In the evening, the customer picked up Beiming and Mo in the hotel and went to the club which had been reserved in advance.

After three rounds of wine, Beiming and Mo felt drunk.

He didn't know how much he had drunk. He only felt that there was a cloud behind him.

The assistant noticed that he was not right. It was not easy for the customer to persuade him to drink any more. He even asked the waiter to serve a pot of sobering tea.

It's more than ten o'clock in the evening when the banquet is removed. The customer gestured to the waiter to show his friendship with the host.

Soon, the compartment door was pushed open again, and all the girls who came in were dressed coolly.

As soon as the six girls came in, the original serious rooms were more beautiful.

A girl with long straight hair was arranged by the client to sit beside Beiming and Mo. she saw that the man beside her was young and handsome. Although she seemed to talk less, it was just because of this that she had a more unspeakable temptation. Confused.

"Brother, do you have a tattoo on your clavicle?" Her body seems to be not close, eyes fall on the lips of Beiming and ink. On the valve.

Just now I drank a little too much. Beiming and Mo almost unconsciously opened the two buttons on the front of the shirt. Therefore, two letters appeared in the clavicle tattoo.

nose is a strong smell of perfume, Bei Yin and Mo Ben can frown, but when listening to the girl problem, the eyes suddenly cold.

He staggered back two times, then raised his hand and buttoned his shirt one by one.

The fingers are long and white, the knuckles are strong, and the actions of button up the shirt are somewhat invisible and provocative.

The girl apologized in a soft voice: "I'm sorry, brother. I don't know this is your privacy. I'll punish myself for it!"

Then she went to get the cup on the table.

When she leaned over, she deliberately put her chest to the North Sea and the ink. For a moment, the snow was white and soft.

But it was in her lips. When the petal touches the wine cup, Beiming and Mo suddenly stand up and rush to the opposite customer: "excuse me for a moment."

He said, and went straight out of the private room.

The corridor is still a little stuffy, Beiming and Mosuo go out of the club to breathe.

The temperature in the imperial city at night was obviously several degrees lower than that in the daytime. Beiming and Mo stood at the gate of the club with only a shirt on, and the cold wind quickly passed through the body.

But he felt that his blurred brain became clearer.

The stomach, however, was almost unstoppable.

There is a garbage can in front of me. Beiming and Mo quickly walked past and couldn't help vomiting.

In his stomach acid water almost vomited clean, behind came a female voice: "and ink?"

Beiming and Mo smell the sound and turn their heads and see Gong Mo Yi, who hasn't seen for a long time.

She was a little fatter than before, her cheeks were still delicate and beautiful, but her sharp chin had become round, and her eyes looked at him in surprise, as if he were an alien.

"Little Yi." He answered, thought of what, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Should I ask you that?" Hi, my classmates are so easy to get out of the office. Are you here on business? Why drink so much wine? "

"Well, I'm here on business." Beiming and Mo said: "today and customers in the upstairs club, a careless drink."

"What's the matter with you? Do you want my driver to take you to the hospital? " Gong Mo Yi said again.

"It's OK. Just throw up." Beiming and Mohism.

"Well, slow down." Palace Mo Yi way: "by the way, upstairs party, have a few schoolmates you all know, still have Chen Fei."

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