Mr. Quan's Deliberate Preference

Quan Er knows how to play and can afford it. Champagne and music, beauties and luxury cars, this kind of bliss in the world that ordinary people only dream of trying, is just commonplace for him. If you are interested in playing, you can book the venue for free and get a bottle of fine red wine for each person; If he is unhappy, he can kick people out, and he is clearly not afraid of offending anyone. Anyway, "Chiyan" and his Quan Er name are there, and Changzhou and even the entire Southeast nightclub is his territory. Fu San said: "Quan Er, you are too arrogant. You need to find someone to deal with it." Hearing this, Quan Er, who was creating dark cocktails at the bar and using Lafite as Coke, looked up and sneered. "Who?" "I don't know. Anyway, he must be a ruthless person, the kind that is both beautiful and ruthless." This time, Quan Er didn't even bother to look at him. The next day, Quan Er got off work. He only took off his suit jacket, rolled up his cuffs, and stood in the kitchen that he had never used before, studying how to make porridge. Lying prone on the sofa across from her was a long-haired beauty with red lips and white skin, looking extremely beautiful. "Are you okay yet?" The beauty asked. Quan Er showed a rare expression of gentleness, "Good boy, you go to sleep for a while. When you're done, I'll call you." Fu San, who happened to be passing by the window, thought he saw a ghost. The capricious ascetic nightclub monster & the cat-type glamorous female manager who specializes in treating monsters