The seventh sister pulled out a burgundy sequined bandeau dress from the corner and threw it to her, "Change it." ”

"Is it here?"

An Xiaoxiao seemed to be holding a hot potato, and her eyes were fluttering.

The seventh sister gave her a blank look, "Nonsense." ”

An Xiaoxiao shook off the dress, compared it on her body, and looked at the design of her open chest and back, her face was full of embarrassment.

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, the seventh sister spoke again, "What? Shy, everyone is a woman, what are you afraid of. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the room, overflowing with the smell of swaying grease.

An Xiaoxiao slowly buttoned the clothes and dropped them to the ground one by one.

In this world surrounded by mirrors, there is no privacy, and she feels like a cabbage sold in the vegetable market, and she needs to show herself in 360 degrees without dead ends in order to be favored by buyers.

"I can't see it, it's quite expected," the seventh sister beckoned to her.

Ann walked over obediently and sat on a black rubber chair.

"Close your eyes."

The glasses on the bridge of her nose were taken off, and they finally became obscured, and An Xiaoxiao was a little nervous.

"The foundation is good."

Immediately afterwards, a choking mist hit the face, the nose was irritated, the tears were about to stay, the cheeks came with a cool touch, and then a pair of soft and boneless hands skillfully patted, like brushing the wall, not letting go of any corners.

Her eyes became a canvas, the slender tip of the pen kept wandering, her eyelashes fluttering, she wanted to open them but was scolded to close.

"Whew, it's done," the seventh sister breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "Open your eyes and see." ”

An Xiaoxiao slowly opened her eyes, the world without glasses was blurry, she had to put her face on the mirror and look at it carefully.

Someone commented, "The sparrow becomes a phoenix." ”

An Xiaoxiao pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled perfunctorily, the last time she wore such a heavy makeup was when she got married.

"Let's go, I'll take you out."

An Xiaoxiao walked out of the room, but the greasy smell of fat powder had embedded in the pores and could not be washed off.

Hearing the movement, Manager Wang raised his head and was stunned for a while.

He couldn't stop exclaiming, "I've found a treasure." ”

The seventh sister held an unlit cigarette in her mouth and glanced at him, "Look at your little bit of interest." ”

"It is not false that the Buddha relies on gold, and people rely on clothes."

Manager Wang circled around An Xiaoxiao like a fly, his greedy gaze scanning up and down like a brush.

Just when An Xiaoxiao was about to lose it anymore, a knock on the door rescued her.

"Manager."

"What's wrong?"

"Here comes a table of fat sheep."

Manager Wang pointed at An Xiaoxiao, "That's right, take her over." ”

Xiao Song followed his gaze and suddenly widened his eyes.

The man's face turned cold, "Look at what you see, it's not yours to look at it again." ”

Xiao Song hurriedly put his hands behind his back and lowered his head resignedly.

"They're all big customers, but don't offend me, you know?"

One more step is the abyss, An Xiaoxiao's palms couldn't stop sweating, and the faint blush covered her pale face, she nodded.

She followed behind Xiao Song, her whole body was terrible, her feet were fluttering like stepping on cotton, her brain was filled with noise from all directions, like a TV without a signal, only a white snowflake remained.

"Bojan, you must drink this wine!"

"It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and I don't drink when I come, and I'm still not a friend."

The two men, visibly drunk, almost half-reclined in their seats, stretched their arms holding wine glasses to the lengthest.

Bojan took it with a smile, he tilted his head slightly, and the dark red liquid dripped along his lip line and seeped between his teeth, sliding down his throat.

The ambiguous light was refracted by the glass and imprinted on his forehead, and suddenly, he saw a figure very similar to An Xiaoxiao.

Losing patience and grace, he drank the rest of the drink, and the remaining drops of his mouth dipped down his neck into the neckline.

"You play."

He dropped a word and left his seat.

"Where are you going?"

The rest of the people looked at Bo Yang as if he had been burned to the butt by fire, and the sound of questions was instantly drowned in the sea of people.

The person in the bar was like a surging wave, rising again and again, but in a flash, the man disappeared.

Bojan was anxious.

An Xiaoxiao followed Xiao Song to a private room, she kept her head down from beginning to end, her eyes stuck to the floor and refused to tear them off.

Xiao Song sighed, "Let's go in." ”

Through the heavy door panel, you can hear the rough talk and laughter of the men inside.

The door was ripped open from the inside, and a balding middle-aged man poked his head out of it, holding a cigarette between his hands and full of alcohol, shouting, "Why are you still ......?"

An Xiaoxiao subconsciously took a step back, her heart pounding, like a frightened deer.

Seeing this, Xiao Song hurriedly accompanied the smiling face to play a round game, "Mr. Li, I'm really sorry, this is new, don't be surprised." ”

Hearing this, the man opened his mouth with laughter, he pushed away Xiao Song who was blocking in front, grabbed An Xiaoxiao's wrist and was about to take it to the house.

An Xiaoxiao looked at Xiao Song in horror, but the man turned his back.

The door was slammed shut, like a sharp knife, cutting off all connections.