MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 11

Sun Wenyan drove him to the workers.

When I went to the nightclub, Han Yun found that it was too noisy, and there were so many people, all of them were dying. He didn't like it at all.

He remembered that the original company often had such social gatherings. They finished drinking at the nightclub and got on the bus. Sun Wenyan sometimes took a female model to the hotel and sometimes found a small male model. The original owner is honest, even if a woman asks him Will we go together, neither will he.

He is very loyal to his girlfriend, but this necessary reception has been attended too many times, his girlfriend gradually began to doubt him, often feeling whether he betrayed himself.

They entered the private room, Sun Wenyan sat down and ordered Chivas, Han Yun took a look around. The private room was not particularly large and beautifully decorated. There were two small doors. I did n’t know what was inside and it was not as noisy as outside. Only they were two. personal.

Han Yun is not happy. What kind of nightclub is good?

"Sun Wenyan." He called.

"Hey?"

"Are there girls?"

"Wen" Sun Wenyan said meaningfully: "You want a girl?"

"Of course," he said with a scornful look at Sun Wenyan, emphasizing, "be nice."

Sun Wenyan: "Also, it's boring for two people to drink. I'll call a few more people."

He sent a message to the company group, saying that he wanted girls, and those who played nearby said they wanted to come over.

A newly signed male model poked him privately: "Brother, don't you play with men now?"

Sun Wenyan ignored, and the wine came. He poured a drink on Han Yun, and Han Yun shook his head: "I don't drink."

"Quit alcohol?"

He murmured implicitly, drinking was life-threatening, and he himself drank and died, so he never touched this thing in his life.

"Don't drink, OK, will you smoke a cigar?"

"Cigar?" This is another new term, but Han Yun soon dug up the explanation, the original owner has not touched it, but in his memory, it seems to be a very wonderful thing.

Before the private room came, Sun Wenyan pushed open a quiet door next to it. It turned out that there was no hole in it. It was a small private room with bright lights. A brown-black leather sofa. There were various price ranges in the cabinet. cigar.

Sun Wenyan seemed very knowledgeable. He specifically called the waiter to open a drawer with a key, and took a black wooden box out of it. Inside, six dark brown Cuban cigars lay. The mellow scent came to represent it. Years long. He picked up one with a match, the cigar head burnt black, and Han Yun rushed into his nose with an unpleasant or unpleasant smell.

Sun Wenyan skillfully cut off the hat with a cigar cutter, and handed it to his mouth: "Try it with a sip, have you smoked it before?"

Han Yun said no, he opened his mouth curiously. Sun Wenyan stared at his lips, his eyes darkened, but at this time, he suddenly felt a sight—a sight that made him creepy. He looked up, but found the original The bright cigar room, as if shrouded in dark air, became dim.

His goosebumps rose instantly.

Han Yun did not notice the change, so he took a sip. The unspeakable taste went straight to his brain. He immediately turned his head to cough, tears burst out, and cursed in his mouth: "No smoking, what a cigar. "

"Brother Sun, here we are! Who are you?" Outside, a few girls' joking voices caught the attention of Han Yun.

Sun Wenyan didn't dare to stay here for long, and opened the door: "We smoke cigars in it."

A female model said, "What are you playing today?"

"Just play as usual."

There were five or six people, all of whom were good-looking female models. They were wearing hot clothes. Han Yun went there for a while and found that they were all very tall, not to mention how beautiful they are.

Han Yun sat next to him because he didn't drink. Sun Wenyan asked him what he wanted to drink, and he said he wanted to drink milk.

Sun Wenyan: "..."

A female model: "What kind of milk do we drink here?"

Han Yun didn't understand: "Really? Where?"

A group of people laughed, "How can you be cute like this, and ask us where we are."

Han Yun still didn't understand, but he felt like he was being joked and ridiculed, his face flushed, and he sat next to him very unhappy.

Some people say, "You look better than us, are you so pure?"

Han Yun whispered, "I'm not pure." He just didn't understand! What's so ridiculous about this is that he is an ancient man. When it comes to age, he is the ancestor of this group of people here.

The smell of perfume filled the dim private room, a group of people drinking wine, singing and drinking, Han Yun sitting next to him holding a bottle of milk to drink, he biting the straw boringly, looking for comfort. At this time, there were two more people. This time, there were men and women. Han Yun sharply saw a female model that was shorter than the crowd of one meter, seven hundred and seven, and looked very in line with his aesthetics.

Sun Wenyan was tangled by a little male model.

Han Yun hooked up with her sister.

She wasn't a model, she was playing with her sister, but Han Yun was shy than her. The girl asked him, "Are you a model too?"

Han Yun said yes, the girl looked at a bottle of Telunsu on the table: "Did you order the milk?"

"Not me," he hurriedly denied, pointing to the side and pushing the pan. "Yes, they ordered it."

This girl looks very pure, her cheeks are round and cute, she looks like she has no makeup, and she has a subtle perfume, not a pungent perfume, but a very sweet and smelling fruit.

Han Yun just like this mouthful.

The girls seemed to like him very much, watching him while drinking: "The first time I saw a handsome male model like you, you look more like a star, you are whiter than me."

Han Yun was praised, and he embarrassedly touched his nose. The girl asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I'm coming!

His heart was beating, and it was finally over!

"No!" He answered loudly.

While everyone was still playing, the two went to the hotel next to them. It was already early in the morning when Han Yun looked at the time, but the workers were still brightly lit, and the sound of dj that never stopped surrounds the dark sky .

The room was an ordinary hotel bed room. The girl put her bag down and tied her hair up. "I'll go take a shower first, wait for me for a while."

Han Yun sat on the sofa: "Okay."

When the sound of water rang in the bathroom, Han Yun had been preparing himself psychologically. He felt that he should be very excited, but it seemed that he was not so excited, just a little nervous, I don't know what to do.

He opened the ibar and poured a glass of ice milk to calm down.

The girl came out, she was very generous, the bathrobe was half open, Han Yun did not dare to look directly, her head bowed.

"Haha, why are you so shy, wouldn't this be the first time with a girl?"

"No ..." Han Yun felt ashamed.

He was the most powerful person in the past, but he was really delayed by the great doctor for life.

The girl saw the glass with a little milk stains: "Wow, you drink milk again?"

Han Yun was extremely embarrassed. Modern milk didn't smell a bit fishy. He thought it was delicious and convenient. Han Yun's speech was really inexplicable, and no one could let him shirk his responsibility: "I'm hungry ..." He emphasized, "But I just didn't drink that.

The girl smiled: "Would you like to take a bath first?"

"Okay, then, let me wash one."

"Hurry up."

Han Yun walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, turned on the shower, and the light suddenly went out.

He was taking a shower, and all of a sudden it was dark. Han Yun was nervous: "What's wrong?"

"It seems to be a power outage, it's too annoying," the girl stunned outside, and the girl seemed to be changing her clothes.

Han Yun gave a bang, but it was completely dark inside, and he was a little scared.

At this moment, Han Yun felt that someone had pushed the bathroom door open. He thought it was a girl, subconsciously covered important parts, and shouted, "Fruit?"

In the dark space, a figure shrouded, Han Yun was so scared to death that he reached out his hand.

It was human skin, but Han Yun immediately felt something wrong.

Although I haven't touched a woman, where is the solid touch of a woman?

The other person was obviously a man and he was taller than himself. Han Yun panicked. His first reaction was: Assassin.

Before saying "Come," Han Yun was covered by his mouth.

The water didn't stop, dripping from top to bottom, on top of his head and body.

A male body came up from behind him, and Han Yun was already very tall, but he was completely embraced by the other side. He was terribly upset and hadn't thought about it. He just thought the other side was a gangster. The kind of money and death. He shouted in his opponent's palm, trying to break away.

The other party seemed to be impatient with him. He pressed his head down and pressed it against his cheek from above and behind, a warm and soft touch on Han Yun's ears.

"Your Majesty, why aren't you obedient ..."

As soon as the man made a noise, Han Yun was completely choked. This is ...