"Qianqian, I thought you weren't coming, I almost hated you to death when I saw five hundred yuan fly away like this. Qing Xiaomo took Mo Qianqian's hand and said as she walked inside.

"Five hundred yuan, do you think I Mo Qianqian doesn't know money, let's go!" Mo Qianqian looked at this crystal palace-like clubhouse curiously, looking forward to the work to be done.

The two were taken to the manager's office by the receptionist of the club, and the manager handed them two sets of work clothes, saying that they needed to wear them when they were going to work, and then explained some precautions for work, so they went to change clothes and prepare.

Mo Qianqian opened the bag of clothes and found that the work clothes were actually two sets of cheongsams, her set was bright red, embroidered with colorful butterfly patterns, lifelike butterflies fluttered on the satin surface, Mo Qianqian could see that this was a dress made of fine fabrics, and the butterflies on it were also embroidered by hand.

She had never worn a cheongsam and didn't know if it would be awkward, but the moment she saw Qing Xiaomo, who had never worn a cheongsam, put it on, Mo Qianqian knew that she wouldn't be ugly.

Qing Xiaomo is a white cheongsam, embroidered with peony flowers, the same fabric and workmanship seem to be really willing by the boss of the Jindu Institute, otherwise how could he give a salary of five hundred yuan.

After Mo Qianqian changed into a cheongsam, she suddenly found a rather bad thing, the fork on the edge of the cheongsam was too high, if she knelt down and sat down, the edge of the pink inner strip on her body would be seen, if she was serving in the box, she was seen by the guests, Mo Qianqian felt that she even had the heart to die, and she would definitely not let it happen in such an embarrassing thing.

Just as Mo Qianqian pulled Qing Xiaomo to tell her about this, a beautiful woman in a small black suit walked in, and she handed Qianqian a paper bag, "Hurry up and change your clothes and get ready, the guests will be there in ten minutes!"

After speaking, he exited the locker room, and Mo Qianqian looked at Qing Xiaomo with the bag in his hand.

"Don't you know what it is when you open it and see it?" Qing Xiaomo walked over and snatched the bag in her hand, and took out a small black lace nene from it, and it was that kind of thong......

Mo Qianqian and Qing Xiaomo's faces suddenly turned red, and Qing Xiaomo hurriedly threw Xiao Nene onto the sofa as if she was holding something dirty.

"Why did she give you this, the service is really thoughtful, even this kind of close-fitting thing is prepared, so why don't you buy it for you with underwear." Qing Xiaomo didn't know the highlight of Mo Qianqian's cheongsam, and after she finished speaking, Mo Qianqian was very accepting and picked up the black Xiaonei.

She sat down and took off her pink little nene and put it on this little nene that made her blush and heartbeat, "Aren't I going to go into the box to make tea later?" The fork next to this dress is too high, if I sit down on my knees, I will see my underwear, I should thank them for thinking thoughtfully......

Mo Qianqian pulled the clothes on her body, even if she knelt down and sat down later, she should be facing the guest, she was just next to her, if the guest who was talking about business here should not notice the subtle details over there, Mo Qianqian comforted herself with a relieved heart.

"Is that so? I thought the manager here was a pervert and gave us that kind of thing to wear, but luckily it's only you...... Hehehe......" Qing Xiaomo proudly pulled up the clothes on her body and looked at it, she was in charge of the reception at the door today, so she didn't have to care about where she would be exposed, and she didn't have to be tired of leading the way.

However, the manager just said that he would tip the guests if they were happy with the business, and Qing Xiaomo began to look forward to the amount of tips later......

"I see that you are only perverted, I want to think about something that you don't have, why don't you come over and I'll help you get your hair. Mo Qianqian angrily pulled Qing Xiaomo over, removed the ponytail on her head a few times and pulled back a low bun, and then tidied herself up before holding her hand and going out together.

Because she worked in the teahouse and learned the kung fu of making tea, Mo Qianqian was arranged to make tea for the guests in the box, she stayed in the next room and only waited for the guests to be in place before she could go to work, but at this moment, Mo Qianqian's palms began to break out in a cold sweat, and her heartbeat was faster.

She caressed the position of her heart and breathed deeply, so that she could calmly meet the guests, but the dress on her body did not feel like it fit, and she kept pulling it down and the high fork did not move down at all.

Suddenly, she heard the door open in the box next to her, and she knew it was time for her to appear.

"You are good to serve Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen will not lose your benefits later. The manager led Mr. Chen into the box, and when he came out, he couldn't stop helping Mo Qianqian and them to say good things, it seemed that the tip was decided.

Mo Qianqian was holding a tray in her hand at this time, with a teapot and teacups on it, and after the manager left, she walked into the box, saluted the guests slightly, and walked to the tea case.

When they came, the manager said that they only need to move their hearts manually, and their eyes and mouths should not move, and it is better to be dumb, because the guests who come here to talk about business are people with status, and they talk about business secrets, so they don't like the people around them to talk too much.

When Mo Qianqian came in, she found that the tea case was connected to the guest's seat, a square wooden table on a tatami mat, Mo Qianqian sat on one side, and Mr. Chen sat next to her, and at this time she was very concerned about her high-forked cheongsam.

Because she was kneeling on the cushion, Mo Qianqian's fair and slender legs were undoubtedly revealed in front of Mr. Chen, and she was frowning and embarrassed all the time.

"Are you uncomfortable, beauty!" Mo Qianqian put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the man sitting next to him.

Flat-headed, about fifty years old, not tall but quite strong, a pair of slender eyes that have not been removed from her bare/exposed beautiful legs, and the hand still wants to grab Mo Qianqian's soft little hand from time to time, but Mo Qianqian deftly washes the teacup to avoid his salty pig hands.

"Thank you, I'm not uncomfortable!" Mo Qianqian politely poured him a glass, and handed it over with his fingers lightly pinching the rim of the cup.

She nodded at Mr. Chen and motioned for him to take the tea in her hand.

Mr. Chen glanced at the teacup handed over by Mo Qianqian, and then glanced at Mo Qianqian's face with a light gaze, innocent...... Looking back at her long, bare/bare legs, my heart trembled.

Before he came, he specially asked the manager to pick out the long-legged MM for him, and this dress was sent by him, which was specially customized for this long-legged MM, and then looked at the deep V hollow front placket on the chest, a thin layer of white gauze made the deep ditch looming, this seemingly young girl is really good, it seems that you can stay here for a while after the talks......

"Mr. Chen, please use it!" Mo Qianqian's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, but he still had a professional smile on his face.

She knew what this Mr. Chen's eyes were doing, if she could, she really wanted to poke his eyes blind, and he also grabbed her little hand with his fat big hand and pinched it hard, as if he had never seen a woman in his eight lives, Mo Qianqian withdrew his hand hard, and inadvertently wiped it a few times on his body, feeling nauseous in his heart.

If it weren't for the five hundred yuan and the tip, Mo Qianqian would have stood up and kicked it over, and she would have stood outside the door to greet the guests, and let that damn Qing Xiaomo come in and suffer this crime.