Chapter 2 Do you know how to please a man?

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He has always been like this, straightforward and merciless.

The woman had never been wronged like this. Her eyes were red and she was so angry that she rushed out of the door.

After the game, Wen Ying was forced to stay and eat cake for a while. It wasn't until eight or nine o'clock that the girls all went home together, and she walked into the box with the empty bucket to pack it up.

Chen Jin and a few boys went to the second floor of the club. While talking, Wen Ying heard them discussing the stock market and capital operations.

She carried the picked dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and silently calculated the commission for an extra night shift.

During the exchange, she was keenly aware that when the group of people came up the stairs and turned the corner, the person suddenly glanced at her through the crowd. When she looked over, she only caught a black silhouette.

By the time she cleaned up the messy box, it was already dusk.

"Hey, Xiao Wen, you're still busy."

The middle-aged manager with a beer belly pushed open the door, closed it, and handed over a glass of juice with a smile, "It's so hot, you must be exhausted, right? Come, the manager invites you."

Wen Ying stepped back, guarding against rejection: "Thank you, no need."

She looks cold and stubborn, with a bit of world-weary coldness. When she is not smiling, her eyes are sparse and cold, making her difficult to approach. It makes people feel itchy for no reason, and creates an inevitable desire to destroy her.

"If you still want to continue doing this..."

The man moved closer to her, touched her hand and forcefully pushed it into the loose belt, "You should know how to do this, right?"

"--open!"

Smell of alcohol, Wen Ying resisted the nausea in her stomach, closed her eyes, watched the man's dazed moment, grabbed the goblet on the table with his other hand and smashed it on his head.

The glass burst, the man let go in pain, and Wen Ying fled through the door.

"Bitch!"

The man reacted quickly and caught up with him in three or two steps.

Queen Wen Yingcang retreated and unknowingly climbed the stair railing and escaped to the bedroom corridor on the second floor.

"See if I don't have fun tonight, why don't you cry like a mother!"

Seeing that the man was about to step forward and snatch her away, the next second, the bedroom door beside her suddenly opened, her wrist was grabbed, and she was suddenly dragged into the room with a strong force.

"...Chen Chen Chen, Mr. Chen?"

The familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance of mint and lime enveloped her. When the manager saw the dark shadow clearly, he was so frightened that he hurriedly laughed and swallowed.

"This girl...is yours?"

Chen Jin leaned against the door frame, pushing her small body inward with one hand. Without saying a word, he grasped the man's hand, took his finger that had just touched Wen Ying, and bent it upward.

"ah--!!"

The crisp sound of dislocation scratched Wen Ying's eardrum hard.

The manager who had been clamoring to kill her just a few seconds ago had three fingers broken.

"roll."

The man turned pale with pain and ran away wailing.

The crisis was over, Wen Ying's tense nerves relaxed, and she heard the slamming of the door closing.

The spacious luxury standard suite had an unobstructed view of the bustling night view from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Wen Ying felt cramped.

She said awkwardly: "Thank you very much for tonight."

Chen Jin whispered silently: "Do you often do this kind of thing?"

"…What?"

"Do you work for free every day?"

He glanced at her casually, his thin lips curled up in a flirtatious manner, and he didn't feel at all how insulting what he said was, "You work hard here, but they treat you like a sleeping companion, is it worth it?"

Wen Ying was silent for a moment: "Whether it's worth it, I know in my heart."

Chen Jin snorted and laughed: "You don't have any skills to protect yourself, how dare you do it here?"

Wen Ying's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but tremble as she recalled the scene just now with lingering fear.

A sharp ringing brought her back to reality.

When she picked up the answer, a middle-aged man asked harshly: "Wen Miaorong, stinky bitch! You owe me 270,000 yuan, when are you going to pay it back?"

Wen Ying said coldly: "You have found the wrong person. I am not Wen Miaorong."

"Fuck!" The other person said something dirty and sneered, "Her guarantor filled in this number! Pay me back the money before next month! Otherwise, I'll kill you two!"

She cut off the phone and looked up, meeting Chen Jin's dark, opaque pupils.

Burning embarrassment hit her, she opened her lips, and her phone rang again.

This time it was the landlady.

"Wen Ying, I'm not talking about you. It's been more than a month since your mother moved you here. You guys are depositing one and paying three. When will you pay the remaining six thousand eighty?"

The old woman said in a displeased tone, "I can't even get through on the phone. What can I do? Are you going to live and eat for free?"

"I'll hand it in tomorrow."

She pulled her pale lips and apologized repeatedly, "I'm really sorry, tits..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Wen Ying lowered her eyes weakly, suddenly looking into the eyes of the man whose pupils were getting darker, she clenched her fingers tightly.

She has strong self-esteem and never likes to trouble others, let alone ask for money.

Not to mention, that person is Chen Jin.

She didn't want anything to do with him.

Chen Jin lit a cigarette, leaned on the bedside, and played with the metal lighter in his hand leisurely. He tacitly did not mention the phone call, and his eyes traced her deserted eyebrows:

"Do you know how to please a man?"

Wen Ying's expression froze, and she covered her chest with her arms, pretending to be calm: "I only sell wine, not my body."

She didn't expect that after three years of absence, he would turn into such a dandy, bad boy.

He never imagined that he would be reduced to this embarrassing situation with a panoramic view.

Chen Jin smiled miserably: "I didn't let you sleep with me."

"I've been suffering from back pain recently. In addition to selling wine, you should also be able to give massages, right?"

His voice was gravelly and sexy, "Come here and rub my back."

"..."

Wen Ying was stunned. She didn't expect that he would still remember this little thing that she had mentioned casually, and her temples were pounding.

Seeing that she didn't move, Chen Jin squinted at her, his eyes so leisurely that Wen Ying couldn't move: "Don't you want the money?"

"How much do you really think your face is worth?"

Vicious, conceited, and extremely arrogant.

She is naturally not a person who can't control her figure. When a person is forced into a desperate situation, she can't care about her dignity.

Under Chen Jin's gaze, Wen Ying closed his eyes and slowly moved to the white bed.

He put out the cigarette, his face was extremely beautiful in the dim light, hooked his hand on the hem of his black T-shirt, and took off his jacket and hoodie in front of Wen Ying.

Her porcelain white and tight abdominal muscles were instantly visible, the undulating lines of the mountains stretched from her Adam's apple to her waist and abdomen, and the veins on her arms were bulging, stimulating her eyeballs.

Wen Ying pursed her lower lip indifferently: "But I'm not a professional masseur. How about-"

"The essential oil is over there."

Before she could finish speaking, he forcefully blocked the second half of her sentence and raised her chin toward the cabinet.

Wen Ying walked over, opened the low cabinet, and selected a lemon and grapefruit-flavored bottle from the dazzling array of aromatic massage essential oil bottles. There was also a pair of latex gloves next to it.

She was suspicious, when did the White House Club open its massage business?

Moreover, with his status, what kind of first-class massage technician can't be hired?

"why me?"

Hearing this, Chen Jin lay lazily on the mattress like an emperor giving orders, looking at her funny, "I'm going to find someone to massage at this point. Who knows who they are?"