Bai Yi listened to Nuan Jiu say this, grabbed his word skirt, and couldn't help gritting his teeth, "What do you want to say?" ”

"You can do without that." Nuan Jiu said, straightened out the whip in his hand, and spoke lightly.

"What?" Bai Yi's eyes widened when he heard Nuan Jiu say this.

"Let everyone's girls go to the back hall." Nuan Jiu got up as he spoke, looked at Bai Yi, and said lightly, "No one looks down on you, it's all for the sake of living, if you want to die, you can directly hit your head and kill at will." ”

"Mom, this is still a guest!" One of the men heard Nuan Jiu say this, and suddenly spoke with some hesitation.

"Anyone? Just close the door! Nuan Jiu said and went downstairs.

When Nuan Jiu arrived in the hall, he looked at the girls standing in front of him with red and green.

Nuan Jiu's eyes were almost blinded, what are these people so thick with powder on their faces?

"Give me the makeup on my face, and change into the clothes I think look the best and come here!" Nuan Jiu looked at the piece in front of him and suddenly realized why Bai Yi was so good-looking!

No wonder!

What kind of aesthetic is this?

Nuan Jiu squinted his eyes and began to think about it when he thought about it, the girls moved very fast, and after a while, they were all standing in front of Nuan Jiu again.

This time, but it's much better, Nuan Jiu looks much more pleasing to the eye.

What aesthetic is the original owner, no wonder it is all closed!

Nuan Jiu thought about it, looked at the middle-level girls in front of her, cleared her throat, and said, "Start with the first person, show your talents!" ”

Although the original owner of Qinglou is not too mandatory to pick up guests at night, there must be such a thing as talent.

Nuan Jiu thought about it, and looked at a girl who walked up to him a little softly and weakly, "Mom, what song do you want to hear?" ”

"Play what you do best." Nuan Jiu thought about it and watched the woman bounce up after she helped her body.

There's nothing wrong with it, but it's also mediocre and often doesn't have any mind.

Nuan Jiu frowned, waved his hand, and continued to start, and the next person bounced.

And then almost everyone played it again, and in the end, Bai Yi and another girl were left.

The girl Nuan Jiu squinted her eyes, and she sounded who she was.

Liu Liu likes to make rouge lipsticks and other things, but she only makes these things when she doesn't pick up customers, so the original owner didn't care about her.

"Willow?" Just when Liu Liu was about to play the piano, Nuan Jiu spoke.

"Mom?" Liu Liu listened to Nuan Jiu say this, and opened her mouth with some fear.

Listening to others call their mothers always feel weird?

Nuan Jiu couldn't help but twitch her mouth, and looked at Liu Liu, who was mediocre, and casually pointed to a heroine: "You don't need any talent, she took out your usual technique of making rouge gouache and gave her a make." ”

Liu Liu listened to Nuan Jiu say this and passed, and Bai Yi looked at Nuan Jiu and gritted his teeth and picked up the pipa.

Nuan Jiu looked at Bai Yi like this and suddenly looked at Bai Yi curiously, in the memory of the original owner, Bai Yi didn't know how to play the pipa, it seems that Bai Yi is also hiding something!

The beautiful and agile sound of the piano flows out from between Bai Yi's fingers, like a thin thread flowing through the heart, soft and quiet, soft and comfortable.

Nuan Jiu suddenly narrowed his eyes when he heard the sound of the pipa, and this Bai Yi was also a hidden hand.

Bai Yi began to sing as he talked, "The bleak wind withers, and the smoke and waves of the cold river are lonely and the moon is lonely; The cold rain falls red, and you listen to the tears of the spotted bamboo on the secluded shore. The feather is with the waves, the lamp is alone, the feelings are depressed, and the bosom friend is difficult to find........."