Chapter 29

At the end of the night, Han Dong walked to the bus stop and passed a massage shop. A girl with exposed clothes and heavy makeup threw a wink at him, "big brother, come in and make a press..." Before he finished, Han Dong got in. The landlady arranged a cabin for Han Dong, and another girl knocked on his back. The sweet voice hinted, "brother, this is our first massage." The girl's hand is soft and boneless, and she can't bear to meet any man, especially in this pink sweet nest. So Han Dong couldn't help but ask, "how much is your value-added service?" "It depends on what you want. It's just a hundred." Han Dong asked again, "what about the one outside?" "You say Shanshan is standing at the door looking for visitors? She's going to be expensive, at least three hundred. " "So expensive? She's making too much money, too! " "They are signboards!" Han Dong did not let the girl continue to press, but went to the door and accosted the so-called signboard. "Beauty, my cell phone is dead. Can I borrow yours?" Can Shan Shan not understand Han Dong's mind when she is in this business? I didn't even think about it. After Han Dong left, the girl inside came out and said to Shanshan, "that man is the first one who didn't pay for massage in our shop! You said, "does he really want to chase you?" Shanshan twisted her waist, laughed and scolded: "screw you!" Just after getting off the bus, Han Dong called the mobile phone number he secretly wrote down, "hello? Is that Shanshan's mother? Hello, auntie. I'm a friend of Shanshan. I'm sorry to disturb you... " Five minutes later, Shanshan's mother's sobbing voice came from the other end of the mobile phone, "thank you so much, young man. If you hadn't told me, I would still be in the dark Alas... " "Auntie, you are welcome. This is what I should do." Hang up the phone, Han Dongcai found that he just walked to the door of the North film studio, now it is more than eight o'clock, there are still many people waiting here to shoot the night drama. Scan to a few familiar old face hole, Han Dong can't help but speed up the pace. "Oh, isn't that Han Daxian? Why haven't you been showing up recently? " "Did you follow Li Shang and shine on his back?" "Well You've been a white mouth for so many years, but you've never been angry. I'm so sorry that someone just came here and got a big bargain. I'm so sorry for you! " Han Dong pretends not to hear him and runs to the mall with his Maza. The next morning, black high collar bottomcoat, pink tight pencil pants, face a thick layer of powder, painted with delicate little red lips. Then put on big black super, carrying a small bag, a tall sexy "big beauty" on the street. The group of people who were still teasing Han Dong at the gate of the North film studio yesterday looked straight. "I grass, look at that woman, look at her legs!" "Oh, my God! This figure is just... " Han Dong sneers in his heart: these stupid B When the bus arrives, Han Dong comes to the massage shop he patronized yesterday. He walks slowly to the front desk in the surprised eyes of the landlady and takes a picture of his resume. "Apply!" "Good, good..." The boss's wife nodded fiercely, "I left yesterday. I'm short of people. What do you want to apply for?" Han Dong pointed to the empty door, "just that position."