To You, My Beloved

But it was strange that the man obviously took the initiative to cover Gu Qingcheng with a blanket and warmed the milk. Why did he let her replace him, saying that he did it himself?

I really don't understand...No matter what, if you collect the money, she will do the business, and it has nothing to do with her.

Xiao Lin thought, shook her head, locked the cabinet, and walked out of the lounge.

Gu Qingcheng finished her milk, tidyed up her clothes, and went out to play the piano.

The business in the Suyuan Clubhouse tonight is exceptionally good. All the boxes are almost full. Someone may be playing cards. The cheers are a little loud. The sound is constantly coming from the boxes, almost overshadowing the beautiful music played by Gu Qingcheng. .

At eight o'clock, from the "Rose" box, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out. He drank some wine and walked, all shaking.

He circled the hall, then walked up to the piano Gu Qingcheng was playing, stared at Gu Qingcheng for a while, then circled the piano, and finally stood beside Gu Qingcheng. , Stared at Gu Qingcheng's face for a few minutes, then nodded in satisfaction, then moved forward and asked, "Your name is Gu Qingcheng?"

Although this is Gu Qingcheng's first time in the service industry, she still has a good sense of self-cultivation while playing the piano, and smiling at the man who strikes up with her, nodding her head with a "um" sound.

The middle-aged man burped alcohol and put his hand on Gu Qingcheng's shoulder.

Gu Qingcheng's fingers on the piano paused, and the smooth and beautiful music was interrupted.

"Why don't you play anymore? Keep playing, it sounds good." The middle-aged man said.

Gu Qingcheng silently tilted her body, avoided the man's hand, did not look at him, and continued to play the piano.

The middle-aged man stood by and listened for a while, stretched out his hand and pressed a piano key, mixing Gu Qingcheng's piano sound.

"I followed your way. Why does the sound of the press sound better than you press it?" The middle-aged man said, stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Qingcheng's hand: "You teach me? "

Gu Qingcheng quickly withdrew his hand, the middle-aged man curled his lips, smiled softly, and leaned to Gu Qingcheng's ear: "Just ask, how much do you cost a night?"

The insult in the middle-aged man's words was particularly obvious. Gu Qingcheng's complexion instantly turned red. She suddenly stood up, stared at the man, and reprimanded her in a harsh tone: "Sir, please respect yourself."

"You don't have to pretend to be high-minded, I've heard that you are a high-end prostitute, the price is 5,000 a night." The middle-aged man looked up and down Gu Qingcheng, as if he was very satisfied. Nodded, and continued to speak: "It looks really good, with thin skin and tender flesh, so let me go with me tonight, I will double it for you, ten thousand, what do you think..."

Before the middle-aged man had finished speaking, Gu Qingcheng raised his hand and slapped his face severely.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect that Gu Qingcheng would suddenly start beating someone. The others were stunned for a while before speaking, and cursed: "Smelly-bitch-bitch!"

Gu Qingcheng was angry and angry, and her face flushed. She didn't even think about it. She grabbed the score on the piano and slammed it on the man's head.