Zhang Mi glanced at Su Baixi in the dark, and after taking a sip of wine, he said, "It's unlucky to spend money on a man for a lifetime, if I had your consciousness, I wouldn't be so miserable now."

The men who called to accompany the wine soon came, and after entering the box, they were all well-behaved and well-behaved, and stood directly in front of them, and there were twelve in a row, and there were twelve of them in a row, soft-looking, thin and tall.

After the lights are turned on, let Zhang Mi pick these people.

Zhang Mi was very arrogant: "Stay."

She added, "Come and stay with me."

For Su Baixi, the unified impression these men give her is: sweet mouths and pleasing words.

They will coax women, and the coaxing women will willingly spend money on them.

For example, now, Zhang Mi has swiped the card for the fourth time.

"You're still a college student? So what do you like? I'll buy it for you."

Zhang Mi put her arms around a man's waist, enjoying the pleasure of him peeling the grapes and sending them to her mouth, she opened her mouth, as if she had tasted happiness, so she felt that money was meaningless.

Making money is not just about living, it's about getting satisfaction in this way.

The box was huge, and someone pushed open the door and closed it again.

Such a subtle movement was not noticed by anyone.

Su Baixi didn't have much thought, leaning on the side, there were only two women in the box, accompanied by twelve men, not just around a Zhang Mi, someone would always come to Su Baixi's side to try their luck.

A man quietly went to pull Su Baixi's hand, but was avoided by Su Baixi.

She doesn't have the habit of cutting off people's money, so when Zhang Mi was willing to spend money for these people, she didn't stop it, but if someone stretched out his hand to her, she really couldn't help it: "I don't need to serve, you all go and make her happy."

The man next to her stiffened, stopped, and continued to try to pull her hand.

The lights were too dim.

The surrounding environment wants a sense of atmosphere, and after Zhang Mi finished picking people, he dimmed the lights, and the fun was exciting.

Su Baixi shook it off, and his voice became colder: "I said, I don't need to be accompanied."

The man didn't speak, but obediently stepped back, didn't come forward to make physical contact with her again, but silently took the initiative to pour a glass of wine, and the glass was slowly pushed to Su Baixi.

Su Baixi whispered: "Thank you, I don't drink either."

Come here, don't play with men, don't drink.

She's funny.

The man withdrew the glass, drank it himself, and poured another glass aside.

Su Baixi didn't have the heart to look at the people around her, and not being able to see her face clearly was secondary, mainly because she wasn't interested.

She has passed the stage of playing emotional games with people, and many things in love are actually with different people, repeating what needs to be done during love.

Chatting, flirting, holding hands, flirting, going to bed, going on a date, watching a movie, traveling.

She is very familiar with these processes.

That is, change the person and repeat the process.

The first time you experience it, you may think it's fun, but after you experience it, you don't have so much energy to reconsume yourself, and these loves are too simple.

A blanket was placed over her by the man next to her.

Su Baixi finally became a little interested, and raised his eyebrows to look at him: "The light is too dim, I can't see clearly, you come here."

The man leaned over to her without hesitation, and put a strong hand on her eyes.

「……」

Su Baixi paused, smiled and said, "You seem to have come in and haven't spoken until now?"

There was music all around, Zhang Mi was still holding the microphone, asking the man next to her to sing to her, and a special one to say good and obedient words to coax her, and the rest hammered her shoulders and legs, and took the initiative to send the peeled food to her mouth.

The sound was too loud to hear clearly.

The man leaned into Su Baixi's ear, the hand covering her eyes was not taken away, and his voice was so low that it was a little hoarse: "A thousand yuan per word."

"This is the legendary one-word daughter?" Su Baixi really felt funny, and his interest suddenly increased.

She didn't resist, and let him cover her eyes like this.

The man's voice continued to be lowered: "I want to find a buyer, buy me."

Su Baixi chuckled, "You look expensive."

The warm breath spread in her ears, like a blooming flower on the other side, swaggering through the market, arrogant and bold, all the way down, even with this breath directly climbed up her neck, itching.

He seems to be a master flirtation, and he can easily pull Su Baixi's emotions and consciousness without spending a single soldier.

To tell the truth, he is indeed many times higher than the others in this box.

He whispered, "I'm ridiculously expensive."

Su Baixi raised his eyebrows: "Then I don't have enough money."

"You really buy it, I really sell it," he said, "and I'll wait for someone who is destined to do it."

Su Baixi smiled: "I thought you would let me smash the pot and sell iron, bankrupt my family, maybe take out a loan to buy you."

Once upon a time, a flower card here, with a clever mouth, a few words, coaxed a female boss to really bankrupt, and finally her own company also gave this flower card.

It was quite a sensation at the time.

"Would you rather?" He asked.

Su Baixi shook his head: "I don't want to."

As if he had expected it, he whispered, "What then, I have to sell."

"Forced to buy and sell, strong twisted melons are not sweet." She said.

He replied, "Would you ask a man who is dying of thirst whether it is sweet or not? He just wants to quench his thirst."

Hearing this, Su Baixi stretched out his hand, pressed it on his tiger's mouth accurately, and then pulled his hand down, staring at his face with a pair of indifferent eyes.

The lights dimmed, and Su Baixi said, "Are you unhappy?"

"Happy."

He shrugged his shoulders, brushed his fingertips over her lips, and gently touched the side of her lips with a domineering and aggressive tone.

Su Baixi said, "It's a pity I'm not very happy."

He paused, narrowed his eyes, and stared at her quietly.

In the dark, the two people looked at each other, obviously not seeing each other's facial features clearly, but unexpectedly, and reasonably, each other seemed to be able to break through the dark environment and trace each other's faces inch by inch.

Because this is already something carved into the bones.

Even if you are blind and blind, you can see each other's faces clearly.

"When did you know?"

He lit a cigarette, and the moment the fire lit up, it illuminated his thin lips, which were indeed thin, revealing indifference for no reason.

Su Baixi said, "It starts when you sneak in."

"Less lying."

Lin Zijia finally couldn't stand it anymore, raised his eyes and glanced at her, trying his best to restrain a certain emotion: "I've been with you for so long, even if I don't care about you, I know what kind of attitude you have when you talk nonsense."

Su Baixi shook his head, and was pierced by him, but he didn't care, but said indifferently, "Then what do you think?"