Rainy night.
Qiao Ying rushed to the club in the rain, put down her piano bag, and quickly took out a paper towel to wipe the water stains on it.
"Xiaoying, are you soaked all over? I still have a set of clothes, so you can put them on first."
Qiao Ying raised her face, her light brown eyes were particularly clear, and her long wet hair stuck to her sides.
She slightly bent her eyes and said, [Sister Qing, thank you. 】
Taking the clothes, Qiao Ying quickly walked into the dressing room and changed out of the frost-colored cheongsam.
Looking at myself in the full-length mirror, my long, brocade-like hair is hanging down my shoulders, my face is white and clear, and I have an indescribable sense of grace and beauty.
Qiao Ying pursed her lips. She had never worn this style before, and she pulled up the skirt of the cheongsam cautiously.
However, she had nothing to find fault with.
As soon as she walked out, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and before she could react, she was dragged forward.
Qiao Ying couldn't speak, and she didn't have enough strength to free her wrist.
His face turned red with anxiety, and his almond-shaped eyes became wet.
"I'm not talking about you, you're too busy. Do you know that everyone is waiting for you, which has wasted the boss's time, and all the work this month has been in vain."
The woman acted in a fickle manner, and when she dragged Qiao Ying into the team, she turned around and realized that she had admitted the wrong person.
A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she looked Qiao Ying up and down.
As beautiful as a fairy.
"Aren't you Xiaoya?"
Qiao Ying's eyes turned rosy, and she hurriedly started signing, thinking that she probably couldn't understand mute language. She was about to take out her mobile phone, but suddenly realized that she didn't have her mobile phone with her.
She frowned and opened her pink lips, trying to tell her with her mouth.
[I still have something important to do, so I’ll leave first. 】
The woman couldn't read the lips, but knew she was leaving and stopped her immediately.
"Just stand at the end and gather the number of people to help. I won't let them embarrass you."
Qiao Ying bit her lip and was embarrassed in every possible way, but was finally forced to line up and follow in.
She walked at the end of the line, her head lowered, trying her best to reduce her presence.
Women with clearly marked prices are like items for these people to choose from.
Such a sense of shame made Qiao Ying very embarrassed.
She walked at the end of the line, her head lowered, trying her best to reduce her presence.
The spotlight shone on them, and a middle-aged man's voice sounded frivolously.
"The one at the back has a slim waist and holds his head up."
Qiao Ying's heartstrings trembled and she clenched her fingers unconsciously.
The woman came forward to explain, "Mr. Li, this is my biological sister. She came here to play. She is still young and not sensible."
"Then we are very good at playing. Little sister, come here and your brothers will play with you. I guarantee you will like it."
The middle-aged man's eyes were venomous. Looking at Qiao Ying's exquisite figure, there was no need to guess that she was a beauty.
Qiao Ying faced the man's lewd gaze and was completely panicked. She couldn't care about anything else, turned around and ran out.
The box door opened.
A tall, cold and dignified man walked in.
Qiao Ying suddenly ran into his arms, her pupils shrank suddenly, her thick and slender eyelashes trembled, she bit her lips to hold back her tears.
The man caught up and saw this scene, "Mr. Yu...are you here? My girl disobeyed and bumped into you, I hope you can forgive me."
Yu Chengjin's big hot hands pinched the woman's waist forcefully and domineeringly, he raised his eyelids lightly, his voice was sinister and cold.
"your?"
The man stuttered.
"Misunderstanding..."
Yu Chengjin looked away, clasping her chin with one hand, his dark eyes filled with gloom before the storm, and he curled his lips into a smile.
"Are you so wild in private?"
He lightly glanced at her snow-white thighs, then slowly rubbed and penetrated them in full view of everyone.
Qiao Ying shook her head quickly, her face as pale as frost, her beautiful eyebrows knitted into a ball, and she desperately held down the offending hand.
The warm breath was close to her earlobe, and she almost gritted her teeth.
"Qiao Ying, you are really good. Want to play here? Okay, I'll play with you."
