Zhang Yao settled the kitten in the room, and as soon as he went out, he heard the sound of a fight downstairs.

How? Did the bad guys come in? He hurried down to investigate.

I saw that Pan Zhen and Dongyang had already twisted together, and the two of them were evenly matched. After a few shocks to Dongyang, he couldn't do it, after all, he didn't need to take it too seriously after living for so long.

The two have turned from free fighting to wrestling, and because the room is bright enough, they really can't show it.

"Hey! - What are you two doing? Zhang Yao leaned on the guardrail on the second floor and looked at the situation off the field.

Hearing Zhang Yao's voice, the two of them let go of their hands at the same time.

"I haven't seen enough of it, why did it stop?" Zhang Yao said the opposite words in his mouth, and walked down the stairs with a displeased face.

Both perpetrators were tidying up their outfits and were not in a good mood.

"Brother, accompany me to buy some cat food, I don't know much around here." Zhang Yao patted Dongyang's shoulder.

"Let's go." Dongyang put on his suit, took the car key and opened the door and walked out first.

Zhang Yao walked to Zhen's side and looked at him: "It's also very difficult for you two to pinch me as soon as you meet, and I'll drink with you again at night." ”

Zhen ran his hair together with both hands, and said calmly, "Got it, you can go with him." ”

Zhang Yao nodded and left the villa.

Dongyang drove him to a large pet supermarket, and the two of them pushed the shopping cart and bought a lot of things for kittens. Although most of them are taken indiscriminately, this feeling of buying things for others is still quite good.

Dongyang feels that Zhang Yao needs some spiritual sustenance at this moment, although cats are not the best choice. But it's better than nothing.

On the way back to the villa, Zhang Yao felt that suspicious gaze again, as if he was staring at himself. He sat in the car and looked out closely. Still haven't found any clues.

Dongyang didn't notice it, maybe it had something to do with his physique, it was because his spiritual power was too strong, so he could feel it.

Back at home, the two of them moved everything they bought into the house, and those that could be used were taken to the room by Zhang Yao, and those that could not be used for the time being were sent to the basement by Dongyang.

After a series of desperate struggles, with countless scratches on their arms and chests, the two finally bathed the kitten.

Zhang Yao complained while drying the cat: "This little thing is quite cruel." Look at me scratching. ”

Dongyang cleaned up the bath and said helplessly: "Yes, although it is small, no matter how you say it, you are a family with a tiger." ”

All day. Zhang Yao's birthday was spent in taking care of the kitten, and Pan Zhen came back from outside in the evening.

Zhang Yao changed into a bright black casual shirt, gray and white jeans, and traveled in casual clothes. Zhen's outfit is much more flamboyant than his. High-pull cuffs. Revealing strong arms, the three-button collar faintly reveals the seductive pectoral muscles.

Zhen's purpose is too obvious, such a dress and matching his face, I am afraid that there will be no fewer women around him tonight, Zhang Yao is ready to play by himself.

The black sports car shuttled through the streets of the city, speeding all the way, and finally stopped at the bright lights of Sanli Street. There are many nightclubs and bars of all sizes, and even at midnight they are crowded.

Pan Zhen took Zhang Yao into a nightclub called BLUE. The façade is not small, and there are many beautiful women coming in and out.

Been to such a place a few times. Zhang Yao is basically adapted to it now, thinking back to the last time he went to Dongyang's underwear party, he was dressed like that, and the current scene is really small, and he no longer has any symptoms of blushing and shyness.

Dynamic music came from the dance hall, combined with colorful searchlights and a faint mist, making the atmosphere here full of infinite excitement.

Beautiful women in backless outfits writhed their bodies, and their sexy dancing postures led to a cheer.

Zhang Yao was still hiding from a distance to watch, but Zhen didn't know when he had squeezed into the middle of the dance floor.

Two steps walked up to the beautiful woman and smiled slightly and danced with her.

Zhang Yao raised his hand and pinched his brain, even if that guy would come to such a trick, sure enough, he just arrived here to pick up girls. Slowly leaving the crowd, I went to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey and drank it.

"Why don't you play?" A woman's voice sounded next to him.

Zhang Yao glanced sideways, and it turned out to be a beautiful woman in a bright red bandeau dress sitting on the high chair next to her.

"Uh, I'm not very good at jumping."

"It's okay, it's a slow shake later, I'll teach you." The beauty said and stretched out her slender fingers to touch Zhang Yao's hand holding the wine glass.

The red nails are advancing little by little, and it has a very seductive charm.

The light here is relatively good, Zhang Yao carefully looked at the woman next to him.

The makeup is very thick, the dark and charming eyeshadow can hardly distinguish the specific contours of the eyes, the small tear mole under the left corner of the eye is just right, and the bright red lips just match the tone of her clothes. The white jade neck exposes a deep cleavage*, and the skirt has perfectly set off the figure.

"What's your name?" Zhang Yao turned his head to look at the finger that was still teasing him.

The beauty smiled: "You're very strange~ People who rarely come to play will ask each other's names." ”

"Really? My first time here. Zhang Yao was a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, my name is Luo Bing, what's your name?" The beautiful woman moved closer to him again, and her bodies were almost close together.

"My name is Zhang Yao." He could already clearly feel something soft rubbing against his arm.

"Let's go, it's time to change the tune." As he spoke, Luo Bing took his arm and left the bar.

Zhang Yao was passively pulled onto the dance floor, and he has never had any resistance to this kind of direct beauty.

As soon as the two of them stood up, the song was changed to a slow shake, and Luo Bing naturally stuck to Zhang Yao's body, hugged each other and gently moved his pace.

"Uh, have you always been so proactive?" Zhang Yao felt a little embarrassed, because he had never really been so close to other women except for hugging Xiaorou, of course, Xiaoying's kind of prank could not be counted.

"I only take the initiative with people I'm interested in." Luo Bing said that a hand was not too honest and stretched out to Zhang Yao's back, and the light rubbing of his fingertips made people feel like they were electrocuted.

Zhang Yao was nervous, his steps were a little messy, and he inadvertently stepped on the dance partner's feet, although he didn't use very much force, but after all, Luo Bing was wearing high heels, and his body was crooked and he almost fell.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?" Zhang Yao helped her and hurriedly walked outside, and came to the box booked by Pan Zhen in advance to rest.

"It's fine." Luo Bing said and slowly took off his shoes and rubbed them a few times with his hands: "Are you playing by yourself?" She chatted with Zhang Yao while looking at her feet.

"No, I'm here with a friend, he should be looking for a beautiful woman." Helplessly, he glanced outside the box, and thought to himself, this guy is too disagreeable, throw it at him, and don't care about releasing it, right?

"I see, can I call a few friends in? It's hard to book a private room here, and it's my birthday, so you can't sit with me. Luo Bing blinked a little embarrassed, as if he was sending a begging signal to Zhang Yao.

"Yes, there are actually only two of us, and we don't need such a big room, so let's call them." He wished there were more people now, and it would not be convenient if it was only the two of them. (To be continued.) )