In the private room of a high-end club
Su Qingxue pinched her eyebrows with one hand and looked uncontrollably at the girl beside her who wanted to show her courtesy several times: "Damn it, how long are you going to play?" Lan Yu said sarcastically: "Why can't we, Mr. Su, take it anymore? Don't worry, the fun has just begun. These are just appetizers, the real "main course" hasn't come yet."
I saw a woman opening the door and smiling charmingly at the people sitting there: "Yes, our Mr. Su is just too anxious, so I'm here." "Lan Yu, Chen Xi, if you two are very free, I don't mind helping you find something to do." After that, Su Qingxue stood up and prepared to leave the box. "Hey, hey, why aren't you teasing me so much? Wait for me." Lan Yu followed him out of the box. Chen Xi felt really miserable and couldn't express it. After all, she was also a beautiful woman. How could she see that she was about to leave as soon as she came? It was really depressing.
Intention: We are always waiting for the next time, but where will it be next time?