In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

There are three girls in this room, they are all dressed up charmingly, the key is that each of them has a different style.

Some look mature and enchanting, and their bodies are like ripe peaches, as if they will ooze water with a light touch;

Some look petite and immature, but have staggering sizes, which are typical childlike big breasts.

There is also a senior face with a cold and world-weary face, a slender figure of about 1.8 meters, and a perfect body proportion.

Zhang Yi has some impressions of her, she seems to be a very famous model with more than 500 million fans online.

The moment he saw them, Zhang Yi's original impulse as a man was aroused.

He couldn't help sighing: "The toys of rich people are high-end, and they are very professional!"

He walked towards the room with a gun, and the three girls huddled together in fear in the corner.

Some are sad, some are pitiful, and some look disgusted.

The combination of such complex emotions makes it easier for men to get excited.

"As expected of a professional! Just one movement and eyes can move people's hearts."

If it were an ordinary LSP, I'm afraid I couldn't restrain myself at this time.

But the person who came was Zhang Yi, so the result would be slightly different.

He glanced at the three of them, "Are you Kun?"

When the three girls heard this address, their expressions instantly became ugly.

"How can you be innocent for no reason? We are not Kun, we are guests here, and we are here to be guests!"

Zhang Yi glanced at their bodies, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

"Which family makes guests dress like this? Could it be the traditional culture of the family?"

This sentence was sarcasm, and the three girls stretched out their hands in embarrassment to cover it up.

But they were exposed too much, and they couldn't cover them with their hands. Zhang Yi looked at them and wanted to help them.

Zhang Yi pulled a chair from the side and sat opposite the three of them, the gun in his hand shaking slightly.

"Tell me, where are you all from?"

Although these three women are beautiful and have very hot bodies, if you guessed correctly, they are senior female technicians who are skilled and proficient in various fancy styles.

But Zhang Yi still has a cleanliness addiction, and he doesn't like to be friends with others.

If they have no other skills, Zhang Yi will drive them out.

After all, there were never idlers in his family.

That's right, this shelter, which cost 10 billion US dollars, belongs to Zhang Yi from now on.

When the three women saw the gun in Zhang Yi's hand, they were too afraid to resist.

But the tall girl with a high-class face said stubbornly: "I'm not Kun!"

"It's not Kun, so what are you?"

The girl proudly said: "She is a celebrity!"

"Lady?"

Zhang Yi nodded.

"Oh, that's Kun!"

A celebrity in Tianhai City is equivalent to a high-ranking Kun, and Zhang Yi, as a local, is still very clear about this.

The girl with a senior face stomped her feet angrily: "I'm not! I have a master's degree from Tianhai University, an English major of CET-[-], and a national ballet level of C-[-]!"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Oh. Is that Kun?"

Several girls were filled with grief and indignation. The mature and sexy girl took a deep breath and said, "You're prejudice against us."

"The men we come into contact with are the upper class in this society. We just improve our own level through contact with them."

"Don't compare us with those kuns. You know, if you want to integrate into the upper class, you need more than a beautiful face and figure."

"We also need to have a high level of knowledge and rich content."

Zhang Yi clapped his hands when he heard the words, "Do not poke the needle! Then, does your way of contacting men in the upper class include that kind of plural movement with negative distance?"

Several girls glanced at each other, and the mature and caressing girl argued: "This kind of thing will happen. But we are not Kun, we have a choice. Only when we feel that the other party is qualified, we will do it." There will be some intimate encounters along the way that will be very enjoyable."

The senior-faced girl also said, "My body is up to me. What's the age now, if you still talk about it, it's a bit discriminatory against women!"

The cute girl also said angrily: "Don't be prejudiced against us!"

Zhang Yi smiled.

"Oh, so you are still Kun!"

The three girls shouted in unison: "We are not!"

Zhang Yichong waved his hands at them: "What's the matter! These days, it's not shameful to make money. And you can enter Wang Siming's house, it seems that you are also the best in the world."

"If the social atmosphere doesn't allow it, an award should be given to you."

This time, the petite and cute girl couldn't stand it anymore.

She stared at Zhang Yi and said angrily: "Do you know how hard we socialite girls work? I have won the National Piano Competition and I can play "Flight of the Bumblebee". Have you ever heard of this piece?" ?”

The title of "Flight of the Bumblebee" made Zhang Yi raise his eyebrows.

Of course he knows this piece, because he once had a favorite movie called "Sea Pianist".

The climax of the clip is when the protagonist plays "Flight of the Bumblebee".

When Zhang Yi heard this piano piece for the first time, he was also dumbfounded. He couldn't imagine that a pianist's hand speed could reach such a level.

He looked at the cute girl in front of him in surprise, "You really know how to play?"

The cute girl raised her chin proudly: "Of course! I play it really well!"

The girl with a senior face next to her also said, "I will too!"

Zhang Yi smiled.

A pianist who can play "Flight of the Bumble Bee" proficiently must have at least a professional eighth level.

The highest rating for pianos is grade nine.

In other words, the two young and beautiful girls in front of Zhang Yi are rare excellent pianists in the country.

And such a girl also came to be Kun.

"It's really an era when people laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes. Thinking about it this way, it's good that the end of the world has come. At least everyone is fair when facing death."

Zhang Yi has nothing to say, they come to "perform" once, at least they can get hundreds of thousands or even millions of red envelopes.

Faced with this kind of temptation, most of the goddesses in the eyes of ordinary people cannot resist.

When Zhang Yi looked at these beautiful girls again, the fire in his eyes had subsided a lot.

He raised his gun and pointed it at the three girls.

"Turn around and lie on the wall!"

When the three girls heard this, a smile flashed in their eyes.

You stinky man, you've been bullying us for a long time, didn't you just want to do that in the end?

The three of them pretended to be scared, then turned around and leaned against the wall, their three well-shaped buttocks sticking out high.

You can tell at a glance that the work is very skillful.

Zhang Yi took out a few bundles of rope and some cable ties from the different space, walked over, and tied them up tightly one by one.

It is also a professional tortoise shell binding.

At first, the girls thought that Zhang Yi wanted to play with bondage, but later found that Zhang Yi's bondage was getting tighter and tighter.

After tying them up, Zhang Yi threw them in the pet room, closed the door and left.

It's not time to relax completely yet, and Zhang Yi is not the kind of man with sperm on his head.

He will continue to investigate the house to see if there is any danger.