It didn't take long for the brightly lit bar to be a scene of singing and dancing, drunk and drunk.

In the top luxury private room, Zhou Jingyao was in it, accompanied by four or five scantily clad young girls.

Zhou Jingyao was drinking wine, glancing at it from time to time, with a disgusted look on his face.

This, the skin is not good.

This, the clothes are not good, there is too much exposure, too dusty.

That, the chest is too big, it's fake at first glance, and he doesn't like a cargo.

And that

"Manager, that's all you have here?"

"This."

The manager looked embarrassed, but he still leaned over flatteringly: "I don't know what you like, let's find it for you?" Although I feel that this person is too demanding, if their bar can be next to such a backer, they will not be afraid of being excluded by Zhao's bar in the future.

"Well, this one."

Zhou Jingyao frowned, to be honest, he didn't quite know what he wanted. If you want to blame that Sheng Jiaoyang, this time made him too aggrieved.

That woman doesn't understand men at all, and she doesn't know that men's nature needs to be released. As for her, she will only suppress him from all sides, causing him to bottom out now.

This can't be blamed on him, Sheng Jiaoyang, that woman, and Ao Xin'er are simply two extremes.

Especially when the hotel manager asked him what kind of woman he liked, he subconsciously appeared in his mind, and his heart became more and more annoyed.

He pulled a woman nearby and asked her to sit next to him: "No need to look for it, I think this is good." ”

Isn't it just a pair of skins, not on the inside, what's the use of being attractive on the outside. Why can't he ask Liu, so that she can keep peaching flowers? It's not fair!

Zhou Jingyao frowned, and then thought that she was so flamboyant, Sheng Jiaoyang, that woman knew all this and jumped her feet in anger, so she couldn't be happy.

This time, it was finally his turn to raise his eyebrows!

Thinking of this, the man hooked his hand to the other woman next to him.

The sexyly dressed woman suddenly had joy in her eyes and knelt in front of him.

Zhou Jingyao sat on the sofa with her legs folded, hooked her chin with her fingers, and looked at her for a while: "Okay, take off your clothes." ”

What about a woman dressed in the dust, it is better than some women who are obviously water-based poplars and pretend to be pure saints. At least the women here know how to cater to him, follow his preferences, and not be as vexatious as she is, and he has to let her.

Aggrieved!

And now, Zhou Jingyao only feels happy. He couldn't tell where it was, whether it was the joy after the pressure was released, or the pleasure of revenge on her.

The woman happily stripped off her clothes and knelt in front of the man.

The secretary can't stand it, isn't it too irrational?

"Is it not?" Overdone?

Zhou Jingyao suddenly raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly. I was hesitant to continue just now, but now I am more determined.

"If you can't speak, get out."

"This"

The secretary hesitated for a moment, felt that it was important to keep his job, sighed, and walked outside.

It's just that the secretary was standing outside, and before he could stay long, he saw a woman walking over with a group of bodyguards and assistants.

The secretary finally saw the person clearly, but before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar by a bodyguard.

Jiaoyang took off the sunglasses on his face and looked at him with a smile: "What about Zhou Jingyao?" ”

The secretary raised his hand tremblingly and pointed her in the direction.

When Jiaoyang Pi entered without smiling, there was a singing and dancing inside, but he didn't do anything excessive.

Zhou Jingyao sat in the middle of the sofa and asked the woman next to him to dance a variety of bewitching dances for him.

There are pole dancers, there are ballet dancers and Latin, how to look at how spicy eyes.

When Zhou Jingyao saw a few people, he instantly stood up and looked at them in surprise.

"Why are you here?"