Nightclub blur.

In a top-of-the-line private dining room.

Four or five gorgeously dressed and scantily clad women surrounded a man, and the sounds of teasing and laughter came and went.

"Come on, come on, whoever drinks the most today will be who tonight." The heroic male voice resounded in the crowd of women, causing countless screams at once.

The women around him picked up the wine glasses one after another, some leaned against the man, some sat on the lap, and the bolder ones kissed the man's face directly, leaving a charming lip print, and then drank the wine in the cup.

"Su Shao, people have been waiting for you for more than half a month, and I have to serve you well if I say anything today," one of the women said, sitting between the man's legs with her legs, and boldly touched between the man's legs with her empty hands, dyed **** The voice made people numb, "Okay." ”

The man smiled, stretched out his hand to catch the weak little hand that was boldly moving, glanced at the brother who was drinking alone three meters away, his eyes narrowed slightly, and whispered to the woman: "If you can sit in the arms of that young master today, the master will be yours for the next month." ”

Following his line of sight, everyone noticed that there was a person sitting directly opposite him.

The game in the box lasted for nearly an hour, and no one noticed that there was another man in the room, and this man's temperament was not lost to Su Shao in the slightest, and even surpassed it. No one noticed that it was because the other party was hidden in the corner, full of momentum, and never made a sound.

The woman named "Yiyi" was a little excited, but after all, she was a veteran who had been in the Blur Nightclub for many years, and she was often by Su Shao's side, so she naturally knew the identity of the man opposite, although she was moved, she didn't act.

"Su Shao, are you kidding? In the confusion, I'm afraid that no one dares to approach that person, Yiyi hasn't earned enough money, but he doesn't want to die. ”

"Two hundred thousand." Yiyi's words did not dispel someone's bad intentions, and the temptation was increased lightly.

The crowd was ready to move.

Yiyi's eyes swelled with a hint of impulse, put down the wine glass, and stared at the man opposite with burning eyes, eager to try.

"Five hundred thousand."

The atmosphere was raised to a very lively level, everyone looked at the man opposite, as if it was food in their mouths, Yiyi licked his lips, and finally fell under the desire for money, got up leisurely, and stepped on the ground with his high heels, like a bell.

Money can make ghosts grind, this sentence has been tested by tens of millions of people, and has long become an eternal truth.

Before Yiyi walked in front of the man, the chill on the top of the snow-capped mountain was centered on the man and spread out to the surroundings, and the first to be pierced by the cold was Yiyi who was walking, and Su Jingzhi who had a bad face.

The atmosphere in the box was blink to the bottom, and it was very lively a minute ago, and the sound of an embroidery needle falling on the ground could be heard at the moment, and no one dared to make a sound, even the sound of breathing slowed down unconsciously.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the same man.

"Su Jingzhi, you are looking for death." Leng Ccenzen's voice sounded in silence, not loud, but full of shock.

Everyone looked at Su Jingzhi one after another.

Su Jingzhi hugged the woman beside him, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sinister smile, he was not threatened at all, looked at Yu Bai who was bubbling with cold air, and said with a smile: "I didn't come to you to let you drink alcohol, let so many beauties not look at it, it's just a violent thing, brother, come out and have fun, how can there be such a thing, it's almost like writing the five big words 'Lao Tzu is unhappy' on your face." ”

(End of chapter)