still sipping on Yang Jinhua's lips when she entered the door disappeared completely, and there seemed to be frost gathering in her beautiful eyes.

Yang Jinhua stretched out her hand and knocked the tea cup handed to her by the waiter, slamming it to the ground. The exquisite and expensive tea utensils fell to pieces on the ground, and a broken porcelain firework exploded.

The sound of the broken cup was actually not loud, but it could reach the ears of everyone in the hall at the right time.

The originally bustling arena suddenly fell silent, and the two people who could still be called 'fighting' withdrew their hands with a blank look on their faces.

The waiters lowered their heads and carefully came forward to clean up the broken porcelain on the floor, and handed the host another cup of fragrant hot tea.

But Yang Jinhua didn't care at all. The moment she got the new cup, she poured all the hot tea in the cup on the waiter's face, and then raised her hand——

"boom!"

The sound of screams and gasps echoed, and another broken porcelain firework exploded on the spotless floor.

This time, all the people who had not reacted before reacted. They quickly arranged their clothes and appearance and began to line up intensively again.

Yang Jinhua said coldly:

"What a dirty thing!"

"I gave you so much money, just to let you spit here, pull your hair, and pick your crotch?"

"It's just dirty eyes!"

In anger, no one dared to make any eye contact with Yang Jinhua.

Yang Jinhua turned his head and looked at the service staff. Immediately, the foreman wiped the sweat on his face and trotted over. He respectfully came to Yang Jinhua and knelt down beside her.

Yang Jinhua glanced at him and said coldly:

"Is this what you mean by saying everyone is an elite?"

"Did I call you before today and tell you that today I want to show my sweet daughter the world, let her experience happiness, and stop you from doing what you did before?"

"In the end, you still fooled us with this kind of thing?"

I guess there will be many people who read the title and think something wrong. After all, the last chapter was about male models having a meeting hahahaha