Hundreds of millions of treasures: black-bellied mommy is very popular

That doesn't bother you.

Li Weiwei smiled and said nothing, but her gaze drifted past Bai Chengyun's body as if nothing.

There are a total of five people in the box, two of which are ice cubes. Eric Yang expressed his dissatisfaction with the atmosphere.

He yelled with a drink: "It's rare that we have a chance to get together, can you be more excited? I asked you to come out for a while, not to let you play 'Don't talk to strangers' here, OK?"

Bai Chengyun: "Yes."

Meng Peicheng: "Yes."

Wen Zenian smiled, picked up the wine glass, passed Meng Peicheng in the middle, and clinked glasses with Eric Yang: "Don't embarrass the two of them, it's not like you don't know, let them be active, it's better for you to climb Everest."

Li Weiwei covered her lips and smiled, the pearls on her earlobes complemented her exquisite, small yet beautiful face, "When he climbed Mount Everest, he was probably just looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain, and then he went home."

Eric Yang was very tired.

Clutching his dying heart, he rang the service bell.

The manager on duty soon knocked on the door and came in. This box was full of big shots who could make Hucheng shake by stomping their feet, so he had to take good care of them.

"Masters, do you have any orders?" He asked attentively.

Eric Yang raised his thick eyebrows frivolously, and flew over with a winking eye, and the trembling toes on the tea table were shaking with hormones that had nowhere to rest, "It's a manager anyway, wink, we are all here, you should What service do you need me to remind you?"

The manager rolled his eyes and made a clear expression: "Young Master Yang, wait a moment, I'll do it right away."

The manager hurried out the door.

Although Bai Chengyun took a shower and changed his clothes, he still felt an indescribable smell on his body.

As soon as that smell appeared, Su Qingyue's face followed.

He unbuttoned his collar irritably, and his eyes flew towards Eric Yang: "If you dare to mess with that mess, get out."

Eric Yang sighed straightly: "Look at the dissatisfaction of desire. I am doing this for your own good, to relieve the pressure on your body, don't you kindly feed the liver and lungs of the donkey, okay?"

Just as they were talking, the manager went back and forth, leading a bunch of black hair straight in, and lined up in a row.

The manager leaned closer to Eric Yang's ear and whispered: "Young Master Yang, these are all genuine college students from Hucheng University. They come here for a work-study program. Young Master Yang should be gentle."

Eric Yang didn't know that the "work-study program" could still be used in such a place.

But this does not prevent him from admiring beautiful women.

A row of girls, at first glance, reveals both jerky immaturity and seductive charm.The collagen all over the face kills all internet celebrity faces in seconds. It is as moist as a fresh peach, just waiting for someone to pick it.

I have to say that the quality of the Night clubhouse is really getting better every year.

The factors in Eric Yang's body began to agitate, and he patted the manager's shoulder with satisfaction: "I have a good vision, and I will continue to maintain it in the future."

The manager giggled wretchedly: "Then I'll quit first?"

Eric Yang waved his hand and told the manager to go out.

While Eric Yang was looking at the girls, the girls were also secretly looking at the Gods of Wealth whom the manager had asked them to take good care of.

Wen Zenian in casual clothes is "Wen". There is always a warm smile on the corner of his mouth. Even when he sees people of their status, there is no contempt in his eyes, which makes people want to get closer.

Meng Peicheng in a black suit was "Bing". He didn't look at them from the beginning to the end, he just concentrated on sipping the wine in his glass, frowning slightly, as if he was troubled by something.

Eric Yang in a fancy suit is a typical "wave". His flaxen-yellow hair looks more frivolous in the feasting box, but his face is handsome and exciting.

Bai Chengyun in the farthest corner is "cold".

Although his face could not be seen clearly in the dim light, the collar of his shirt was open, revealing a little bit of his collarbone.Under the blurred light, the white color exudes attractive magic for no reason.

There is also the aristocratic aura that only someone who has been in the position for a long time, even if he is indifferent and unapproachable, it is enough to drive these young girls crazy.

The girls couldn't help feeling a little jealous, they poured a glass of water and got up to send it to Li Weiwei who was in front of Bai Chengyun.

"Chengyun, you drank a lot at the reception, drink some hot water to warm your stomach." Li Weiwei said with concern.

Bai Chengyun let out a "hmm", but he didn't take the cup. He only supported his forehead with his arms on the back of the sofa, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Li Weiwei: "Do you have a headache? Shall I ask someone to give you a massage? There is a professional masseur here, and the technique is pretty good."

Su Qingyue's face popped up in Bai Chengyun's mind.

In the past, when he was exhausted from working overtime, Su Qingyue would always volunteer to massage his forehead.

From being clumsy at the beginning to practice makes perfect later on, no matter how painful Bai Chengyun's head hurts, Su Qingyue can relieve him a lot within a few minutes.

Su Qingyue!
Bai Chengyun thought about that heartless person, his eyes sank, and he said to Li Weiwei: "No need."

Li Weiwei smiled, stopped talking, and sat back to her original position.

She is wearing a white slim dress, and the silver thread in the fabric shimmers under the light. As she moves, it seems to be covered with a flowing Milky Way.

The girls opened their eyes wide.

Omg.

This is the goddess of moonlight, right?
Not only do they speak softly and beautifully, but they even walk so gracefully. This is the temperament that they low-level civilians can't cultivate no matter how long they practice and train.

The four men in the private room were already eye-catching and good enough, but this woman didn't become a foil, but became the icing on the cake.

Who wouldn't want to be such a woman?

When several girls were secretly looking at Li Weiwei, Eric Yang glanced around and pointed to a girl with a slightly round face but full of spirit eyes, "You, go and serve that master. If you can let me tonight Let him smile, and I will reward you with one hundred thousand."

When the girl heard the amount, her eyes widened a little.

Among the people who come here, who is from a good family?One hundred thousand is not a small amount to them.

The few people around looked at the round-faced girl with jealousy and envy.

The round-faced girl's face was flushed, she moved closer, bit her lips lightly, and said, "H-Hello, my name is Yue'er. Do you drink?"

Her mouth is a bit stupid, but the foreman said, maybe it was because of her stupid mouth that someone unexpectedly liked her.

These rich people, don't they just like this kind of honest and unadorned jade, which they carve into exquisite products by themselves?
Eric Yang put on a lot of makeup in the flowers, and it's been a long time since I saw such a pure and natural makeup.

But is this girl's name serious?

Eric Yang burst out laughing, and said with a raised voice, "You said your name is Yueer? Which Yueer?"