"No, I mean, you go out." Liu Qinglan said to the manager.

The manager turned around sluggishly, and only reacted after a while, Liu Qinglan was really here to play!

"You ......" he opened the box door tremblingly, and prepared to go out backwards, leaving only one head indoors, "You come here, Mr. Ji ......"

Mr. Ji, will he let the club close tomorrow?

"By the way, how much does it cost to open a private room?" Liu Qinglan thought that the manager didn't leave, but wanted to charge, so she snapped her fingers at the bodyguard and motioned to the other party to open the suitcase.

Two boxes full of red banknotes were neatly stacked on the coffee table, and Liu Qinglan waved his hand: "How much you need, take it yourself!" ”

Moments later, the manager left the box, feeling like he was about to lose his job.

The reason why Ji's largest club, whose single-day turnover exceeded a record high, was that the president's wife personally came to the club to play as a male model, and it only took one night to become a top crown member......

How do you report this to the above?

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ji Xiurui got off work early and went to the airport to pick up people in person.

When he was nineteen years old, he met a netizen, who took him to play games, chatted with him, and persuaded him to get out of the haze...... Since then, he has become the only white moonlight in his heart.

When he was twenty-one years old, he got married, and Bai Yueguang disappeared and never contacted him again.

But a month ago, he found out the contact information of the other party.

At that time, Old Man Ji was seriously ill and his days were numbered, and he received a string of numbers from a mysterious mailbox.

Since then, Bai Yueguang, who has been missing for seven years, has reappeared in his life.

The other party is still single, and although he is more mature in conversation, he can feel exactly the same as the feeling he gave him seven years ago.

Moreover, she is still playing that game and waiting for him.

It was also because of this that he made up his mind to divorce Liu Qinglan.

When he arrived at the airport, the girl he picked up was a little different from what he imagined.

The girl has a pure appearance, and her round baby face looks very sweet.

The car slowly drove into Ji's Manor, Ji Xiurui personally opened the door of the passenger seat, and took his Bai Yueguang into the living room.

Walking to the center of the living room, he paused.

There are too many things to be busy with recently, and Liu Qinglan has left in a hurry.

So the wedding photo of the two is still hanging in the center of the living room, in the photo, Liu Qinglan smiled sweetly, and looked at Ji Xiurui with love in her eyes.

Ji Xiurui subconsciously looked at the girl, and the other party's eyes swept over the wedding photo lightly, and he was attracted by the pure gold ornaments on the side.

"Wow, that ornament is so beautiful!" The girl took the opportunity to stick to Ji Xiurui's arm.

Ji Xiurui took a step back, avoiding the girl's outstretched hand, his expression was over, and the momentum around him changed greatly.

"Who are you?"

"Huh?" The girl blinked suspiciously, "I'm a little orange?" ”

"You're a fake." Ji Xiurui's eyes staring at the other party were extremely dangerous, and his voice was extremely low.

His little orange will not touch a married man, and it is because of this that when he got married seven years ago, she disappeared.

But the little orange in front of him turned a blind eye to his wedding photos.

He had never told the other party about his divorce.

"I, how could I be a fake? I'm really a little orange......" The girl pursed her lips, as if she was frightened by Ji Xiurui.

"Huh...... Little Tangerine won't call herself Little Tangerine, she will only call herself Grandpa Tangerine. ”

After Ji Xiurui finished speaking, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.