The further you go in, the clearer the soft moans of mature men and women become.
Before late at night, things started to get agitated, and the private room was filled with an atmosphere of luxury and dissoluteness.
Jiang Yang walked cautiously. She narrowed her eyes and limited her sight to one place. She didn't dare to look randomly for fear of seeing something she shouldn't see.
The low moans of the man and woman came one after another.
Jiangyang hesitated in her heart. Can she really do it in a place like this?
"what is it call?"
A clear male voice sounded in the music in Zaoyu's ears. Jiangyang's eyes followed and stopped on the man's face.
He was sitting at the very back of the private room, with two girls on his left and right in his arms. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.
Jiang Yang narrowed his eyes, the person inside should be Ye Liang.
"Jiang Yang."
The tone of voice was soft and somewhat clear.
Ye Liang slowly raised his eyes, his eyes fell on Jiang Yang, and he felt a little interested.
Seeing the mask on Jiang Yang's face, he frowned in disgust, "The mask is off."
Jiang Yang hesitated briefly, then reached out and took off his mask.
She stood there tenderly and weakly, accepting the eyes that Ye Liang sent over to look at her, with a clear sense of embarrassment in her heart.
Half of the face of the woman in front of her is slightly swollen, but it does not prevent others from admiring her beauty. She has a small face as big as a palm, a pair of peach blossom eyes lowered timidly, a slightly raised nose, and a small mouth pursed nervously. She looks innocent and charming. Man is a good seedling worth cultivating.
It's just that his temperament is too clean, and he doesn't seem like someone who can work here.
"Can you dance?"
Ye Liang withdrew his gaze and sank loosely into the sofa. The female companion on the right offered him a glass of wine in a flattering manner.
"meeting."
"for example?"
Jiang Yang's voice was very soft: "Ballet."
"Ballet?" Ye Liang seemed to have heard some joke, the corners of his lips raised sharply, and his tone was full of ridicule: "Sister, we are a bar, not a preschool."
Preschool education, these words made Jiangyang frown. It was the first time she heard someone commenting on ballet like this, and it was quite insulting.
After hearing this, everyone around them was delighted, "Young Master Ye, don't talk about Sayuri like that."
The tip of Ye Liang's tongue crossed the corner of his lips, Sayuri? This word suits her quite well.
Not stained with silt, not mired in worldliness, clean and pure.
Jiangyang bit her lip and forced herself not to listen to the mocking words from those people's mouths. Suddenly, her voice came out: "I can dance other dances."
"Another dance?" Ye Liang chuckled jokingly, "Can you dance erotically?"
Jiangyang stood directly opposite the air conditioner. The cold wind blew her clothes and pulled her skin. Her fingertips were clasped in her palms, and cold sweat ran down her back. She lowered her eyes, not knowing how to answer.
She can certainly dance that dance. Ye Tushen not only likes to watch her dance ballet, but also likes to watch her dance erotically.
It's one of his bad tastes.
He said he wanted to see Jiang Yang get involved in the world and fall into the trap of convention.
He said his favorite thing is to see people who are cleaning having trouble controlling themselves.
"Can you jump?" Ye Liang's patience has reached the critical point.
Jiangyang clenched her palms again. As long as she got a job at the bar, her father's medical expenses would not be a problem.
"I..." She pressed the tip of her tongue and said the word angrily.
But the voice was half strong, and Ye Liang answered the phone.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
He had a flattering smile on his face, completely lacking the arrogance that had just made things difficult for him, and his voice was mostly weak when he spoke.
With the word "little uncle", the chaotic sounds beside him also disappeared, and in the private room, people were quietly listening to the needles.
After finishing the explanation and hanging up the phone, Ye Liang's face sank. He asked Jiang Yang, "I remember you seem to be from Beicheng University."
Jiang Yang was a little confused, but still said truthfully: "Yes."
"Okay, you passed the interview and your face feels better, then come and work."
Ye Liang didn't embarrass Jiang Yang anymore. Jiang Yang had doubts in his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Ye Liang stood up and walked to her side, and Jiang Yang subconsciously took two steps back.
"Let's go."
"Where to go?" Jiang Yang's voice trembled.
Ye Liang tinkered with the lighter in his hand and said in a low mood: "Take me to your school."
