Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Song Qingchun bit her lower lip, a thought flashed in her heart.

She can wait for the waiter to come back, pretend to be passing by from the door of their box, and then look through the unclosed door...

Song Qingchun, who had a good abacus in mind, simply waited in the bathroom. After about five minutes, Song Qingchun saw the male waiter carrying several bottles of wine passing in front of the bathroom.

She took a deep breath and first looked at the mirror in front of her with an indifferent look before she opened the door and went out.

The waiter heard the voice and turned his head slightly. When she saw her, she probably had an impression and smiled at her friendly.

She nodded slightly, staring intently directly in front of her, very sternly stepping on high heels and walking slowly.

Sure enough, as she guessed, the waiter stopped at the door of Su Zhinian's box. When the waiter knocked on the door, she stepped up the pace while he was not paying attention. Then when the waiter pushed in, she just stood At the door of Su Zhinian's box.

She slowed her footsteps to a point where she could no longer slow, and stared straight into the box where Su Zhinian was.

The crystal lamp inside didn't turn on, only dim colorful lights.

There were two girls holding the microphone and squeezing the enchanting figure in a very charming way. While singing, they made some seduce-inducing-inducing movements to the person on the long sand before them.

Oh, it's really bad!

Song Qingchun mocked secretly at the bottom of his heart, and then looked away.

The barman cat is drinking, and a woman is kneeling on the ground, pouring wine.

Behind the woman, a man was sitting, surrounded by two women, one of whom was sitting beside him, as if he was feeding him to eat fruit, and the other was riding on him, which happened to cover his In appearance, the two seemed to be kissing. The woman had worn the few clothes that had originally been worn out, showing a smooth and delicate entire back, while the man's hand moved variously on her back.

Because the light was too dim, Song Qingchun couldn't clearly see the color of the man's clothes, and the man was blocked from her face, so she couldn't tell whether it was Su Zhinian or President Li.

She was just about to roll her eyes and went to find another man to see what it was like. When the waiter had already put away the wine, she stood up and said: "Please gentlemen, please."

Song Qingchun hurriedly took his gaze back, striding quickly across the door of the box where Su Zhinian was located, and then slowed down, walking gracefully and calmly.

She heard the door behind her being closed, and the waiter's footsteps drifted away. Until the elevator heard a tone, she stopped her footsteps. Then her calm body suddenly shivered with anger.

She is not unaware that many rich people like to use this method on such occasions when they talk about business.

She is also not a picture of the intimacy of the girl who has accompanied the wine and ordered her gold master.

When she was downstairs, she was always curious about what Su Zhinian had ordered what some girls would do. At that time, although she was absent-minded, she always felt that he had always cleansed herself and refused women a thousand miles away. It's not as vulgar as other men, the most is listening to the girl singing and letting the girl pour wine...