Wutong roughly swept it, and briefly analyzed the situation in the private room in his mind, the inch-headed man who didn't hold a woman in his arms should be a more important guest.

may still have some friendship with Song Qifan in private, which is different from the relationship between other men in the private room and Song Qifan.

"Mr. Song, I'm here. ”

Wutong had a decent smile on his face, but that smile looked a little fake, and Song Qifan was most tired of her perfunctory with such a smile.

"Who is this?"

The inch-headed man looked at the sycamore.

"Hello, my name is Ye Wutong, and Mr. Song asked me to come over to accompany him with a few guests. ”

Ye Wutong didn't feel how ashamed he was to say this.

Such outspokenness made Song Qifan very angry, he asked her to accompany the guests well, but when he saw her dressed like this, he gave up such an idea, because he didn't seem to be able to stand any man's eyes and stay on her.

The inch-headed man was a little stunned by Wutong's words.

He and Song Qifan have also been friends for many years, and he and Song Qifan are also the same kind of people, who don't like women.

I never need a female companion to accompany me when I go out for business entertainment.

"I don't know, is it Mr. Song who asked me to accompany you? Can I sit next to you?"

The sycamore did not show much frivolity, but it was very down-to-earth and generous.

Sycamore is much more beautiful than the other women in the private room, and the eyes of the men holding the women also linger on Indus.

But they also knew that this was the woman Song Qifan called, and before they figured out their identity, they didn't dare to say anything to Wutong.

The inch-headed man glanced at Song Qifan next to him, his face expressionless, but his eyes revealed anger.

He seemed to understand something, and a playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Take the initiative to stretch out your hand to introduce yourself: "Hello, my name is Zhou Lvheng, the law of law, the balance of measurement, and Qifan's friend for many years." ”

After saying that, he moved his position, obviously to make way for Sycamore.

Wutong held Zhou Luheng's hand: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, my name is Ye Wutong, the Wutong of the Sycamore tree." ”

"Great name"

Wutong smiled implicitly: "My mother got it, and I think it sounds good." ”

Wutong deliberately mentioned her mother, didn't Song Qifan hate her mother the most, she deliberately mentioned it to make him unhappy.

Wutong stared at Zhou Luheng from the moment she came in, which made Song Qifan very unhappy, but she also mentioned her mother, which made Song Qifan strangle her heart.

Thinking that he wanted to insult her with this, his original intention was to let her accompany the guest, since she was willing, then accompany it.

Song Qifan looked at Wutong with knife-like eyes: "Serve my friend well, he is satisfied, and I will reward you with a few dollars." ”

The words are really ugly, as soon as these words came out, everyone present knew that Wutong was a casual woman who accompanied the guests. The kind that you can take away if you give money.

It was the first time she had heard such insulting words, the hand at her side clenched her fist tightly, and she nodded to Song Qifan and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Song, you have to talk at that time." ”

Wutong leaned on Zhou Luheng's body as he spoke.

Zhou Luheng looked at Song Qifan: "What the hell are you doing?"

Song Qifan shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be very casual: "You see that you are usually poor and like a monk, this woman has good skills, enjoy it at night, and if you are satisfied, you will come to our company tomorrow and we will sign the contract." ”

"Mr. Song, if Mr. Zhou is tired, can we take it away? One of the slightly fat men asked.

Song Qifan got up and looked at Wutong with disdain: "She is very expensive, as long as you are willing to pay, you can do whatever you want, you have a good time, I will leave first." ”

Song Qifan picked up his coat and walked out of the private room, and when the night breeze blew, he sighed, feeling very uncomfortable.

The driver who asked him asked for a cigarette, and he usually barely smoked, so he would smoke one when he was upset.

I choked myself very quickly, coughed violently, and the tears of coughing came out, and I seemed to see the shadow of the woman leaning on Zhou Luheng in my blurred vision.

He slammed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

He told himself that this woman was going to be messed with when she got it into his hands, not to let himself slowly get lost.

Maybe I will give her to many men, and if she is dirty and smelly, she will not have any thoughts about her.