In just two days, she has adapted to this new job, and gradually became like a fish in water in the "style".

It's just that she has been deliberately keeping an unusually low profile, and rarely goes to the VIP private room upstairs, although she can only sell more expensive wine there and get more commissions.

She was afraid that she would bump into an acquaintance, after all, many things could not be explained clearly, and her life was at stake.

Perhaps because it was a weekend, there were a lot of guests in tonight's "style", and the first floor was almost full. Most of the tables are Heineken, Budweiser, Carlsberg, and occasionally mixed with a few bottles of red wine in the middle and low price range. For men and women who come here in search of a sensory thrill, it doesn't matter if the alcohol in their stomach is good or bad, as long as it brings a wonderful sense of excitement.

She was still wearing the same sexy black uniform, her high breasts or straight buttocks were exaggeratedly outlined, but her lower abdomen and back were exposed, making her feel cold and swishing all over.

Compared to last night, her performance today is not good.

And both in figure and appearance are obviously inferior to their own "Chivas Regal" and "Royal Salute" but the mind is lively, since last night took the initiative to go to the upstairs private room, although it is inevitable to accompany the guests to drink a few more glasses, but their performance is really like sitting on the salute to the sky.

Going up to the second floor means that you have to be rubbed with oil, and the drunken men have a mixture of bad breath, body odor, and wine odor, and their big fluffy hands will always sneak up from time to time. In order to sell a five-figure bottle of foreign wine, the wine promoters can only be humble and wronged, laughing so hard that their faces are stiff, and their reactions are numb when they drink.

As the night wore on, a wave of guests walked upstairs to the reserved private room.

Among these guests, there are men and women, and the men are all freshly dressed and lavish, and they are generous in their hands, and they know at a glance that they are either rich or expensive. The women, on the other hand, wrapped themselves around the men's arms like vines, and at a glance, they were all in outstanding posture and smiling.

sighed, a gentleman should not fight with fate.

She looked down at herself, most of her upturned breasts faintly glowing with spring, a pair of thighs lined whiter with a low-waisted black miniskirt, and her toes, painted with the same color nail polish, were writhing twice in her fish-mouth heels.

If there is no guest approval or a manager's recommendation, no one can enter the VIP room above the second floor. Alcohol, drugs, erotic transactions, any one of them will bring trouble to themselves, everyone knows this very well, and will never offend the powerful for money.

She decided to go to the manager to set it up.

Just thinking about it, saying that Cao Cao Cao was coming, the manager rushed over, holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, and when he saw her, he pointed his hand and said loudly: "Ballantine's Arena, you call Shangjiahao and Martell, follow me upstairs! Quick, be obedient, be smart, and ensure that you count one person tonight." ”

The women in the bar often don't have their names, and they can't remember them, but the liquor licenses they are responsible for are more catchy.

He gestured five fingers, her originally somewhat dim eyes immediately lit up, and she immediately went to find the two brands of wine promotions, and the three of them quickly followed the manager upstairs.

Turning around, four people took the elevator to the eighth floor.

She was a little nervous, her heart was pounding, and the palms hanging beside her also secreted cold sweat, she had long heard that the private room on the eighth floor was not for ordinary guests, it meant power and wealth.

Jiahao and Martell are no better, silent and at the same time can't help but look around, obviously they are twittering, and they all keep their mouths shut at the moment.

Out of the elevator, the manager whispered while walking: "Take your brains and then follow me into the private room, in the past, those little smart people are provincial, and the one inside is the master, that is, the living ancestor, tell you to learn the dog and don't learn the donkey hum!"

The three of them are submissive, each with their own little Jiujiu, what Ying Ning thinks is that as long as there is money to be made, as long as there is no danger to her life, let her drink her.

That's what she thinks, and that's what she does.

After drinking 9 glasses, she sold a total of 10 bottles of Ballantine's 30-year-old wine in that private room, and one of the owners, Da Lu, said with a smile that he couldn't drink it and save it, and he would buy her wine next time.

Of course, she was inevitably touched on her thighs and buttocks, she giggled, pretended not to react, and after a few seconds quietly moved to the other side of the sofa, dodging the hand under the banner of pouring wine for the bosses.

After the men had drunk their wine, they began to talk about business, and the women walked out of the house in turn.

The moment she went out, she began to be a little "floating", the manager helped her, I really didn't expect this little girl to be so capable when she went upstairs for the first time, and couldn't help but be concerned: "It's okay, right?

She waved her hand and said no, wiped her hot cheeks, the lipstick on her lips had already taken off most of it, and murmured, "No, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

After saying that, Ying Ning broke away and staggered to the end of the corridor.

The manager shook his head, turned around and turned back, the guests in this private room are friends of the proprietress and must be taken care of, and there must be no slackness. It just so happened that downstairs was sitting with a pet Tiange, who couldn't be offended on either side, making him up and down, anxious, lest one of them take care of himself and cause trouble.

She hadn't been to the eighth floor, so she was a little dazed. It's so luxurious and quiet that there's not even a bar's hostess or a princess and young master in a private room, and the thick carpet under your feet absorbs most of your voice.

The two sides of the corridor were inlaid with large pieces of golden mirrors, Ying Ning patted her hot cheeks and took a picture of the reflective mirror, her eyes were as bright as stars, and like crystal diamonds wrapped in water. She pursed her lips, identified the direction of the front and back, and walked to the other side with vague steps.

I haven't drunk alcohol for a long time, and it turns out that the original owner of this new body doesn't drink very well. She smiled wryly, stood still, gasping slightly, and felt like a raging fire in her throat and stomach.

Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the private room next to him was suddenly opened from the inside.

She was startled, and squinted to see that she was next to a door, and when she looked through the door, the decoration inside was not like an ordinary room, but like a suite for resting.

There are three gilded numbers on the door, 808 - what a good fortune, and it will definitely make a fortune.

A man walked out of the door, equally unsteady on his feet and smelling of alcohol.

"Why are you here? I've been waiting for you, you've been waiting for you for a long time......"

He burped, probably having drunk a lot, mistaking the woman in front of him for someone else.

She raised her head in surprise, met those familiar eyes, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Luan Chi?!"

She knew that he had returned, but there was no way for her to take the initiative to find him.

She can't even get everything back with her own hands! Unless, she wants to become a madman, a paranoia, a psychopath!

The drunken man heard the woman in front of him shouting his name, and he was even more sure, and reached out and pressed her shoulder, and dragged her into his arms and into the room.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, as if separating two very different worlds.

The room was so quiet that she didn't have time to look around or figure out what it was all about, when the kiss was hot enough to suffocate her head.