Zhang Po had never experienced such a thing.

She was surrounded by beautiful little boys, dressed in beautiful little clothes, holding wine glasses, offering flowers, whispering softly, and handing her delicacies that she had never tasted before.

It's a paradise.

Mrs. Zhang has always thought that she is simply too unlucky in her life, she married such a bastard, and that bastard can't make money, and loves to drink, she spends more money than she earns, and she is not self-motivated.

The old lady still has to help him out of the stall, and she has to help him settle accounts, that fool can't make fake accounts, every time he cheats, he will basically be discovered, and his brain is really pitted.

If she married a powerful man, how could she still be like this, she must also be wearing a mink coat, a gold necklace, a jade bracelet on her wrist, a cigarette, playing mahjong there, doing what is called "four", living a life like a noblewoman, what else is she doing there?

In this world, it's really not good for men not to be angry, and even women can't take care of them, it's really a waste.

But it doesn't matter, now that she has money, she can dress herself up well, and then find a better man, she doesn't believe it, just with her natural beauty, can't she find a good man? Anyway, those women also rely on plastic surgery and makeup, and what kind of fungus or something.

She believed that she would definitely be able to find a good man.

As for that stupid shortage, ha, that stupid lack really thought that he was going to split the account with him, how could it be possible, a man like him, such a million estimates have to be built, and he has to find those messy things like a junior, rather than letting him spend it, he might as well start first.

It is estimated that the stupid lack is still there thinking that the old lady can stay with him for a lifetime, just kidding, and that kind of person for a lifetime, unless the old lady has a hole in her brain!

Zhang Po took another big sip of wine, although the glasses of this wine were all small cups, but she was used to the feeling of drinking beer in large gulps.

She felt that her brain was very clear, and her heart was constantly beating there, and she felt very powerful.

The power seemed to be a little too much, and she could even hear her own heart ringing.

She could even hear some sounds that she couldn't hear before, and her soul seemed to be detached from the body.

The taste of this wine is a little weird, maybe it is some kind of high-end goods, Zhang Po doesn't know, she has never drunk these high-end wines here, but the boys next to her are brought over one by one, their little mouths are very sweet, sweet Zhang Po's heart is full of joy, she has never heard so many sweet words, that bad old man will only scold the street there.

By the way, how did she get here? Zhang Po doesn't remember much.

She seemed to have gone out to buy mink and necklaces, but ...... What happened in between? She seemed to see a very strange girl or something, and she didn't know what she was thinking, but she followed anyway, and then she saw the boys.

Oh, who cares, these kids are really nice. It's amazing!

Zhang Po felt as if she had lost consciousness, but then, the memories that were usually hidden behind her consciousness began to emerge like smoke, and they turned over in Zhang Po's mind, took the big top, flashed and moved, recombined and arranged, and constituted all kinds of wonderful images.

Oh, that's a good thing, a good thing.

Zhang Po felt as if she had reached a state of orgasm, both physically and mentally.

And the next moment, her whole body arched up like a shrimp, and all the secretions in her body were instantly out of balance, and the stench emanated from her body.

This picture is not beautiful at all, the so-called "Guanguan Yingyu is slippery at the bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the drifting ice of the secluded spring" is simply the picture in the poem, and there is only "the silver bottle bursts through the water slurry at first glance, and the iron horse highlights the sound of swords and guns".

The boys didn't react at all, they just did it, and it did happen when the medicine was strong, after all, not everyone could support this kind of medicine.

Although most of the women who come here are women with a lot of status, there are occasionally some women who are willing to play and stray.

Those women are generally a little bit abnormal, and if those who have status are here to decompress, then those who come to play as if they are slaves or something.

It was as if they had thrown away their dignity as human beings

Boys don't know what they think, and they don't have any interest in studying what these people think, their purpose is to make money, and it's very easy to make money when a boy looks like this.

Who said that selling sex is exclusive to women?

I don't know who said that women's purchasing power is always stronger than men's, and there is nothing wrong with this sentence in this industry.

But this female guest is really rare - usually the female guests who come here are dressed in sexy and seductive clothes, even those who don't think of themselves as human beings are all fashionable and trendy, with medicine in one hand and combing hair in the other, untying their clothes, and twisting their asses to step onto the dance floor.

But this ......

Look at the rustic clothes on her body, and the smell of those inferior perfumes - maybe those women have researched some new ways to play?

God knows, it doesn't have anything to do with them anyway.

Anyway, the boys know that she has money, she has money in her card, she can afford it, and that's enough. The rest of the stuff has nothing to do with them.

But if you do the math, she's already taken a lot of drugs this time, so she won't die, right? It's not a good thing to die and not pay for it.

Forget it, let's drag her to the aristocratic room to recuperate, anyway, she will pay the money.

Under the bright lights, countless people are still depraved and feel happy.

The Indians called the plant the happy plant, and the poppy spread its beautiful posture and stretched its appearance, and in it there was something called the killing machine.

Spreading upwards and forming a piece of cloth, how beautiful it is - poisonous but impossible to get out of, this is a hell train for successful people, and it is also the road to self-destruction for inferior people.

But how many people can resist the whispers of the devil?

Zhang Po was carried into the VIP room, and perhaps from this moment on, the destruction began.