His Private Sweetheart

Before she came on the stage, the men under the stage were picked up by the host's words, ready to move and excited.

This is the usual practice.

Maybe the host's words are too provocative. Even Leng Shuo, who is sitting in the dark, moves his eyes to the stage and thinks, what kind of woman can be praised by the host? Think, is not able to withstand such praise?

Just under the host's cheering cry, "next, let's invite our first lady, that is our mysterious miss youyue."

Youyue is Jingyao's stage name, which is given by the manager. She has no opinion. She can call anything, as long as she can make money.

Her life, and money, are inseparable, really fell into the eyes of money.

Jing Yao is welcomed by the host, and in the atmosphere of music, her enchanting figure steps onto the stage. She only hears the breath, exclamation and whistle.

Even Leng Shuo's eyes flashed a touch of surprise. I didn't expect that the girl had something to look at. At least she couldn't see her face. But her figure must be first-class. It's like God's hand made it. He mixed it with cream and jade to paint her skin!

Otherwise, how can her skin be white and tender to this state?

Don't mention Leng Shuo, even the next few brothers are enthusiastic, their eyes staring at the figure of the woman on the stage, is almost fascinated.

Unexpectedly, it's rare to meet such a gorgeous person in a place like a bar.

After appreciating her figure, what men want most is to uncover the fox mask on her face and look at her face. It's just below her nose. It's already quite perfect. If the whole face is exposed, what kind of national beauty will it be?

"What a pity." Leng Shuo snorted from his nose. All the beautiful women come to this place to sell. Are they really short of money?

It made him look down on it.

"Brother, this girl is good. Do you want to send it to you tonight?" One side of the brother immediately revealed gangster ruffian sex, see like, want to grab the hand.

Leng Shuo sneered and squinted, "go to my bed, this kind of woman is not worthy."

Compared with long Wenyi in his heart, this kind of woman, I don't know how low she is. After seeing long Wenyi, he fell in love with that kind of girl with strong and noble heart.

So, this kind of bar goods, he does not want to dirty himself.

Jing Yao's every movement is full of charm, especially the feeling of self touch from top to bottom, which is to stir up the most colorful nerve of men. Only by doing this kind of dance can she attract them and make them tip generously.

Jing Yao's eyes, under her mask, can't help sweeping Leng Shuo's direction. She only feels that the whole hall is full of blood, but the place where he is is is silent and cold.

I don't know why, for a second or two, her eyes were opposite to him, and a sense of shame surged up in her heart. This was something that she hadn't produced in the past six months. As long as she had money, she could abandon everything.

And what happened tonight? This man made her not want to dance so cheaply. Is it because he is more beautiful and handsome than the men here?

Jingyao secretly mocks herself. She still has time to appreciate the handsome guy. It's really boring.

But the familiar dance is easy for her to finish. When the last hook finger moves, her finger points to the man.

Her heart thumping, some unnatural fingers to hook back, she looked in a hurry, just saw the man's mouth that put on the ridicule of the sneer, it seems to laugh at her, laugh at her stupid ignorance, even dare to seduce him.

Jingyao doesn't want to take tips tonight. She just wants to leave after dancing. At this time, when she just stepped down from the stage, when she went back from the aisle, a man clasped her arm and pulled her with a smile. "Miss youyue, how about having a drink with me tonight? I can afford any high price. "

After that, his younger brother took out a pile of money from the side. When she saw that it was fifty or sixty thousand, Jing Yao's eyes brightened for a few seconds. Money was so tempting to her that she lost her sense. However, in her mind, the sneer of the man just now appeared, which affected her sense tonight. She didn't know if the man was watching She, if she took this pile of money and accompanied this man, would he look at her more contemptuously?

"Our elder brother said that as long as you stay with him tonight, tomorrow's money will be ten times as much as this pile of money."

Jingyao's face was cold. She would never sell herself to accompany others. She had to smile, "I'm sorry, I have something to do backstage, next time!"

With that, I want to leave.

However, the man immediately clasped her arm and said, "no, just this evening, have a few drinks with me first. After a while, we'll go to a nearby hotel and give you a lot of money tomorrow. You don't have to dance.""Thank you. I only like dancing." Jingyao's face changed a little. In this man's eyes, is she the kind of woman who can take care of herself?

No, although she dances in such a place, she has a bottom line.

"Is this a toast or a penalty?" The man had drunk probably, add money to support, at this moment, immediately arrogant rise.

Jing Yao is startled. At this time, she sees the manager walking by, but she doesn't help her. She is in a hurry. She reaches out and tries to pull the man's hand to escape.

However, the man grasped tightly, she spent a lot of effort to open, and at this time, the man was very unhappy to push her behind, "you are something, dare to refuse me."

Jing Yao feels that her body is out of control and falls behind her. She makes a fool of herself in public and falls to the ground. How can she know that her body is solid and bumps into a wall, and the man's fresh breath surrounds her. Just as she slides unsteadily to the left, a healthy arm helps her.

Jingyao is so busy that she looks back to see who it is.

This look, her heart beat, is he, is just sitting on the stage, to her show disdain and ridicule of the man.

Leng Shuo just didn't want to leave. He didn't know that a woman would bump into him. He naturally helped her.

too vulgar to be endured by his close dancing, he knew that she was now close to his chest, and she was not vulgar perfume, but a faint fragrance of mast flowers, which was the fragrance of her hair.

However, this can not hide the reason why he dislikes her identity. Except for the key parts, two-thirds of her body has been seen by others. He is not interested in this kind of woman.