Sweetheart,Don't run away

In the elegantly decorated private room, the woman gently danced her slender five fingers, and then put her hands on Mo Yanke's chest. The agent just secretly spread the news that the photo had been taken, so that she could be more simple and larger. So Ren Tiantian felt that for her future career, she really gave up.

However, she never thought that she was too young to be used.

"Mr. Mo, come on, let's drink in the bar. It's Lafite of '82. It's said that it tastes good." As a model, she has to understand the hidden rules of the industry. She has to understand a lot. There are a lot of people with many faces, so her own quality is good, whether it's red wine or other things.

The man naturally understood the reason for such a strong invitation, but he felt that he was going to get sick too. In such a flashy and ambiguous place, the person in his mind was Aimeng.

There was such a tempting woman beside him, but he was indifferent.

Aimeng finally went out, endured the discomfort in her heart and took a taxi to this place. When she saw the light outside, her brow wrinkled. She didn't like this place very much.

Maybe it's not suitable for her white scarf when she goes in. Head with a certain white wool hat, the whole person is like a snow doll in general, it seems that in and out here is not coordinated. But it's very unique.

I was accosted as soon as I went in.

"Girl, is it alone? Do you want to dance?"

Aimeng just took a look at it, and then went to the front. She had never been here, but for the understanding of rose in the dark night, there must be a box here, and Mo Yanke didn't like the noisy place downstairs, but liked to be quiet.

As soon as she went upstairs, she was hit by a man. Aimeng saw a man with a camera. Then she went downstairs in a hurry, gave her a look, and then went down. She didn't care. She thought she was just a consumer here, but she didn't think about it until it happened later.

There were few boxes on the second floor. She just went up and saw a box with the door half open, in which came the voice of women.

"Mr. Mo, would you like to have a drink? The wine tastes really good. You still want me to feed you." Women's voice sounds like goose bumps.

Aimeng was surprised. The man was called Mr. mo. she just walked in a little bit and saw Mo Yanke sitting on the sofa. His coat had been taken off and put to one side, and his shirt button had been opened a few times. Aimeng saw a woman in hot clothes pouring wine.

Cover the position of the heart, suddenly back, accidentally bumped into the waiter is to deliver wine.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Be careful when you walk and watch the road. Do you know that the wine is very expensive, and it will upset you?" The waitress scolded angrily, because she saw the clothes on Aimeng's body, she thought that she was a country bumpkin. She thought that there must be no money, but she didn't know that all the down jackets on Aimeng's body were limited edition.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Watch your step, don't you know."

Aimeng stumbles down the stairs. She can't see it. He's not drunk. He just wants to play here. So it is.

There are women around, that kind of hot women, he likes it.

Walking downstairs, regardless of the men's boasting, she walked out of the door. A cold wind came, but she felt that she was unconscious, and the tears from the corners of her eyes were stinging.

How can she make herself so miserable.

A person walking on the road, looking at all kinds of people, as well as traffic, but found that what is the past, what is false.

Does he want her to come back to see a good play? Does he want to tell her that she is just a woman, a casual woman? That's all he wants.

Well, stroking your stomach, maybe it's a mistake, maybe it shouldn't be.

He won't cherish it.

"I'm looking for death in the middle of the night. I don't have eyes when I walk. Don't come here if I want to die." A car suddenly passed by. If it wasn't for the driver's emergency braking, she would have fallen down by now.

Walking in a trance on the road, her nose was red with cold, but she didn't care. Anyway, no one cared. She stayed in the villa alone for three days, just like a bird imprisoned and free. She couldn't fly out of the big house, and she was still in this place.

She didn't even see Mo Yanke these three days. This is the first time she saw Mo Yanke this evening, but she didn't think it was such a scene. It's ridiculous.

Do not know is back and forth in this street, walk how many roads, only know that the direction of the villa has been far away. I didn't know how to eat. I felt uncomfortable. I felt a piece of chocolate in my pocket. I still remember that it was put in the bag yesterday and I forgot to take it out.On the salty tears, a bite. The taste of dark chocolate is bitter, but now no one knows that her heart is more bitter.

"Mr. Mo, do you have something on your mind?"

Mo Yanke looked at the woman around him, and then suddenly drank the glass of red wine she handed over, as if to vent his unhappiness and anger, and then suddenly stood up and said, "go back, this money is for you."

Drop a written check and walk away without looking back. He is very irritable now, and there is the test report list hidden in his pocket, but the list was the day before yesterday. Why doesn't the woman say that she is soft and can do everything the same these two days.

"Thank you, Mr. mo. Then take your time. "

Ren Tiantian smiles happily, and Mo Yanke is really generous. This is a free meal and a good drink, but she can still get a good check. This kind of good thing doesn't happen every day. Besides, her goal has been achieved. Just now, she has seen someone take a picture, which should be a reporter arranged by the agent.

Anyway, this photo is all in hand. After tonight, tomorrow she will be red again. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she was happy. She really made a lot of money at night. Mo Yanke left, but she didn't hurry. Why don't she enjoy such a good red wine.