The further you go in, the clearer the thin moans of the mature men and mature women.

Before it was late at night, it became restless, and the private room was full of extravagant and debaucherous atmosphere.

Jiang Yang's steps were restrained, her eyes were narrowed, her gaze was limited to one place, she didn't dare to look indiscriminately, for fear of seeing something that shouldn't be seen.

The low moans of the man and woman, wave after wave.

Jiang Yang retreated in her heart, can she really do it if she works in a place like this?

"What's it called?"

In the music of the thirsty ears, a clear male voice sounded, and Jiang Yang's gaze followed and paused on the man's face.

He sat in the innermost part of the private room, with two chicks on the left and one on the right in his arms, and half of his face was hidden in the dark, making it impossible to see his face.

Jiang Yang shrank his eyes, and the one inside should be Ye Liang.

"Jiang Yang."

The tone is soft, and a little clear.

Ye Liang slowly raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on Jiang Yang's body, and he was a little interested.

Catching a glimpse of the mask on Jiang Yang's face, he frowned in disgust, "The mask has been taken off." ”

Jiang Yang hesitated briefly, reached out and took off his mask.

She stood there softly and weakly, accepting Ye Liang's delivery of gaze, and the feeling of crampedness in her heart was clear.

Half of the woman's face in front of her is slightly swollen, but it does not affect others to appreciate her beauty, her small face with a big palm, a pair of peach blossom eyes hanging down timidly, the tip of her nose slightly upturned, and her small mouth squeezing nervously, she looks innocent and seductive, and she is a good seedling worth cultivating.

It's just that this temperament is too clean, not like a person who can come here to work.

"Can you dance?"

Ye Liang withdrew his gaze, his body sank loosely into the sofa, and the female companion on the right flatteringly handed over a glass of wine.

"Yes."

"For example?"

Jiang Yang's voice was very soft: "Ballet." ”

"Ballet?" Ye Liang seemed to have heard some joke, the corners of his lips were prickly, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Sister, we are a bar, not a preschool education." ”

Pre-school education, a few words made Jiang Yang's eyebrows tighten, the first time she heard someone comment on ballet like this, it was quite insulting.

After everyone next to them heard this, they were all happy, "Ye Shao, don't talk about Sayuri like that." ”

The tip of Ye Liang's tongue hooked the corner of his lips, Sayuri? The word fits her quite well.

Not stained with mud, not worldly, and dirty.

Jiang Yang bit her lip and forced herself not to listen to the mocking words in those people's mouths, coldly, her voice came out: "I will dance other dances." ”

"Other dances?" Ye Liang chuckled playfully, "Yan Wu, will you?" ”

Jiang Yang stood directly opposite the air conditioner, the cold wind blew her clothes, pulling her skin, her fingertips clasped her palms, cold sweat overflowed from her back, she lowered her eyes, and didn't know how to answer.

She can dance that dance, Ye Tushen not only likes to watch her dance, but also likes to watch her dance.

It's one of his bad tastes.

He said that he wanted to see Jiang Yang in the dust and cliché.

He said that the person he likes to watch cleanliness the most has difficulty holding himself.

"Will you jump?" Ye Liang's patience has reached a critical level.

Jiang Yang clenched her palms again, as long as she got a job at the bar, her father's recuperation fee would not be a problem.

"I ......," she said, pressed to the tip of her tongue, indignantly pronounced the word.

But the voice was halfway through the force, and Ye Liang answered the phone.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

There was a flattering smile on his face, and he completely lost the arrogance of the embarrassed people, and his voice was half empty.

A little uncle, the chaotic sound next to him disappeared, and in the private room, Jing Luo smelled the needle.

After explaining and hanging up the phone, Ye Liang's face sank, and he asked Jiang Yang: "I remember that you seem to be from Beicheng University." ”

Jiang Yang was a little confused, so he still said truthfully: "Yes." ”

"Okay, you passed the interview, your face is good, come to work."

Ye Liang didn't embarrass Jiang Yang anymore, Jiang Yang's eyes flashed with doubts, but he didn't say anything.

Ye Liang got up and walked to her, and Jiang Yang subconsciously took two steps back.

"Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Jiang Yang's voice trembled.

Ye Liang tinkered with the lighter in his hand, and his mood was not high: "Take me to your school." ”