Chapter 11: Be clean, thin, and have a narrow waist

Gradually, he couldn't control himself anymore.

The big palms at the waist got restlessly into the girl's loose sweater.

The sound of the man's heavy breathing in her ears made Ye Xiaonuo's heart beat with fear. She bit her lip, not daring to say anything to stop him.

[Third brother, she is weak and cannot exercise strenuously within a month. 】

The words Song Lekai risked his life before leaving exploded in Fu Sili's ears like fireworks.

He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to pull his hand out.

"roll!"

The veins on Fu Sili's forehead bulged, and Ye Xiaonuo's heart rang with alarm, and her panicked palms groped to get off him.

"Well--"

While moving, she accidentally touched something, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on Ye Xiaonuo's forehead.

She raised her eyes and saw Fu Sili tilting his head back, his face livid, and his Adam's apple sliding rapidly.

Ye Xiaonuo panicked and ran to the bedroom like a 100-meter sprint.

As soon as she entered the bedroom, she leaned against the wooden door and fell to the ground. The sweat on her forehead dripped onto the pure white wool carpet.

downstairs

Fu Sili irritably took off his gold-rimmed glasses and threw them on the dining table.

He really couldn't figure out why he lost control.

perhaps……

Is it because he just started eating meat...the bone-crushing ecstasy of greed?

With this in mind, he took his glasses again and left the restaurant.

Mother Han saw the car silhouette of the big black G leaving upstairs, and a hint of helplessness flashed across her stern face.

She was Ji Rou's person, and Fu Sili liked to follow him behind him and act coquettishly with her.

When he was a child, he was gentle and docile, even reluctant to step on an ant to death.

Whenever Mr. Fu scolded him for being too soft-hearted, he would secretly hide and cry silently out of fear that his wife would be sad.

But now, he has become a moody, cruel, cold and heartless person.

Thinking of this, Mother Han couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

She sighed, turned around and went downstairs.

On the other side, Fu Sili came out of the garden and walked into Hongyou Private Club.

It's still room 801.

"Go and call your girls here."

Fu Sili took off his black coat, leaned on the black sofa, closed his eyes and said, "I want something clean, thin, and with a narrow waist."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The deputy manager of the club smiled apologetically, and was so happy that he almost wagged his tail at the master, Fu Sili.

As long as you serve this man well, his promotion will be just around the corner!

The manager left happily and soon brought a dozen girls.

"Third Master, I brought it."

Fu Sili did not stand up, but tilted his head and glanced at them one by one.

All of them were wearing heavy makeup and were extremely ugly.

"roll!"

The manager was stunned and immediately changed another batch.

It's still the same, no one is pleasing to the eye.

Fu Sili sat up, raised his hand to light the cigar, held it between his fingertips, took a deep breath, and then blew out a beautiful smoke ring.

The smoke filled the air, and his handsome face appeared and disappeared behind the smoke.

"Is this your efficiency?"

Fu Sili's voice was light and no emotion could be heard.

But the deputy manager of the club felt that his throat was unbearably thirsty and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"I will change another batch for Mr. San until you are satisfied."

Fu Sili didn't say a word, just stared at him faintly.

The deputy manager of the club was so nervous that cold sweat broke out from his back, and he couldn't help but secretly regret it.

What did he do to get this job?

He knew Fu Sili's methods.

Someone once touched him accidentally, and Fu Sili had his hand disabled.

At the moment, I have not met his requirements...

The deputy manager of the club became more and more frightened as he thought about it. His calves began to shake uncontrollably and he wanted to run away from here.

When the cigar was burned out, Fu Sili slowly put it out in the ashtray.

Repeatedly and hard.