The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Zhou Yian smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

The man was quite generous and didn't argue with her. If she didn't want to drink, he would drink by himself. If she didn't want to chat, he would just talk to himself.

The topic at the beginning was quite serious, but later the man kept deliberately talking about gender issues.

"The little girl is so pretty, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Boss Gao, can I refuse to answer this question?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I started talking nonsense after drinking two cups of horse urine. I was rude. I'll drink a cup as punishment." The man smiled and poured himself a full glass of wine, which he drank in one gulp to show his sincerity.

The atmosphere was so polite that Zhou Yian felt awkward, as if she was the one who came to consume.

"Mr. Gao, what do you need me to sing? I can sing now."

"It doesn't matter. Just sing whatever you like. I just like listening to it."

Seeing that he was declining, Zhou Yian selected a few classic pop songs that suited his era. Her voice was loud and clear, her timbre was great, and her singing was no worse than that of a professional.

The man was drinking by himself, looking at Zhou Yian with a dazed look. Suddenly he put down the glass in his hand, stood up and walked to sit beside her.

“Come on, let’s change the song and sing a duet to liven up the atmosphere.” As he said this, he took the initiative to cut off the song that Zhou Yian was singing, and then picked up a classic folk love song "The Love of the Boatman".

Zhou Yian didn't like this song, but he had to sing it anyway because the sponsor was the money.

The man drank a lot of wine and his face was flushed. Under the influence of alcohol, he was extremely excited and his breathing was heavy, with a sound of grunting.

As he sang, he slowly moved his butt over and naturally put his hands on Zhou Yian's shoulders. His face was flushed and his eyes were shining red, and even the way he looked at Zhou Yian became ambiguous.

Zhou Yian calmly moved aside, broke free from his hand on his shoulder, stood up and stood aside, his silent resistance suggesting that his actions had crossed the line.

After finally finishing a song, he enthusiastically ordered another one.

"Hey, the sound quality of my microphone doesn't seem to be as good as yours. Can you change it for me?" He took the microphone and clapped it with his palm to test the sound effect, then raised the microphone and handed it to Zhou Yian.

Zhou Yian took the microphone, found a spare microphone in the cabinet and handed it to him. He took the opportunity to stretch out his hands and hold her hands tightly, rubbing his thumbs on the back of her hands intentionally or unintentionally, which scared Zhou Yian so much that he quickly pulled his hand out.

Seeing this, the man simply stopped pretending and sat down next to Zhou Yian with a glass of wine. His fat body pushed Zhou Yian to the corner of the chair, "Little sister, would you like a sip?" The wrinkles on his face were clearly visible.

"I'm sorry, I just said that I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Oh, look at my memory. I forgot what you just said."

The man suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What do you think of me?"

Zhou Yian replied in confusion: "Very good."

"Then do you want to follow me in the future? I am quite satisfied with you."

Zhou Yian was stunned and asked in surprise: "Follow you? What do you mean?"

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Do you really not understand or are you pretending to be confused? Didn't the person who brought you here tell you what's going on?"

The hidden meaning was so obvious that Zhou Yian's eyes suddenly became panicked. "The foreman told me that you like to listen to people singing specially for you, so I came here."

"Hahaha, you're not so naive as to think that someone would spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy you a night just to listen to your singing." The man's face suddenly approached, and the wrinkles and pores on his face were clearly visible, and tiny blackheads and acne could be seen, which were greasy and disgusting. Zhou Yian was so scared that he quickly turned his face away, straightened his waist and leaned back to avoid him.

After saying this, he leaned back in his chair, striking a posture that he thought was elegant. His fat belly under his clothes that were too tight rose and fell with his heavy breathing, looking wretched no matter how you looked at him.

"As long as you are willing to follow me in the future, I will buy you whatever you want, including brand-name bags, jewelry, and luxury cars. Don't even mention 50,000, even 500,000 or 5 million. I can give it to you."

"Of course, you don't have to follow me. I've already paid for tonight. At least you have to serve me tonight." After saying this, he raised his eyebrows at Zhou Yian in a self-righteous manner.

Seeing how calmly he could say such shameless and disgusting words, Zhou Yian felt nauseous. He didn't want to waste time talking to him and quickly stood up and wanted to leave.

She walked to the door and turned the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open. She panicked and grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled hard, but the door didn't budge. Then she realized that the door had been locked from the outside at some point.

"It's really worth the money tonight. The women I played with before were all willing. Maybe tonight I'm going to have something more exciting."

Seeing that Zhou Yian couldn't get out, the man looked even more leisurely and determined. He slowly took off his upper body clothes, revealing his sagging skin and bulging belly, which looked both wretched and disgusting.

Then he touched his trouser pocket and took out a row of unknown capsules. He picked out several capsules and placed them on his palm, then swallowed them with the wine.

After drinking it, he picked up the row of medicines again, picked out two capsules at random, squeezed out the powder inside slowly and added them to the wine glass. The white powder floated on the wine glass. He stirred it with his fingers, then put his fingers in his mouth in a very disgusting way, and then held them in his mouth and sucked on them, making a very exaggerated smacking sound.

"Come, I'll let you have a drink to cheer you up. It will definitely make you feel good." The man laughed excitedly as if he had succeeded.

Zhou Yian was so frightened by the scene that she broke out in a cold sweat, but she still didn't give up the idea of ​​opening the door. She panicked and shouted for help, and even more frantically slammed the door, trying to attract the attention of the person outside.

The man put the wine on the table, walked over slowly and dragged Zhou Yian with brute force, "Come on, baby, stop struggling, I will let you know what it means to be in ecstasy."

"Ah, don't come over here, don't come over here," Zhou Yian screamed and struggled with all her might, but the strength disparity between men and women was too great. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the man's grasp and was soon dragged from the door to the middle of the box.

When the man let go of her hand and tried to feed her the wine, she pushed him hard, causing him to fall to the ground. She took the opportunity to break free from his clutches and ran to the side of the table. Her clothes and hair were a little messy because of the pulling just now. She gasped and looked at him vigilantly.

"Oh, baby, don't go." The man climbed up with great effort, gasping for breath and trying to grab her. The two of them sat around the table playing "Eagle Catches Chicken", chasing each other.

In a room of the club, even the lights were not on. There was a computer with a lit screen and a man and a woman. The computer screen showed surveillance footage, and the surveillance location happened to be the box where Zhou Yian was.

The man lazily sat on the chair with his legs crossed, one hand on his chin and the other on his chest. The woman stood respectfully behind the man, both of them staring at the surveillance screen. The light from the screen in the dim room hit the man's face, which looked very strange.

"Boss, isn't this too much? What if we get into trouble?" The woman felt worried as she looked at the helpless Zhou Yian on the screen, as well as the man who had taken unknown drugs and was acting like an animal.

The man did not answer directly. He stared at the screen intently, expressionless and cold, and said, "This old man is carrying aphrodisiac drugs. He took so much that he was not afraid of bursting a blood vessel and killing himself."