In the dim bar, the music was deafening, and the dance floor was filled with a dance of mystery.
After drinking the last drink in the cup, Pei Jiao plucked up the courage and walked towards the man she had been observing for a long time.
The day after tomorrow, I will marry the cold home, the man who has been burned out of recognition, whose legs are crippled, and can not do anything else.
She was only eighteen years old, and her beautiful youth was just shining, but it would soon be destroyed in the tomb of a nominal marriage.
She was not willing, but she had nothing to do.
So, she made a bold decision.
Before marriage, find a man to spend the night together, so as not to marry into a cold home and become an old and dead virgin.
She brought all the money she saved from her odd job.
Ten thousand pieces!
She usually can't bear to eat and can't bear to wear it, but now she wants to spend it on a man who has been whoring.
But she saw the goal.
It's absolutely the best of the best.
Feminine and delicate, more beautiful than women's evil evil officials, a body of black pants, all over the body and under the breath of cold breath, sitting there, eyes and outstanding, but because of cold temperament, no woman dare to pick up accosted.
Pei Jiao had the courage to stand before the man after drinking several glasses of wine.
"I am going to prostitute you tonight, if you like, I will pay you ten thousand yuan!" Pei Jiao pointed to the man's cold face and said with a hiccup.
In his hands, the cold Zi Chen, who was playing the wedding ring, slowly raised his head, as deep as the eyes of the sea. After the cold and cold eyed Pei Jiao, the liquid in the cup on the table was drained. "Ten thousand?" Just when Pei Jiao thought that the man would not pay attention to her, he suddenly opened his mouth.
The voice of low and hoarse, with the magnetism of the puzzled.
Pei Jiao bowed his head, his little red face, and laughed at his lips. Or do you give me a discount? "
Leng Zichen's face became colder and colder, and her dark eyes overflowed.
Pei Jiao trembled as if he had entered the ice house.
"Do not sell!" The cold son Chen rises, does not see again is waiting for his answer of Pei Jiao, one eye, turns round to leave.
Pei Jiao hurried to catch up and shouted behind the cold son's buttocks. "Well, no discount, I'll give you ten thousand! Hey, you'll come back to me! "
In her speech, a beautiful yellow Ferrari sports car whipped past her.
"KAO, no wonder it's not sold. The cowherd can afford Ferrari."
Pei Jiao roars on his back.