Big A was dumbfounded, his heart was beating faster, and his face was red.

"What? Weird, isn't it? Ling Yi was very uncomfortable. From the age of four to the present, she has always shown herself as a man and has never worn women's clothes. When I wear a skirt, it's cold everywhere, and I feel very exposed. With her legs crossed, she was very worried about being seen as a woman.

"Weird, weird...... "weird" is weird and beautiful. Big A's eyes were straight, and he couldn't make a sound when he stammered. No, it's not weird, it's beautiful.

No one will suspect that he is a man, only that she is a beautiful girl.

I usually joke that he looks like a woman, but I didn't expect to put on a skirt after putting on makeup...... It's a big beauty, and she took away her heartbeat and breath in an instant.

At the age of seventeen, when he fell in love with his first love at first sight, his heartbeat was not as fast as it is now.

Ling Yi lowered his head and tugged at the hem of his skirt and said awkwardly. "Well, that's weird."

"It's amazing that you've even changed your voice." Xiaomei's mouth also opened wide, and she finally recovered from the amazement. sighed that he was born with the wrong gender, if he was a woman, he would definitely be a beautiful woman who turned everyone upside down.

"Well, I've trained to change my voice before." Ling Yi made an excuse. The usual male voice is her deliberately dumb voice, and she says it in a descending tone, and the female voice she uses now is her real voice, but she is used to using a male voice.

"You've got breasts!" Big A's eyes were straight when he saw it.

"The underwear pads out." Ling Yi's face was calm. Over the years, she has been wrapped around her breasts, which has restricted the development of her breasts, so her breasts are not very big, and she looks a little bigger when she wears a B cup.

"So amazing? I'll touch ......"

"Touch you, pervert." Mei slapped his hand away.

Big A is aggrieved. "He's not a real woman, what's wrong with me touching my brother?"

He also deliberately reminded himself that this was his brother! Otherwise, looking at this beautiful face, he would not be able to control her as a woman.

"I'm going to the interview first."

"Have you thought it through?" Xiaomei was a little worried. "Team Yan will definitely be angry when he knows it."

"As I said, I'll take the responsibility alone."

"It's not a question of who's responsible, okay? Since we can come, the Yan team will definitely carry it together. We're worried about you, nightclubs are too unsafe, not to mention a serial murderer in ambush. ”

"That's it! You see that you are like a real woman, a little white rabbit fell into the tiger's den in Longtan, and it is strange that you are not eaten to the scum. Let's go, don't do it, and think of another way. Big A grabbed her hand.

Ling Yi pulled out his wrist. "I've already decided, don't persuade me anymore."

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Dihao nightclub had not yet opened.

At the door of the box, dozens of girls lined up in a long line, all in sexy miniskirts, each holding a number plate in their hands.

They are all very young, most of them are 19 or 20 years old, and the oldest is no more than 25. Even with heavy makeup, he can't hide his still childish facial features, but his eyes are hollow and soulless.

Ling Yi couldn't tell what he felt in his heart.

In this business, she has been exposed to too many dark sides of human nature, but it is inevitable that she is still uncomfortable to see so many young girls selling themselves for survival.

"Number 43." A man taps a number plate to her chest.

Ling Yi hurriedly dodged, and the number was attached to her shoulder.

"Heh, what are you hiding, come out and sell it and pretend to be high." The man sneered.

Ling Yi ignored him. According to her inference, the killer was most likely an employee inside the nightclub. She looked around, carefully observing everyone's faces and expressions. Two bodyguards were smoking, and several male waiters were smiling lewdly and their eyes wandering ill-intentioned across their chests, discussing which girl was pretty...... There are people with different images, and different people have different postures.

"Number 43, it's your turn."