How Should I Choose?

Wen Qing wiped the wine from his lips, and the spicy stimulation made him hold back the urge to vomit.

Seeing Wu Yun staring at her fiercely, Wen Qing felt a little embarrassed!

Since there was still another table to toast to, Mingyang and the others prepared to leave after talking to Li Sen.

Ming Zhonghe drank a glass of wine without driving. After talking to Mingyang, he was going to go back to his office to relax for a while.

Sun Maoxin said goodbye directly.

Ma Rong looked at the other beauties performing on the stage with a little reluctance.

Upon seeing this, Mingyang said, "If you like it, just ask for WeChat and have a good chat in the evening!"

"Fuck, let's forget it. If Siyu finds out, I'll be useless!"

"Okay, I'm leaving first, call if you need something!"

After Mingyang finished speaking, he took Wen Qing and walked outside.

While walking, Mingyang thought about where in the city there could be a place where Wen Qing could show off her dancing skills.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't know where to go, so he turned his head and asked Wen Qing.

"Is there a place in the city where you can show off pole dancing?"

"Why don't you go to my dance studio? There's no one there!"

Mingyang nodded, of course no one is the best.

The two left the building and walked to Rafa's car.

Mingyang slapped his head. He had just drank a glass of Maotai, and now he was driving under the influence, even though the car was not inspected during the day.

But you can't break the law. If you take any chances, you will definitely suffer!

"We're all drunk, this car can't be driven!"

"Let's walk there, the dance studio is not far from here!"

"Then let's go."

After Mingyang finished speaking, he took the initiative to hold Wen Qing's hand.

Wen Qing didn't resist.

Feeling the smoothness in his hands, Mingyang secretly increased his strength.

Mingyang could clearly feel Wen Qing's reaction.

The look in her brows and her quickened breathing all told Wen Qing's mood at this time.

Wen Qing didn't lie. The dance studio was indeed very close to here. It only took three minutes to walk to the place.

After entering the room, Mingyang said to Wen Qing: "Take me to see the steel pipe!"

"What's the rush? I'll lock the door first!"

After saying that, he licked his sexy lips.

After Wen Qing closed the door, she seemed to be a different person. Not only did her actions become bolder, but her language became more provocative.

He dragged Mingyang and walked inside.

After entering the studio, Mingyang took a look at the huge dancing mirror, and the two people in the mirror were clearly visible.

This made Mingyang a little excited.

Wen Qing took out a yoga mat from somewhere and threw it on the ground.

"Hurry up and start the show, I can't wait!"

"Oh, why are you in a hurry? I'll get ready first!"

"What are you getting ready for? Just wear this bridesmaid dress and change it later!"

At this time, Wen Qing still remembered what Mingyang said about black silk.

Of course pole dancing requires black stockings, and when paired with a leather jacket and skirt, it looks so high that even the old perverts have to hold on to the wall!

Wen Qing walked to the stereo and played loud music, and Mingyang also started shaking his head.

Wen Qing, who was in the mood, walked to the steel pipe and sat down, lowering her head and tossing her hair. Mingyang looked carefully and could even smell the pleasant fragrance of shampoo.

As the music progressed, Wen Qing also began to do difficult moves. Because wearing a skirt, spring always appeared, which made Mingyang so beautiful.

The music and Wen Qing's dance moves weren't over yet. Ming Yang, who couldn't stand it, couldn't wait to join in and dance with Wen Qing.

Wen Qing half-assed it.

Wen Qing looked a little shy at herself in the mirror, adjusting her seductive posture from time to time.

Looking at the skin on the other person's upper body, Ming Yang didn't recognize what it was, but Ming Yang could recognize the tattoo on Bigu.

There are actually Chinese characters tattooed on it.

The left side means use, and the right side means force. If you read them together, you will know what they are about!

Mingyang had already been mentally prepared. Since the other party had tattooed his thoughts, Mingyang was no longer polite.

.............

After about fifty minutes, Mingyang stopped dancing with Wen Qing.

Wen Qing looked at Mingyang with a gentle expression.

The two of them did not communicate in language for more than ten sentences. Wen Qing spent most of the time talking, but they only spoke monosyllabic Chinese characters.

Mingyang lit a flower, lay on the yoga mat and started smoking.

There is no way, dancing is too exhausting!

The bright sun is not a perpetual motion machine, so it naturally needs rest.

"Is there anything you want?"

Mingyang blew out a smoke ring and said casually.

Wen Qing's expression flashed, as if he was hesitating whether to reveal his purpose.

Seeing Mingyang staring at her, Wen Qing gritted her teeth and said as if she was risking her life: "I need money!"

"Oh? How much?"

Mingyang was quite satisfied with Wen Qing's directness.

If he was a virgin, Mingyang would definitely not agree to such excessive demands as marriage. After all, who would marry a woman with tattoos of Chinese characters?

Wen Qing seems to be a woman with a story, but Mingyang is not interested in listening!

"Tell me the number!"

"200,000!"

Mingyang thought the other party would be a lion, but he didn't expect it was only 200,000.

200,000 is actually nothing to Mingyang, but for some people whose monthly salary is only two to three thousand, it may take them seven or eight years to earn it.

But for Mingyang, it's just a drop in the bucket!

Seeing that Mingyang didn't hesitate, Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Open your mouth and tell Mingyang a story.

Mingyang interrupted Wen Qing impatiently.

Wen Qing was a little frustrated, but she still told Mingyang her Zhifubao account number.

A few minutes later, the sound of 200,000 arriving was heard.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Mingyang didn't think it was anything, just spent 200,000 to watch a dance, but when he thought about what happened just now, hot clips still flashed in his mind, it was really worth the money!

In fact, Wen Qing had a reason for asking for money. The dance studio she opened was a bit unable to make ends meet. She borrowed money to open the studio, but due to the epidemic, the business was not very good. Coupled with the expectations of the loan, Wen Qing was desperate. I can only think of this method.

But Wen Qing was lucky. It was the first time she did this kind of thing and she met a rich husband like Mingyang!

Mingyang put on her clothes, stood up, and walked out.

Wen Qing did not stand up. She had consumed all her energy by dancing just now.

"Can I see you again!"

Mingyang walked out without stopping, and when he was about to go out, he said, "See you soon!"

After saying that, he opened the door and walked out without any hesitation.

Seeing Mingyang walking out, Wen Qing endured the discomfort and quickly put her bridesmaid dress back on to avoid someone suddenly coming in and disappearing.

"Why."

Wen Qing sighed, she had no choice, otherwise she wouldn't have taken this path!