When I opened my eyes in a daze, I took my phone and took a look, and Chen Meijuan's name was in my eyes.

Since I left my job in the nightclub, I have occasionally chatted with Chen Meijuan on QQ, and I have rarely made phone calls.

It's not that the relationship fades after leaving the job, it's because we're all poor dicks, and we're so poor that we need to take care of the phone bill, so we made an appointment not to call, and QQ said something.

Now, I slept very poorly, and when I saw her phone, I subconsciously sat up and hurriedly picked it up.

Sure enough, Chen Meijuan on the phone was crying.

She said: "Zhou Mo, can you come to the California Red KTV on Badin Street in Futian to find me?" ”

There was a lot of noise around her, but I still heard her words clearly.

I was about to answer when the phone went off, leaving only a distracting beep.

I didn't have time to hesitate, I jumped up directly, put on my clothes randomly, and stopped the taxi directly when I went out.

Along the way, I called Chen Meijuan anxiously, but there was only a cold voice over there indicating that the phone had been turned off.

I was completely embarrassed to exert my rich imagination, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, I finally stayed up to the park, hurriedly paid, and went directly to KTV.

After eating up the white eyes of many strangers and the coaxing of some lewd men, I finally found Chen Meijuan in a luxurious room.

In the weather close to summer, she wore a white dress with light clothing, which was originally her favorite skirt, but now it was torn in half, and she covered her hands on her chest, shivering.

When I went straight to Chen Meijuan, I glanced at the people inside from the corner of my eye, and among the obscene-looking men in that row, there was Li Xianyong, whom I had met a few times.

Of course, on the bar not far away, there was a woman with a cold face like a crane, she was the Yang Qiao I had met in Lin Zhicheng's office not long ago.

I didn't have time to clean up the intricate relationship, so I hurriedly rushed over and ruthlessly pushed away Chen Meijuan's hand, helped her up, and hurriedly took off my little coat and draped it in front of her.

At this time, the music stopped, and accompanied by Chen Meijuan's endless sobbing, two men stood up and walked to the door and held the door.

The remaining pairs of eyes fell on me with bad intentions, and I almost shivered, and then I was forced to suppress them.

In the end, Li Xianyong, who was sitting near me, was the first to speak.

He pointed at me and said to the row of men: "Tsk, look, this is Lin Zhicheng's girl, and she was sent to the door, it is estimated that Lin Zhicheng usually can't satisfy her." ”

As soon as Li Xianyong's words fell, those men all laughed.

I'm sure it's not a smile, and it's not good-natured, but rather a mockery.

And I, supporting Chen Meijuan, was ridiculed and insulted by Li Xianyong like this, but I told myself in my heart to endure it and take Chen Meijuan away first.

Scanning it again from the corner of my eye, I finally judged that Li Xianyong was the most able to speak here.

So, I stabilized my tone, met Li Xianyong's gaze and pretended to be calm: "Brother Yong, we have met a few times, not to mention that the last time we met was a pleasant one, and it was an acquaintance." If Chen Meijuan does something bad and offends Brother Yong, I also want to beg Brother Yong to sell me face and not worry about us little women? ”

As if he had been stepped on by a ghost and fell into an evil spirit, Li Xianyong suddenly laughed, laughing almost, and then stared at me and said slowly: "Why should I sell you face?" What's more, I'm curious about how good a pheasant from a nightclub is to catch up with a man like Lin Zhicheng. ”

"Well, Miss Zhou, what position do you like, I'll accommodate you later. Seriously, I've never had a woman as naïve as you on KTV. ”

With that, he looked me up and down meaningfully several times, and finally fixed his gaze on my chest, as if to see through the shallow fabric.