The weekend day was a torment for Yamamoto, and when he arrived at night, he knocked on the door of Zhao Yan's nest in a formal suit, carrying a black suit in his hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhao Yan looked at the rather sassy Yamamoto, his bird's nest, which had not been taken care of for thousands of years, was carefully cared for into a shiny big back, which looked at least two grades handsome, but still a passerby.

"It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, so there's no need to be two hours early, right?" Lao Zhao said dissatisfiedly.

"A gentleman is not late."

"You're a beast."

couldn't bear Yamamoto's constant nagging in his ear, so Zhao Yan could only follow him to the venue of the dance party in advance.

Changing into a suit, Zhao Yan looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied. Sure enough, you get what you pay for, and Lao Zhao feels that the 70,000 euros are worth it.

Yamamoto regretted it, he shouldn't have dragged Zhao Yan along, the two of them were completely green leaves with red flowers.

Even if he wears the same custom-made suit as Lao Zhao, his bloated figure compares with Lao Zhao's slender and straight figure, and his well-groomed hairstyle is not as good as Lao Zhao's free and easy hairstyle that Lao Zhao grabbed with his water-soaked hands.

Yamamoto was hit, why didn't he think Zhao Yan was handsome, why did he change his clothes, and the difference was so big?

But I don't know that Zhao Yan has his own elite male attributes, once he puts on formal clothes, he subconsciously returns to the original state of the workplace, as the boss of a company, he must make himself look like a boss, and after years of cultivation, Lao Zhao naturally has a little bit of the momentum of a superior.

In short, the image of Zhao Yan with full aura is like this, the original tough face, cold as a school axe, with a serious and cold expression, is a bit of an iceberg-type man's feeling, a decent suit highlights the curves of his slender body, because his own strength makes him not look very thin, his temperament is cold, capable, and a bit of an illusion that no one should approach.

The two walked on the spacious road of the campus, and the return rate was quite high, who made the current Lao Zhao really have a style, and the image and clothing are very in line with the aesthetic standards of Europeans and Americans. Yamamoto said that the pressure was too great, and he walked with Zhao Yan and subconsciously staggered half of his body, the pressure was too great.

Lao Zhao, who hadn't worn formal clothes for a long time, felt a little uncomfortable wearing a tie, so he ripped off his tie and unbuttoned the two buttons on his shirt, I don't know whether he intentionally or unintentionally revealed the outline of his two chest muscles, which was full of masculinity.

However, the two who dressed up carefully and rushed to the dance venue were directly turned away. It turns out that you are not allowed to enter before the dance starts, Yamamoto of the pit friends.

In desperation, the two could only find a place to wait, originally Yamamoto was a little apologetic, but he was accosted several times in an hour, and they were all tender and delicious Yanma!

It's a pity that it's all for Zhao Yan, how can he be embarrassed! looked at Zhao Yan, who was not interested in those girls, with anger, and couldn't wait to punch the underwhelmed face.

The two chatted until the sun was setting and the night was falling, and Yamamoto's long-awaited dance party finally began.

The dance venue is a gymnasium, and as the flow of people walks in, there is a melodious and crisp piano music, and the slightly gray environment is colorful and mysterious. At a glance, you can see a long line of tables in the center of the venue, and the white tablecloth is full of wine glasses, fresh fruits, and various cold foods, and the guests present can eat freely.

Of course, the most conspicuous place is the empty dance floor, and there is a small platform on the side of the dance floor, which seems to have a band playing dance music live, which is quite formal.

All kinds of well-dressed men, holding wine glasses, stood in the venue, gathered in groups of three or five, but they secretly looked at the crowd of ladies not far away, looking for their prey.

Oh, under the whitewashing and dressing of all civilizations, in fact, surging is nothing more than the most primitive desire of human beings. Lao Zhao can see it clearly, but he will not laugh at anyone without interest, most of the people in the world, including him, live like this, what qualifications do you have to laugh at a hundred steps in fifty steps?

Zhao Yan and Yamamoto stood alone in a corner, the lively venue seemed to have nothing to do with them, and at a glance it was full of strange and seemingly identical faces.

Yamamoto couldn't help but rejoice in his decision, otherwise he would not have to cry to death if he was allowed to come to the dance alone.

How do you think that Zhao Yan seems to have her own flash, a white beauty walks towards Lao Zhao, and she looks very beautiful under the exquisite makeup.

"Hey, my name is Helena, can I have a drink?" The beauty smiled and said to Lao Zhao.

This beauty named Helena looks quite palatable, a bright red dress is quite sexy, her huge breasts are exposed, and the waves of surging people are dry.

Yamamoto took his eyes away from the dazzling white place with difficulty and looked at Zhao Yan, but he saw this guy observing unscrupulously, and what made him even more unacceptable was that after this beauty noticed his gaze, she seemed to stand up deliberately......

Amaterasu! Quickly send down a divine thunder and cleave this demon to ashes! Yamamoto roared and struggled inwardly, and finally reluctantly discovered that he was a tragedy as a man.

Seeing Zhao Yan, who was forgetful, hooking up with a sexy beauty, he could only watch, envy, jealousy, and resentment......

"Helena, do you still have friends? I feel like my friend can save you and your friend from your troubles. Zhao Yan smiled coolly and said.

"Sure, I could have introduced my friend to your friend, but I feel like I'm at a loss." Helena understood and said with a smile.

Zhao Yanzi understood the meaning of the words, and asked with a smile: "Then what do I need to do?" Make up your ......"

The eyes of the two lingered and teased each other, and they always felt a little adulterous or something.

After a while, Yamamoto was no longer alone, and in his grateful eyes, Zhao Yan put his arm around Helena's slender waist, one hand still on the stiff and full place, and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Zhao Jun really deserves to be the man closest to God! Yamamoto thought secretly in his heart, and set his eyes on this slightly thin but beautiful woman in front of him, God! Please give me the same abilities as Zhao Jun.

Ignoring Yamamoto, who was suffering from "Bo Er's Disease", the perspective was pulled back to Zhao Yan.

In one of the innermost compartments in the bathroom, there was a wheezing, and the man's dexterous fingers roamed between the sensitive body parts of the woman, and buried his head in the majestic mountain, carefully observing, the wet tongue teasing the already swollen bud with a wicked taste, and the sound of saliva sounded from time to time.

The woman tilted her head, her seductive eyes were full of charm, her fair skin was covered with a layer of fine particles, and her body slowly entered an irrepressible excitement.

Xiao Zhao Yanmo, who was already standing on standby, sat in the wet place where the tide was gushing, as if he was deliberately teasing the woman's endurance nerves, and finally reached the depths in the woman's eager cry.

The rhythmic movement is scored, or swaying and soothing like an erhu, or stormy like a rhapsody, and the woman falls into a frenzy, trying her best to suppress her shameful moans, and finally ends the whole auditory feast in an aria for a long time.

The refreshed old Zhao walked out of the bathroom with a flushed Helena in his arms, and the latter's expression was a little timid, because of the vacuum of the skirt. During the "playing" of the two, the black thong died, and she had no choice but to do so.