The night is like a prison, and the lonely ghosts and ghosts stand in the wilderness. The fireworks have not been grateful, the sheng songs have not stopped, in this prosperous coastal city to the extreme of the world, some human beings, just asleep, some creatures, just woke up......

"Si Wan, VIP box six." The swift bartender Ah Feng put a bottle of Hennessy on the bar and instructed, "Be careful, this wine is expensive." ”

Si Wan placed the wine on a silver tray and held it carefully in her hand.

The girl jumping the pole is swaying, the girl in animal skin is hot and hot, and the tie man flirts with the backless woman, and the fiery lingers. Countless men and women on the dance floor hugged each other, sad and sad, infatuated and resentful.

And those tall, beautiful, gentle and lovely temperament beauties, at the bar, on the card seat, bent their eyebrows and eyes bent over the ears of the men in brocade clothes who walked at night and whispered softly: "500 for chatting, 3000 for appearance, 5000 for the night." Just cash, no cheques, thank you ......"

Si Siwan held the silver platter, and passed through this group of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods with great care, and found that every day here was like Halloween, the gates of hell were opened wantonly, and demons and monsters poured out of their nests, causing chaos in the world and ruining lives.

When she finished delivering the wine and walked out with the tray, she saw that the door of the No. 7 box next to her was not closed. A familiar voice peeked into the ear through the crack in the door, a slightly hoarse voice that was somewhat careless.

Si Wan smiled, thinking that in this kind of place, the only person who sang this kind of song was Ling Qing.

In the land of dogs and horses, what men want is to be granted by the soul pin, and the color makes the wisdom faint. Women naturally want to be profligate and smoky.

Playing sad? Who is rare! How could Si Wan, who had been rolling in Fengyue Field for many years, not understand this, but she liked to do the opposite.

At the end of the hallway is the Auditorium, where the energetic English dance music flows along the narrow passageway, and the songs of GrooveCoverage echo with a buzzing echo, full of innocent questions and mysterious temptations.

Is God a girl? God is not a girl.

If God were a girl, He would not have watched so many poor women suffer on earth.

The guests in box 13 hugged a young lady with a thin waist and left satisfied, and Si Wan came in to clean up the mess. She put wine bottles, cigarette cases, pink condoms, and white medicine bags...... Such garbage is put into a black plastic bag and ready to be taken to the back alley.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside the door.

The sound was loud, the footsteps were messy, some people scolded, some people yelled, and some people screamed. Listening to the voice, it should be that the lady sitting on the stage was beaten again.

This is an absolute patriarchal world, some things are not strange, and it is natural not to be surprised when things change, Si Wan was just busy with her own business at first and didn't care.

Unexpectedly, a disaster came like this.

When Si Wan broke into the No. 7 box where the door was hidden, the corners of Ling Qing's mouth were bleeding. Drops of blood fell on the scarlet carpet, and before they could be cleaned, the man's palm slapped again mercilessly at a rapid speed. There was a crisp sound of "pop", and there was nowhere to hide.

Seeing that the man's fan-like slap was about to fall again, Si Wan stopped in front of Ling Qingran without thinking about it, like a female sparrow guarding her chicks. Unfortunately, she was not faced with a child's slingshot, but with a pack of wolves.

The man who looked like a bodyguard was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look at his boss who was sitting on the sofa, probably asking what to do with his eyes.

Through the bodyguard's tall body, Si Wan couldn't see the situation on the other side, only heard a voice, with the usual laziness of Brother Gongzi, and said idly: "I said Lao Wei, your young lady here is really a good skill!" One dared to pour wine on the guest I invited, and the other didn't even understand the minimum rules. Do you dare to break into the VIP box? Could it be that you usually pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so you are used to them being so lawless? ”