Seeing Song Jinnan sitting on the main seat with his long legs crossed, Qiao Wan immediately realized that he had been deceived by Ying Huai.
He is obviously a big boss in the business world and has nothing to do with "politics" at all.
Her alternative clothing with heavy make-up can only fool unfamiliar people. It is indeed difficult to deceive Song Jinnan, but she still pretends not to know him.
Her current identity is the singing princess in the private room. The moment her eyes met with Song Jinnan's, she was quite calm and asked, "What kind of songs does the boss like?"
"Boss?" Song Jinnan held a cigarette in his hand and smiled lightly, "Miss Lisa, listen up, my surname is Song."
It sounded harsh to her, but as long as Song Jinnan didn't expose him, she continued to pretend not to know him.
"Call Mr. Song quickly." Someone shouted behind her.
Her exaggeratedly long eyelashes suddenly flashed as she faced Song Jinnan, and she called out "Mr. Song" playfully.
"Miss Lisa looks familiar, it seems-" Song Jinnan smoked slowly and deliberately paused, "an acquaintance."
Qiao Wan's heart suddenly rose to her throat.
After all, she is also a TV anchor. If word spreads about singing with her in a private room at night, her future will be ruined.
Since Song Jinnan was the one to be fawned over tonight, then she would just block Song Jinnan's mouth!
She smiled brightly and took the initiative to approach Song Jinnan.
There was a discerning person on the left side of Song Jinnan, who hurriedly gave up his seat for her.
When they sat down, Song Jinnan had just finished smoking the cigarette in his hand and glanced at her lukewarmly, "Miss Lisa doesn't have any sense of propriety. Do you know me very well?"
"Mr. Song and I hit it off instantly, and there was an indescribable intimacy." She explained against her conscience.
"It's such an honor for Mr. Song." Song Jinnan chuckled, his fox eyes full of ridicule, "I'm sorry, I'm allergic to Miss Lisa's perfume, please stay away from me."
Qiao Wan had the feeling of having a hot face pressed against a cold butt, so she had no choice but to stand up and put some distance between herself and Song Jinnan.
The people in the private room were all old foxes. When they saw Qiao Wan falling into Song Jinnan's eyes, they couldn't help but treat Qiao Wan a little more playfully and unscrupulously.
In business, the winner is king, and the weak can only rely on the strong. There are also rules in the club that everyone knows well.
The most beautiful and charming women are naturally reserved for the men with the highest status.
The so-called status depends on wealth and power.
Qiao Wan was rejected by Song Jinnan, which meant that she was not interested in Song Jinnan, and the men in the private room could joke with her and have an affair.
Mr. Li once again wanted to take advantage of her. He stretched out his hand and pulled Qiao Wan to his side with a lewd smile. "Mr. Song is a little flirty tonight. I'm here to pamper beautiful Lisa."
"Lao Li, you married a young model in her twenties last year, and you still have two vixen-like female secretaries in the company. It would be unethical to snatch Miss Lisa from us at night!"
The man who had just given up his seat for Qiao Wan ripped off Mr. Li's hand and pushed her onto his lap.
The man had long been dazzled by Qiao Wan's charming face. He didn't care about the looks of other people in the private room. He said anxiously, "I'm going to book you tonight. Let's negotiate a price."
Qiao Wan had already had the idea of escaping from the private room at this time, and she tried twice but failed to break free from the man's arms.
"No matter how much it is, I will pay double." Another man with ill intentions followed.
At this time, Song Jinnan was sitting opposite Qiao Wan, expressionlessly lighting up another cigarette.
In the smoke, he saw the helplessness and anxiety hidden in Qiao Wan's eyes.
Qiao Wan just wanted to escape quickly, and said with a fake smile, "Thank you for your support. I feel a little uncomfortable. I'll go to the bathroom first."
"There is a private bathroom in the private room. I will take Miss Lisa there." The man who held her on his lap took her hand and led her to the southeast corner of the private room.
Qiao Wan hurriedly shook off the man's arm and went to pick up her handbag.
The moment she took the bag, she glanced at Song Jinnan. Song Jinnan was smoking slowly and looked terrifyingly calm.
There is a cave behind the screen in the private room. There is not only a huge leather sofa, but also a sink and a simple shower room.
In order to get rid of the man following him, Qiao Wan sprinted a hundred meters to open the bathroom and locked the door.
"Lisa, everyone is waiting to hear you sing, don't be inked for too long." The man's malicious laughter came through the door.
Qiao Wan inside was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
She unscrewed the half-meter-wide window above the toilet, found a small key in the card slot, unlocked the diamond net above, and climbed up.
Directly below the window is the night-lit back door, where cleaning and tea aunties occasionally come and go.
Because the first floor was designed and built according to the performance hall, although Qiao Wan was standing on the second floor, she was eight or nine meters away from the ground.
She thought of the girl who jumped from the second floor and broke two ribs, and her heart suddenly went cold.
After looking through the phone's address book, her best friend Jiang Zao was still on a business trip in the capital and couldn't help her at all!
She would not consider calling the police unless absolutely necessary.
Because as long as she calls the police, her true information will be left. Not only will she offend everyone in the private room and Ying Huai, but she will also be unable to hide the fact that she sang with him at night.
what to do?
"Lisa, hurry up, Mr. Song is already requesting songs and is waiting for you." A quick knock on the door brought her back to reality.
She quickly calmed down, put the Vajra Net back into place, and locked it.
Now, there was no choice but to return to the private room.
She could only place her hope of escape on Song Jinnan, hoping that Song Jinnan would help her at the critical moment for the sake of several romantic relationships.
Half a minute later, Qiao Wan walked out of the bathroom.
The smell of cigarette smoke in the private room became stronger, and there were two more singing princesses. The men's chatting and laughing became more and more unscrupulous, and they were already talking about porn.
The two backup singers were more open-minded than Qiao Wan.
One was sitting on Mr. Li's lap, and the two were whispering cheek to cheek; the other was playing cards with Song Jinnan and others, losing one piece of clothing at a time. When Qiao Wan saw her, only her thin three-point pose was left on her body.
Qiao Wan wanted to take the opportunity to sneak out of the private room, but unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the door, Song Jinnan's voice came from behind: "Miss Lisa, the song has been ordered, let's start."
"..."
She was completely speechless and had no choice but to walk to the jukebox in front of the big screen.
Song Jinnan was the first to throw down the cards, "The Landlord fight has made Miss Yaya lose her hair, so let's listen to Miss Lisa sing."
Qiao Wan had the foundation and confidence to sing, and was not afraid at all, but she still took a breath when she saw the song list on the jukebox.
Full of twenty songs.
There are both classic old songs from more than ten years ago, as well as currently popular Internet celebrity songs; there are both Mandarin, Cantonese and English.
This was not a song request, it was clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for her.
Song Jinnan saw her complaining and continued to put pressure on her: "If Miss Lisa can't sing, replace her with someone else."
"No problem." Qiao Wan responded calmly.
