Chapter 8: President, Your Wife Ran Away Again (8)
"Let's go, little beauty. You're mine tonight. Boss Wang let out a greasy laugh from his throat.
"Mr. Wang, haven't you already decided on me tonight?" The woman holding Boss Wang was not to be outdone, she wouldn't let Boss Wang's fat sheep fly like this, "What do you mean now." The woman held Boss Wang's arm, and her voice was sticky and coquettish.
"Let's go, let's go together, why did I snub you, Yunyun." Boss Wang touched the woman's face and immediately incensed one.
, it's such a heavy taste, I still want to 3|P, the woman rolled her eyes in her heart, still with a smile on her face, and her voice was sweet, "Then boss, you have to add money." ”
"Well said, well said. As long as you perform well, you can add as much as you want. ”
Luo Ying glanced at the woman, the woman's smile had long since disappeared, and a sharp gaze looked at Luo Ying, her eyes flashed with red flames, and her face was full of provocation.
She asked for a plastic bag from the front desk, packed all the cash, endured the nausea, and learned the woman's tone, "Mr. Wang, let's go." ”
Boss Wang was overjoyed, grabbed the two beauties, walked out of the bar, and went straight to the hotel next to the bar.
"Brother Tong, do you think I can still complete the task today?" Luo Ying woke up the system.
[No, there are still five hours, and I am not far from changing masters. The fat cat rolled over and rubbed his belly, which he had just finished eating cat food.
[Good luck meow.] The fat cat wiped her face with her paws, and was indifferent to her master's stupid actions, it wouldn't tell her owner that her every move she had just made had been filmed and sent to Song Xuran's mobile phone, and that person was still her old acquaintance Bai Zhuozhu.
[Such a stupid master should have changed to a good meow early.] The fat cat has gone to a sweet sleep again.
Song Xuran was reading the documents in the study, it was already past eight o'clock, and Luo Ying had not returned home yet. The atmosphere at home became more and more depressing, and the mobile phone clicked, and Song Xuran looked forward to it.
He turned on his mobile phone, clicked on the text message, and saw a photo of Luo Ying holding Wang Ping, Luo Ying was wearing a sequined short skirt, just wrapped over her thighs, and carried a bag in her hand, which was vaguely seen to be RMB. Then another text message came in the mobile phone, "Room 205 of the Red Top Hotel, there is a surprise." ”
Oh, Song Xuran's face was full of calm and stormy, Luo Ying was not at home, she was going to the bar to play, and she was holding such an old man, was it for money? Who can be richer than myself, she wants money, it's good to please me, why bother to please such an old man, not to mention Wang Shijia's father, his own subordinates are defeated.
Song Xuran loosened his tie, his mobile phone was in his hand, almost crushed, it was raining heavily outside the window, lightning tore the night sky, a thunderbolt slashed down, and the raindrops crackled on the window.
"Young Master, where are you going? It's raining so hard outside, so don't go out. The maid took a windbreaker and followed Song Xu.
"Go back." Song Xuran rushed into the rain, lit up his car, and drove into the rain.
The sound of the night rain was annoying, and the visibility on the road was particularly low, Song Xuran ran dozens of red lights all the way, and the water on the road became deeper and deeper, and finally the car broke down in a kilometer away from the hotel.
Song Xuran threw down the car and rushed into the rain again, the mobile phone rang suddenly, it was Luo Ying's number, Song Xuran actually had a trace of expectation, hoping that Luo Ying would tell him that he had gone home.