Po Zhang has never experienced such a thing.

There were some pretty little boys around her. They wore beautiful clothes, picked up wine glasses, sent flowers, and spoke sweet words gently, and handed her the delicacies she had never tasted before.

This is simply paradise.

Po Zhang always thought that she was so unlucky in her life. She actually married such a bastard. That bastard cannot make money and loves to drink. She spends more money than she earns, and she is not motivated yet.

I have to help him set up a stall and settle the accounts. That stupid guy doesn’t know how to make fake accounts. Every time he makes fakes, he will basically be discovered. There is a real trick in his mind.

If she married a powerful man, she would not be like this now. She must have been wearing a mink coat, a gold necklace, a jade bracelet on her wrist, a cigarette, playing mahjong there, making the "Four Hands", and living a life like a noble lady. What else do she do with her?

In this world, it is really impossible for men to be unsuccessful. Even women cannot take good care of them. They are really useless.

But it doesn't matter. Now that she is rich, she can dress up well and then find a better man, but she doesn't believe it. Just by her natural beauty, can't she find a good man? Anyway, those women rely on plastic surgery and makeup, and there are also bacteria and other things.

She believed that she could definitely find a good man.

As for that idiot, haha, idiot really thought he wanted to share the debt with him. How could it be possible? A man like him would probably have to make all such a million. He had to find all the messy things like mistresses. Instead of letting him spend it, he might as well start first.

I guess that stupid guy is still thinking about how I can stay with him for the rest of my life. Just kidding, staying with that kind of person for the rest of my life, unless there is a trick in my mind!

Po Zhang took another big sip of wine. Although the glasses of this kind of wine are all small, she was already used to the feeling of drinking beer in big sips.

She felt her brain was particularly clear and her heart was beating there, feeling particularly powerful.

The powerful seemed a little too much, and she could even hear the sound of her heart.

She could even hear some sounds that she could not hear before, and her soul seemed to be transcending from the body, beautiful.

The taste of this wine is a bit weird. Maybe it is a high-end product. Zhang Po didn't know that she had never drunk these high-end wines here, but the boys next to her brought them over one by one. Their little mouths were very sweet, so sweet that Zhang Po was full of heart. She had never heard of so many sweet words. That old man would only curse the streets there.

By the way, how did she come here? Zhang Po doesn’t remember it very much.

She seemed to be going out to buy marten fur and necklace, but...what happened in the middle? She seemed to see a very strange girl or something. She didn't know what she was thinking at that time. Anyway, she followed her and then she saw these boys.

Oh, who cares, these kids are really good. It's amazing!

Zhang Po felt like she had lost consciousness, but then, the memories hidden behind the consciousness began to emerge like smoke. They were somersaults in Zhang Po's mind, holding big heads, flashing and moving, and recombining and arranging them to form various wonderful images.

Oh, this is really a good thing, a good thing.

Po Zhang felt that she had reached a state of orgasm both physically and mentally.

The next moment, she arched like a shrimp, and the secretion in her body was instantly out of order, and the smell of stench emanated from her body.

This picture is not beautiful at all. The so-called "the orioles sing in the middle of the door and the flowers are slippery, and the springs are hard to flow under the ice" is simply the picture in the poem. When he encounters this Wang Po, only "the silver bottle suddenly breaks through the water, and the iron cavalry bursts out from the sound of swords and guns."

The boys did not react at all. They were in this industry. Such reactions would indeed occur when the medicine was strong. After all, not everyone could support this medicine.

Although most of the people who come here are women with quite a lot of identities, occasionally some women who are willing to play will get into it.

Those women are generally a little abnormal. If those with identities come here to relieve stress, then those who come to play are like treating themselves as slaves.

Those people are like they throw away their dignity as human beings.

The boys don’t know what they think, and they are not interested in studying what these people think. Their purpose is to make money. You must know that it is very easy for boys to grow up like this to make money.

Who said that selling sex is exclusive to women?

I don’t know who said that women’s purchasing power is always stronger than men. There is nothing wrong with this sentence in this industry.

However, this female guest is really rare - usually the female guests here are sexy and seductive. Even those guys who don't treat themselves as humans all look fashionable and fashionable. They knock on medicine and comb their hair with the other hand, untied their clothes, twisted their butts, and stepped into the dance floor.

But this one...

Look at the rustic clothes on her body and the smell of inferior perfumes - maybe those women have developed some fresh ways to play?

God knows, it has nothing to do with them anyway.

Anyway, the boys knew that she had money, that she could afford to pay, and that was enough. The rest of the things had nothing to do with them.

But calculating, she has taken a lot of medicine this time, so she won’t die, right? It’s not a good thing to not pay at all if she dies.

Forget it, let's drag her to the noble room to cultivate her. Anyway, she will pay the money.

Under the bright lights and wine, countless people are still falling and feeling happiness.

The Indians called that kind of plant a happy plant, with poppies showing beautiful figures and stretching their appearance, and what they had in it was even more called murderous intent.

It spreads up and forms a piece of cloth, so beautiful - poisonous but can't escape it. This is the hell direct train for successful people and the road to self-destruction for inferior people.

But how many people can resist the devil's whisper?
Chapter completed!