The male god pretends to be deep, 100 misses

Chapter 422 437 Your eyes, I remember (7)

"Miss, what are you doing? Don't sing, listen to music and enjoy food where you should be. Are you playing peek-a-boo around our club?"

Although the waiter looked polite, he also spoke in a way. He used hide-and-seek to describe the situation at this moment, and Song Manxi was a little confused as to how to explain.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look into their sharp eyes. Even though she knew that such an approach was timid, no matter whether it was because she didn't want people to see her emotions, or she wanted to find a way to find a comfortable posture for herself, it was all right. very good.

But the waiter didn't give her the chance to clear her mind.

"Miss, your silence will make us subconsciously classify you as a criminal who plots evil. Why don't you come with us?"

The waiter next to him wearing a gold wire frame also said: "Please rest assured, our club adheres to the principle of customer first, if it is finally found that you have not committed any illegal acts, we will naturally send you back, and I will also apologize to you, and we will be responsible for all your losses."

Song Manxi tightened the handbag in her hand, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

It's just that the way she stared at the floor has changed slightly.

The waiters also waited patiently for a long time. After about 5 minutes, Song Manxi still remained silent.

They also started to get a little restless.

"Miss, if you don't cooperate, then we will request related..."

It's just that Song Manxi interrupted him before he finished speaking.

Her tone was calm and peaceful: "Aren't you going to go? Let's go, I'll go with you, I want to see what you can find out from me."

Enough!

The guests who have always come here are not from famous families, young talents, and famous celebrities.

So they have seen people who speak with confidence, act vigorously, and are fearless.

It's just that many people know that the behind-the-scenes boss of this club has a good background, and those who want to talk about things here will be afraid. This is the first time they have seen such a person who has the guts to risk his life.

But since even the parties have said so, they naturally have no objection.

"Then, miss, this way please."

Song Manxi took a deep breath, suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and walked forward with gentle steps.

Because in the private room of this club, apart from the waiters serving wine and food, very few people would wander around in the corridors.

They were all wearing uniforms again, and a rather special person wearing a hat walked among them, looking very eye-catching.

But there are no crowds of onlookers. Everyone is busy with their own affairs.

Song Manxi followed them through the second-floor corridor of a bar, which was more than 50 meters long. She looked down from the top, except for the stage in the center of the bar, there were crazy dancing, singing and shouting people on both sides of the stage. Compared with the private room inside, it is a world of difference.

Song Manxi withdrew her gaze from being dazzled by the colorful lights, and was planning how to escape all the way.

These people just surrounded her back and forth, and they didn't seem to want to tie her up with rope or other things, which gave her a chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)