The staircase leading to the third floor was bustling with people every day, and the men wore only bathrobes, revealing their black-haired thighs under the bathrobes. There was a lounge on the second floor in the middle, and Peng Cheng rarely came up, and he walked to the second floor at most. The young man shook his shoulders and came again, and the whole person was shaking, and the golden bar was next to the corner between the stairs and the ground, and he walked over, and lay down in front of the bar, and handed in a stack of slips in his hand. A middle-aged man in his fifties next to him was about to go up, he was not alone, there was another one behind him, the man was also wearing only a bathrobe, leaning back, as if he was reluctant, but the steps under his feet did not stop, closely following the person in front. The guy in front of him looked very cautious, he raised his head to look up first, craned his neck, curious, and pretended to be very familiar, and then he turned his head to look at the latecomer below, and his face smiled strangely.

"Fuck, the forced goods are still looking down, do you see, X is still not going to go quickly, what are you looking down!" The bathhouse on the third floor and the two floors below does not belong to the same industry, and the people who work above can't recognize a few downstairs. Peng Cheng lay in front of the bar and lowered his voice and muttered to the people in the bar, as if he was dubbing a pantomime, muttering that the guy in the bar held back a smile and lowered his head uncontrollably.

Peng Cheng wanted to go to the third floor to see, he knew that it was where the ladies made money. But any bathing center, without the woman's three brushes to support the field, must be compensated. It turned out that the small bathhouse where Peng Cheng worked was only two floors, and there was also one floor for the ladies, and the third floor here must not be simple! Peng Cheng remembered hearing the bathing uncle say that he had worked in the big bathing center when he was young.

"Boy, how many women are there? Miss is old, and they are all young, beautiful little ladies. The uncle snickered as he spoke, he sat cross-legged in the dressing room, rolled a cigarette, and licked it in his mouth at the end, wetting the cigarette paper, sticking it and turning it around. His subdued tone won Peng Cheng's attention, "Hey, it's always changing, I can't tell where they come from, they are all good-looking, mainly young, really sultry, not older than this." Xiao Peng, if you confuse the clock, it's okay. Saying that, the uncle shook his head mysteriously and knowingly, up and down.

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There is always a chance to go up to the third floor, it is not a chance, at most it can be regarded as a mistake to nest fire! Although Uncle Rubbing the Bath said, Peng Cheng never delusionally thought that he could count the clock, and he was only worried about the third floor because he wanted to take a look and see what kind of people were doing those awesome jobs, nothing more. He went up to the third floor in a hurry, no matter how much he wanted to go there before, he didn't want to go that day, he was quite angry, because the lobby manager was pretending to be forced with him.

The third floor is the most uniformly decorated, and if it weren't for the different room numbers at the door, you would never know where you are. The large glass on both sides of the corridor reflects the room everywhere, a row of real and a row of fake, which is stretched to make people confused in the visual error.

The last time Peng Cheng came was in the morning, the lights were turned off on the third floor, and he gave the list to a boy who looked beautiful, and that person's virtue was like a third-rate star who played a big name, and he took it arrogantly, and then ignored him anymore.

The lights on the third floor are on today, and it is really different, the yellow and dazzling eyes on the four walls, Peng Cheng smiled slightly, and said in his heart that the man who is engaged in * is really bull X, he must pretend to be a style of Jinwu Zangjiao.

Eighty percent of the third-rate stars were busy, and Peng Cheng didn't see him at the small bar at the staircase. He poked into the bar, and saw that there were quite a few food dishes underneath, mostly candied snacks, which he didn't like to eat, but there were grapes. The young man reached out and put an arm in, reached out and grabbed a grape and threw it into his mouth.

No one paid any attention, and he wandered back and forth on the third floor. I walked a few steps inside, passing several gates, but there was no sound as expected. He still remembers that on the second floor of the small bathhouse, there was always a howl one after another, and it was because the sound insulation was too good. Peng Cheng looked into the corridors on both sides, the third floor seemed to be really empty, he was curious, so curious that he leaned close to the door, leaning his ears close to those doors.

After listening to several doors, there was still no sound, Peng Cheng finally heard enough, he knew a little, it seems that the time may be wrong, and there is no one on the third floor now. So he turned back to the bar and grabbed the grapes and ate them. This grape is really sweet, Peng Cheng lay on the bar, leaned into the bar, picked some hard and purple grape grains from a bunch of grapes, and pulled them down.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Peng Cheng heard a chirp, he raised his head suddenly, and the corridor was empty. The young man carefully distinguished, and then laughed again, after all, he was bumped into, what else could he do. This relieved him, and he stopped standing to eat, he turned into the bar, sat and ate the grapes, and easily pulled the drawer, which was not opened, and locked it very tightly.

The grapes were about to be gone, Peng Cheng was very satisfied, and then he didn't know which door suddenly opened, and the young man poked his head out in surprise and looked over, and saw a girl with a raw face in the middle of the corridor, wearing a little red dress, from a door he had just heard, and walked out first.

The young man was shocked, there was really someone inside, and he quickly got up from his seat and turned out of the bar. The girl in the red dress glanced at him and walked over, she knocked on the door next to the bar, stared at Peng Cheng intently, until the door opened, and then said, "Come out, collect the order." ”

The third-rate star was twisted out earlier, he didn't seem to be awake yet, he was startled when he saw Peng Cheng, he grabbed the list in Peng Cheng's hand on the bar, and slapped it on the bar very unhappily, and slapped it three times, and shook his hand in pain. As soon as the young man closed his eyes, he said in his heart that this play should really look like a girl.

The girl in the red dress actually laughed too, the third-rate star was annoyed, and also laughed at himself, he always looked at the girl in the red dress, laughing like two sisters, and then he turned his head, glared at Peng Cheng unhappily and said, "I'll knock on the door of this house in the future." ”

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Peng Cheng didn't answer this, and when the third-rate star signed, he took the water slip and left. The reprimand of the third-rate star made him feel very faceless, and he hurried downstairs, he felt that his face could not be hung up, and the more he walked, the more angry he became. When he came up, he was angry, and when he went down, Peng Cheng felt very uncomfortable, and even a little troubled, he couldn't say clearly, so he felt that his face was scolding, and the burning became more and more uncomfortable, more and more angry, and then it became hot.

I don't know when Peng Cheng felt that his temper became more and more unbearable, he was angry when he said he was angry, he was angry when he said he was angry, he was angry when he said he was angry, he was angry when

At the entrance of the second floor, Peng Cheng was extremely troubled, like a twitch of nerves, he felt that there were strands, and he didn't know anything, rushing from his head to his limbs. He walked into the bar on the second floor, asked the waiter for a bottle of iced tea, and drank it, feeling that his throat was not so dry. When he was about to turn around and go downstairs, he caught up with the red dress to send a man down, and at a glance he remembered the man, the man with the left corner of his mouth firmly below.

At the time of checkout, Peng Cheng took the shoes for the pouting man, waited for the man to finish wearing, picked up the cards in his hand and walked to the main desk. He gave his hand to the little sister at the main station, turned around and asked, "How does the eldest brother spend, cash or card?"

The eldest brother lowered his head, stared straight at his shoes, and said angrily, "Cash." Peng Cheng turned around and took the consumption list handed to him by the little girl at the bar.

It's not the first time I've seen such a list, but Peng Cheng has never thought about it, there are 68 essential oils on it, and he is not stupid to think that the little sister has made the wrong list.

"Big brother. Peng Cheng only called the eldest brother, did not report the amount of money as every time, and only handed the receipt to the eldest brother to read. The man glanced at Peng Cheng first, then glanced at the list handed over, and took out a wad of money from his handbag and gave it to Peng Cheng.

"You count enough. ”