Xiting belonged to Song Wu's prison place.

On the fourth day of the Cold War, Song Wu pinched the milk cup and glanced coldly at the locks on the top of the door, and the coldness in his eyes gradually rose.

The phone rang, she frowned, and picked it up with her free hand, "What's the matter?"

The noise over there provoked Song Wu to take the phone away a little, and it took a while to hear it clearly from the microphone.

"Sister, there's an accident on my side, can you come here?"

Song Qing saw that he was pleading eagerly over there, but Song Wu just glanced at the locked door lightly again, and said in a deep voice, "I can't come." ”

"Please, sister, come on, something is going to happen here!"

Song Qingjian's voice was dyed with crying, and after a long time, Song Wusu's lips moved, "Okay." ”

After hanging up the phone, the woman casually glanced around, then silently closed the door of the guest bedroom, and after changing clothes, she reached out and opened the window of the guest bedroom, jumped over, and jumped out of it easily.

She was obediently locked, just to give Rong Ember a face.

The woman glanced at Xiting and left the trail without looking back......

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Nothingcompares2U, the lights are bright and green, and the paper is drunk and golden.

Song Wu pursed her lips, and soon found Song Qingjian from the crowd, she frowned and walked over without saying a word, pulled Song Qingjian's arm, and said coldly, "Follow me back." ”

Song Qing saw that when he saw the arrival, it was like seeing a savior, and hurriedly grabbed Song Wu's shoulder, "Sister, I knew you wouldn't not come, the one who danced in our band drank in the hospital last night, if the performance fails today, we will definitely have to pay a lot of liquidated damages......"

After finishing speaking, Song Qing saw that he held back a few more tears, and detached his arm from Song Wu's hand without a trace, and then said pitifully, "Sister, it costs a lot to play in a band, please......"

"How much?"

Song Wu was as cold as ever, and seemed to be a little tired of the noisy atmosphere around her, and the deafening music sounded like garbage in her ears, which annoyed her.

Seeing that things were taking a turn for the better, Song Qing hurriedly poured a glass of water and handed it to Song Wu, "Sister, you drink saliva first, I'll ask!"

After finishing speaking, the pretty figure disappeared immediately, Song Wu pinched the water cup, pursed his lips, and took a sip.

As soon as she swallowed it, the woman's eyes changed slightly, and the hand holding the wine glass turned white.

It's wine.

After a while, fine and dense sweat oozed from Song Wu's forehead, and the tendons on his neck beat little by little, as if he was trying his best to endure something, and his overly pale face was dyed red, with a little indescribable temptation.

Song Qing saw that he was hiding in the dark, holding a glass of wine that the bartender had just picked, the color was transparent but full of stamina, he squinted at the changes in Song Wu, and whispered to the people next to him, "Tell them that the performance will go on as usual today." ”

"Sister Liang, is this okay? I don't think your sister seems to be feeling well......

Song Qing glanced at the past, and snorted dissatisfiedly, "Do you understand my sister or I understand, if you are told to go, you will go!"

Her good sister Song Wu can only drink until she dies of drunkenness, otherwise, it will be a different appearance......

And next to the bar, Song Wu's eyes gradually became bewitching, she reached out and took off her blazer, which was wearing a tight vest, and her fair and smooth right-angled shoulders were exposed.

For a while, all kinds of eyes around him cast on.

Song Wu's waist is thin, which can be regarded as the most tempting point of the whole body.

She staggered to her feet, trying to find Song Qingjian's figure from the ghost in front of her, but found that her brain was a mess, and the person seemed to have a fire, which made her uncomfortable.

Someone whistled in his ear, and Song Wu's only remaining reason glanced at the past, which was an extremely cold glance, but because of alcohol, it became indescribable.

Stunner.

A natural stunner, when a cold kaolin flower learns to be sultry, it is the most seductive.

Song Qing saw that the time was ripe, and hurriedly leaned over, just touched the woman's shoulder, but was slapped away by Song Wu's backhand, Song Qing saw that he covered his arm, and said pitifully, "Sister, I'm Qingjian!"

Song Wu regained a little sense, squinted at her, and then said in a deep voice, "Take me back to Xiting." ”

Song Qingjian replied perfunctorily, and then gave the people around him a look, and the big man next to him hurriedly helped Song Qingjian to help Song Wu and walked to the dressing room on the side.

After Song Wu'an sat down on the chair steadily, Song Qing saw that he clasped his arms with his hands and said to the people around him with a smile, "You have eyes blessed this time......

Red lips, short leather skirt, satin vest.

Song Wu looked at the person in the mirror in confusion, only to feel that the cerebral cortex seemed to be jumping, pulling her nerves to jump, she wanted to speak uncomfortably, but she vomited out a breath.

As if someone had been pushed out of the room, she propped herself up on the pillar, staring blankly at the boiling crowd around her, and the uneasy factors in her body seemed to be pouring out one after another.

The drum beat of the pole dance was fast and intense, and she held the cold pole with both hands, and the cheers in her ears kept coming through, overlapping with the sounds in her memory......

"Mr. Song, jump!"

"yes, didn't you say that you were willing to do anything for the sake of Ember?

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song, pole dancing!"

……

In an instant, there was a boiling fire in the woman's eyes, and she was mainly attacking with her limp hands, climbing up the steel pipe little by little, beautiful turns, neat hooked legs-

The muscles in the legs are standard and balanced, and the movements in the hands are powerful and rhythmic.

The screams from the audience came and went, and the woman's eyes were full of sexiness, and when she swept it over with a light glance, it was a thousand kinds of style.

Someone in the corner was secretly waiting for an opportunity to observe, as if he was crazy, the cigarette in his hand was almost burning to his fingertips before he reacted, and after extinguishing the cigarette, he slowly read a name, "Song, fog ......"

In the backstage room, Song Qing saw a faint look at the woman on the stage, and her red lips hooked slightly.

Her good sister Song Wu, if she doesn't drink, she is the flower of Kaolin, Xiao Song, a well-known cold beauty, but if she is half drunk and not drunk, she is not too drunk to say that she is a street girl, and even she is jealous of her charming.

If you get drunk, it's like a dead person, and after you die, you still have words in your mouth, "I'm sorry" one after another, and you don't know who it's talking to.

But that's all ......

Song Qing saw that she lit a cigarette and smiled flatteringly, and it was even more interesting when someone took a video and was seen by her brother-in-law......