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felt a chill behind her back, and subconsciously wanted to reject. She still had some lingering fear towards yesterday's matter, as she felt that Liu Qing would not let her off so easily.

Yin Chenchen knew that there were only a total of 128 private rooms on this field, which grew more luxurious the further it went. The final top private room had a price of at least a hundred thousand yuan per night, no wonder this group of Spirit Demon beings were dressed beautifully today, and were all waiting for others to order.

With a gaze that was like a thorn in her back, she leisurely walked towards the top tier box.

"It's him, the man who saved her last night!"

Yin Chenchen's heart sank. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but — she knew that for this man to sit here meant that he had already spent one hundred thousand dollars. She already offended a potential customer because of him, so she couldn't offend him anymore.

She gave him a coquettish smile, walked twenty steps, then stopped beside the man and charmingly greeted him, "May I ask how I should address this lord? What kind of sister do you like? Do you want me to call for a few more people? "

"Tang Hao."

The man leaned forward slightly, stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, and automatically ignored her two questions.

Looking at his delightful actions, Yin Chenchen finally noticed that the crystal ashtray in front of him was full of cigarette butts. The air was filled with a faint smoke, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

She suddenly straightened her body. This was a situation she had never experienced before after spending so much time on the night scene.

He couldn't relax. He couldn't relax at all.

He just sat there quietly, blocking all her sounds. She didn't dare speak, she didn't dare approach, she didn't dare leave, and sure enough, she didn't like dealing with men like that, no matter how much money they gave her.

"I remember you weren't like that yesterday."

Tang Hao's gaze landed on her body, as if he had thought of something, and frowned slightly.

"You …" Yin Chenchen swallowed her saliva. She no longer doubted that this man was standing at the door last night, as he had seen everything. This made her a little embarrassed, and her words were a little incoherent. "You … not quite the same as them. "

"Because I'm richer than them?"

Tang Hao's gaze contained a bit of chilliness, as though he was asking a question, but was also carrying a bit of anticipation.

Yin Chenchen was at a loss for words for a while. She asked herself what was different about this man, and no matter how she thought about it, she could not find an answer. Perhaps there was not much difference, as those people wanted her body and this man also wanted her.

Perhaps it was because he had the money.

She got up, took out two glasses, and skillfully opened a bottle of red wine, "I know you're a big shot, but I'm also the red card here. Besides not sleeping with you, you can play with me whatever you want."

Tang Hao did not seem to be surprised by the huge difference in her reaction, and only said lightly, "Sing a song for me."

Singing? Yin Chenchen sat in front of the singing station and calmly played a series of songs that were currently most popular.

"White moonlight."

These three light and indifferent words made Yin Chenchen shudder for some unknown reason, as her fingers suddenly stopped at the top of the screen.

When the prelude sounded, Yin Chenchen's tears almost fell. The last time she sang this song was ten years ago.

That year, she was still the great lady of the Yin family who stood at the center of attention, carrying a guitar and a rock band behind her. Her face was completely unrecognizable as she sang an arrogant and unbridled song.

She squandered her youth in young screams, thinking she was the center of the world, and that was the world.

Tonight, she sat in a corner of the night field, quietly singing like she was immersed in the moonlight of her memories.

The world was too big, and the things she could grab were pitifully few.

Yin Chenchen put down the microphone in her hand and wiped her eyes. It was cold and dry, and her memories of the past seemed to be thrown to the back of her mind along with that last sound. If she was always being hypocritical in front of money, she would have died a hundred times over.

She turned around and Tang Hao lit up the last cigarette in his pack of cigarettes. The only incandescent lamp on his head scattered strands of light into the smoke, and on his handsome face, a faint layer of radiance fell.

White moonlight? The expression on the man's face looked a little sad in her eyes. She didn't like such loneliness.

Yin Chenchen smiled, and then mysteriously switched on all the lights.

Accompanied by her applause and screams, she stepped onto her high heels and returned to the center of the sofa. She sat beside the man, grabbed the cigarette in his hand and gently put it in her mouth.

As expected, Tang Hao regained his senses, he reached out to shatter the smoke ring she had just spat out, and placed her cigarette on the table. Yin Chenchen was not the least bit surprised by his reaction.

Sure enough, she heard his cold voice, "Do you still remember me?"

"I remember, why can't I remember? Aren't you the big boss that saved me yesterday?" Yin Chenchen smiled charmingly as she poured a cup of wine. After bringing it to the man's mouth, she didn't forget to remind her, "You have to add money to the song, big boss should not forget about it in a while."

"Bang!" The wine cup in his hand fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.

Yin Chenchen only felt a wave of coldness approaching and had already pressed her beneath him. His ice-cold voice was suppressing his anger as he questioned her in her ear, "Why have you become such a person now?"

"Hur Hur Hur Hur." Yin Chenchen suddenly laughed. She knew that this man knew her, and from the first time she saw her, she had this premonition. She avoided the man's gaze and laughed indifferently, "Isn't it because of money?"

Tang Hao seemed unwilling to let her go, he pinched her chin and forced her to look at him in the eyes, "You don't dare to look at me?"

Yin Chenchen didn't like this kind of pressure. It was because she didn't dare to look at this man, and when she saw herself in his eyes, she would immediately think of the past.

This made her feel that her current state was so unbearable.

She knocked the man's hand away, and her tone became impatient. "Boss, what are you trying to do?"

"I want to take care of you." Tang Hao's voice did not carry any emotion as he withdrew all of the emotion in his eyes.

Yin Chenchen was startled, then shook her head with a smile: "Forget it, I want to rely on myself."

"Relying on yourself?" Pain flashed across Tang Hao's eyes, and he finally no longer suppressed the anger in his heart. He pressed it on Yin Chenchen's chest, "Continue to drink with the old man? Let them do what they want to you? Is this what you call relying on yourself? "

His hands carelessly kneaded Yin Chenchen's fair skin, and her cruel words were like knives slicing her heart.

She wanted to tell herself that all of this would end up in real gold and silver, but every cell in her body resisted.

Tears rolled down her delicate face. She pushed away the man on her body and finally cursed, "Is there something wrong with you!? What does it have to do with you! Don't bother me anymore! "

She walked towards the door without looking back. When she opened it, she paused for a moment and then said lightly.

"Go back. You can't afford my price."