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Chapter 455 This girl is a bit too honest

Watching beautiful girls dance up close and watching videos through a screen are two completely different experiences.

After all, there is no such strict review mechanism in reality.

In the past, the women in the Gou Bar did not necessarily know how to dance, because most of the guests did not have such elegant spiritual needs. Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, and many other talents are all special services that only wealthy families can enjoy.

There is a special word called food and color, which is not an adjective, but an objective description.

To be precise, it's the sound and smell of wine.

There needs to be beautiful women, wine, musical instruments, and incense. These four things together are the top VIP treatment in the hook-up business.

Now there are no other conditions, only beautiful women dancing, which means eating meat but not garlic, which will inevitably leave some regrets.

But fortunately, Wang Yunxiao didn't want to eat that kind of fine bran, as long as it has meat.

Having a beautiful girl sing and dance beside you is a feeling that a nerd who has never even touched the hand of a female deskmate will never be able to understand.

After the dance, He Lan noticed the extinguished candles on the table. He looked at Mr. He and Wang Yunxiao, whose eyes were still clear and showed no signs of addiction. He was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look up. Even the roots of his neck were red. The toes in his socks were digging into the kang mat, and he lowered his head and said nothing.

When a man and a woman live together in a closed room, each other can feel each other's breathing, and can clearly observe her stretching her body to the most beautiful angle, allowing your heart to beat fast and slow according to the rhythm of her feet.

What man can withstand such temptation?
But it cannot be said that there are no shortcomings...

Mr. He turned to Wang Yunxiao and said: "This one from outside is Wu Laosi, the iron-clad bastard among the Eight Eccentrics in the Capital. This old boy was born in a theater troupe. He has two specialties, one is the long neck above, and the other is Wu Laosi. The neck is very long at the bottom. It hangs with ladies from wealthy families and I don’t know how many hats they wear.”

The voice outside the door was not ashamed at all, and actually admitted it: "Xiao Lanzi, you are also very brave. Looking at him looking like a bad old man, do you think he is useless? He Daxia did the same in Tianmen back then. He is a famous person. When he was famous, even the goblins in the Red Lantern Society had to call him uncle. "

The shortcoming is just like the old man said, this girl is still a young girl, she can't let go of her hands and feet, and her movements are a bit jerky and immature.

You can smell the sweat on the back of her neck and the moist saliva on her lips. Her quivering, soft and fragrant body is constantly approaching you. Every part of her body seems to be inviting you, making you want to have sex. I had the illusion that I could touch her just by stretching out my hand.

It's like braised pork lying on top of white rice, sizzling with oil. Just by smelling its aroma, you know it will melt in your mouth.

"Correct!"

Mr. He snorted coldly: "You've already come here with dysentery, how dare you just hide outside and make sarcastic remarks?"

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people just like this light one, but after one comment, Wang Yunxiao felt that the kind of program that Mr. He watched back then must have a different taste.

Helan heard this and looked at Mr. He suspiciously.

It's a sensual feeling.

It's like when the stir-fry comes out of the pot, there's a little bit of MSG missing.

Wang Yunxiao was about to applaud when he heard a sinister voice coming from outside the door: "Xiao Lanzi, you haven't even learned the basics of what Min Niang was like back then. You don't even want to unbutton your clothes. How despising you are." Our hero He from Yanzimen?"

Is the co-author this tortoise a reverse tortoise?

Wang Yunxiao was in awe.

At this point, Mr. He suddenly came to his senses: "Yu Litou, you have been hanging out with Madam Liu a few years ago. Isn't this child your child?" "Yes!"

The sinister voice outside the door answered on the spot: "You are really sharp-eyed. Isn't this my daughter? Xiaolanzi, you can't be serious. Take off your clothes quickly and let Grandpa He take a look at you." The flower bellyband!”

Mr. He rolled his eyes and said: "You heard it, this old boy used to use this trick to disgust people. His face was thicker than the bottom of the pot. The more people scolded him, the happier he became, so he was nicknamed the Iron Bastard."

He Lan lowered his head and pursed his lips. He raised his hand and started to unbutton his clothes.

Two crystal tears fell from her cheeks and fell onto the kang.

This kind of request is the most vicious humiliation for women in this era. Even the sisters in the brothel may not be able to bear it.

If the guests really want to spend money, it would be fine if you and I are willing to be flirtatious.

The key point is that she still recognizes He Baiyang as her father, so according to the rules, she has to call the old man grandpa...

The so-called Jianghu people play this kind of dirty tricks.

What they are fighting for is face, and what they are fighting for is abjection. They will kill you, ruin your crotch, and disgust you to the point where you can't stand it. He will win.

"Okay!"

Mr. He said helplessly: "Don't embarrass the children anymore with the grudges we old guys have. I came out this time just to meet and talk to you old guys. Thanks to you, Mr. Wu, you were still a figure back then. Now I don’t even dare to enter my house. I’m getting more and more useless as I get older.”

"Yes! The older I get, the less useful I become. I can only be a grandson in front of you!"

Even though he said that, the door outside was still opened little by little.

Standing at the door was an old man on a cane. He had a slender neck and a bald head covered with scabies. He looked three-quarters like a human and seven-quarters like a ghost. He also carried a big iron pot on his back, making him a living turtle prime minister.

The old man glanced at the aggrieved little girl sitting on the kang, and said coldly: "Why hasn't your mother come yet?"

He Lan whispered: "A big customer came to the store, and she was too busy entertaining to get away..."

"What a shame, you really have become a chaste and fierce woman."

The old man spat outside the door and waved his hand: "Go and get some food and drinks. I'll drink a few cups with Brother He, and ask your mother to come over quickly to accompany the guests. Are you doing this stupid business? You've even forgotten all about your own business. Yeah, it’s embarrassing to see her teach you this!”

Helan pouted and ran away.

The old man walked to the kang, looked at Mr. He cautiously, and suddenly grinned and said, "You still believe it."

Mr. He shook his head and said: "Whether I believe it or not, I won't embarrass a junior. I originally wanted to scare her away with a few words, but I didn't expect that this child is still stubborn. She didn't follow her mother in this regard."

"How do you know her mother is not stubborn?"

Wu Laosi chuckled and said: "Since your disciple left, her mother has really been a widow until now, doing serious business, making enough money to raise this little girl up, and she has never met anyone else in these years. Man. You don’t have to believe me about other things, but you still don’t believe it when this comes from my mouth?”

Mr. He's expression changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)