When he got home, he handed Ye Mengshu over to Gu Ruoya, and Ye Xingtong went to work.

When she arrived at the place, Ye Xingtong knew that there were several newcomers besides her.

After getting to know a few newcomers, they began to dress up.

After dressing up, Ye Xingtong was taken to a box by Ji Ji.

Ji Ji is the mommy here, everyone calls her Sister Ji, and if she encounters the police sweeping pornography, she will call Manager Ji uniformly.

On the way, Ji Ji told her that because she was a newcomer, there would be no harassment in the box assigned to her, which would be difficult for her to accept.

However, if someone does something unruly to her, I hope she can endure it.

Ye Xingtong nodded and agreed.

After careful consideration, she chose this path, and now she has no opportunity or choice to say no.

Compared with other boxes, the box that Ye Xingtong was assigned to was relatively good.

But even so, it feels like a miasma.

Excited coaxing, persuasion, laughter and scolding.

The smoke, the smell of wine, and the stuffy air all made Ye Xingtong resist.

But she still stubbornly followed Ji Ji in.

Ji Ji said hello to the guest, then left her behind and left the box.

Ye Xingtong was very nervous and didn't know what to do, and a young boy spoke out at the right time to instruct her to order a song.

Ye Xingtong ordered a few popular songs according to the boy's instructions.

After ordering the song, the boy asked, "Do you have anyone who wants to sing?"

A group of young men and women seated shook their heads, indicating that they were not interested.

The boy then turned his head and asked Ye Xingtong, "You know how to sing, right?"

Ye Xingtong nodded.

"Then sing it!" said the boy.

Ye Xingtong breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the microphone and began to sing.

With the melody that sounded, Ye Xingtong's red lips opened lightly, and the ethereal singing voice danced with the melody, so good that it almost made her ears pregnant.

After the song, someone couldn't help but whistle.

"One more song, one more song!" said both men and women in the box.

And after the time of a song, Ye Xingtong also learned that there was a group of junior students in the box.

There is a rich second generation in this group of college students, and today it is this rich second generation who proposed to invite them to come here for a party.

It's just that before the party started, the rich second generation suddenly said that he couldn't come on time, so let them play first.

Young college students, their minds are still very simple.

Moreover, they all seem to circle around the very beautiful girl in the middle.

Ye Xingtong sang along with the beat while lamenting his luck.

Playing until midnight, the college students are sleepy, and the rich second generation has not yet come.

The boy who asked her to sing before called the rich second generation.

Hanging up the phone, the boy said that the rich second generation couldn't come, and asked everyone what to do.

Everyone discussed it and decided to leave.

Because they were all college students, and the rich man who invited them didn't come, Ye Xingtong didn't get a tip after this scene.

After sending these students away, Ye Xingtong was arranged by Ji Ji to another box to adjust the atmosphere.

Fortunately, it was already the second half of the night, everyone was a little tired, and there were already people around them, so they didn't have the heart to tease her new face.

However, the tip was not missing hers.

Soon, it was time to get off work.

At two o'clock in the morning, it was still dark.

Some of the princesses in the clubhouse followed the guests, some let their boyfriends pick them up, and some of them took a taxi together.

Ye Xingtong walked slower, and when he walked out of the door of the clubhouse, the empty door was already empty.

She walked to the side of the road and wanted to take a taxi back.

She had just stopped on the side of the road when suddenly a car came to a stop in front of her.

Ye Xingtong looked up and saw that it was a black Bentley.

And it's quite familiar.

Just as he was puzzled, the car window fell, revealing Ji Dong's face.

"Miss Ye, Mr. An is invited!" Ji Dong said lightly.

Ye Xingtong turned his face to the side and replied impatiently: "I don't want to go." ”

"Miss Ye doesn't have the right to choose!" Ji Dong said indifferently.

Ye Xingtong couldn't help but sneer.

He is exactly the same as his master, he is a drama spirit.

I think he didn't dare to talk to her like this at the beginning!

After a quiet confrontation for a while, Ye Xingtong got into the car.

can't blame her for being too cowardly, but now she is no longer the eldest lady of Huasheng Group, any big man can pinch her to death, let alone An Mochen?

The scenery on both sides was rapidly regressing, and Ye Xingtong leaned on his comfortable back, and unconsciously, fell asleep.

was woken up by Ji Dong in a daze, and got out of the car in a daze.

When she saw where Ji Dong took her, she suddenly sobered up.

All the past events came to her heart, and complex emotions instantly enveloped her.

"Miss Ye, please!" Ji Dong said on the side.

Ye Xingtong suddenly came back to his senses and walked towards the villa in front of him.

Although it was already two o'clock in the morning, the hall of the villa was brightly lit.

Ye Xingtong walked in and found that the hall was empty.

At this time, Ji Dong came over and reminded again: "Mr. An is in the bedroom." ”

Ye Xingtong couldn't help but curse Nima in his heart.

What do you want to do if you don't make it clear all at once?

However, thinking that this was on someone else's territory, she still held back her anger.

Ascend the spiral staircase and take you to the second room on the left side of the upper floor.

When she opened the door and walked in, she didn't see anyone.

Continuing to walk a few steps inside, she swept her eyes and saw An Mochen.

It's just that An Mochen was lying on his big bed at this time and falling asleep.

From a distance, Ye Xingtong saw that he had his eyes closed, and he seemed to be asleep.

She couldn't help but scold Nima again.

Could it be that Ji Dong heard an movement on An Mochen's side in the middle of the night, so he ran over to check the situation, and as soon as he entered the room, he happened to hear An Mochen in a dream, and her name was mentioned in the dream, so he mistakenly thought that he was going to see her at two o'clock in the morning, so he ran over and picked her up diligently, right?

It's really oolong!

Ye Xingtong turned around and wanted to leave without hesitation.

But I heard An Mochen suddenly say, "Did I say let you go?"

Ye Xingtong turned around in surprise and saw that An Mochen had already sat up.

"You...... Aren't you asleep?" Ye Xingtong asked.

I don't know if it's because her stammering look is funny, An Mochen laughed.

Ye Xingtong pulled down his face unhappily.

It's not a bad thing to have someone laughing at you, but only if they're not laughing at you.

"I don't know what Mr. An is doing when he summons me in the middle of the night?" Ye Xingtong asked unhappily.

An Mochen suddenly lifted the quilt.

Ye Xingtong hurriedly turned his head sideways.

After a while, a warm breath sprayed on the side of her face, and then, An Mochen's low and ambiguous voice crashed into her ears: "Why are you so afraid?"

Ye Xingtong turned his head stiffly, saw his magnified face, and subconsciously raised his hand to push him away.

She used a lot of strength, An Mochen stumbled and was almost pushed down by her.

An Mochen's face became very bad.

Ye Xingtong was also very angry, and sneered without words: "What, does President An want to sell Hue to me again?"

An Mochen's face became even darker, and he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her neck.

"I want to know, how do you know that?" An Mochen became angry, waiting for him fiercely, the murderous aura in his eyes almost turned into a real sword to pierce her.

Ye Xingtong was pinched by her and couldn't breathe, his face was flushed, but he stubbornly confronted him with his eyes.

Don't speak, don't beg for mercy.