Chapter 13: The "Cost" of the Body (2)
STAR is Yancheng's most famous entertainment venue, with an upscale clubhouse, spa, tennis courts, and a golf course. If you use a membership system, you are not a member, and you can't get in even if you have money. It's the perfect place for fun, leisure, fitness β and some underground trading.
The more you get into the night, the more lively STAR is.
In the luxury box, Leng Sicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, pushed away the beautiful woman leaning against him, took off the suit jacket on his body, and unbuttoned the cufflinks on his shirt while walking forward. When he arrived at the billiard table, he lowered his tight waist, and his slender arms stretched out with the battering bar, like a cheetah ready to attack, with a gorgeous and elegant posture. The amber pupils narrowed slightly, the club in his hand did not hesitate to send forward, the white ball "gurgling" rolled out, the "dong" hit four times, the ball on the table spread out colorfully, and the "dong dong" fell into the bag non-stop.
The chaotic situation on the table was cracked all at once, and it was just a ball, and it was all the balls into the bag!
The crowd of onlookers exclaimed endlessly, and a man with a white face stood opposite, shouting unwillingly: "Leng Sicheng, you are too much!" How can we play with one shot? β
Leng Sicheng's expression was faint, he took a step with long legs, walked to the wall, put the club in his hand to the side, buried his body in the soft leather sofa, slightly unbuttoned his two shirts, and his expression was lazy: "I'm in for a treat to tonight's drink." β
In a burst of cheers, Leng Sicheng's female companion twisted her thin waist and walked out of the box.
As soon as the door closed, the white man came over with eyebrows and eyes: "Why do you have time to come here tonight?" Listening to Shane, what kind of charity banquet is Huangting Entertainment holding tonight, what kind of little flower girl did you bring over with your company's new little flower dan, what is it called Chen Wenjie? β
As he spoke, he looked around, "Why didn't I see you bring that little beauty here?" β
Leng Sicheng's eyes were pale and there was no smile in his eyes, "What, are you interesting to her?" β
The white man waved his hand: "How can it." Friend's wife, you're welcomeβah, no, friend's wife, don't be bullied. No, she's not your wife. β
When he said "wife", the expression on Leng Sicheng's face suddenly froze, his pupils were slightly lower, and his long eyelashes concealed the true emotions in his eyes. After a while, he picked up a glass of wine on the table next to him, and his slender fingers gently turned the wine glass. The amber liquor swayed, reflecting his equally amber pupils, which looked particularly blurry.
The white man also sighed: "Speaking of which, I really admire you, when I was shocked to marry a girl with no money and no power, who in the circle doesn't laugh at you for being stupid?" But now, how chic are you? You can play as much as you want, and the one in your family doesn't dare to say anything. Unlike me, if I find a woman who is the right person to marry in the future, my hands and feet must not be bolted to death? β
Leng Sicheng put the wine glass down, raised his hand, took a plate of pastries on the table, and accurately stuffed it into the mouth of the white man: "Mo Dongyang, no matter how much you eat, you can't stop your annoying mouth." β
Mo Dongyang grinned, eating the pastry, and sighed inarticulately: "But then again, now that three years have passed, it seems that they are going back to China......"