Chapter 428

Song Huaichun stood up with her strength, and her red lips curved, sketching a bloodthirsty smile: "I can't be good if I'm good. It's my great blessing to be alive!"

The servant's body trembled and could not catch song Huaichun's words. He could only accompany him with a flattering smile.

Song Huaichun sits on the dressing table again. His smiling eyes suddenly become sharp, but his voice is extremely gentle: "darling, tell me what you saw just now."

The servant shook his head desperately, tears covered his face and knelt on the ground with a clang: "Miss Song, I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything."

People who can make a living in a nightclub will change in their simple temperament. They clearly know the law of the jungle here. What's more, they have signed a life-long contract and basically have no freedom. She knows clearly that her life is not in her own hands.

If you are careless, you will lose your life. In this nightclub, it is too common to die. No one will care.

Song Huaichun wiped off the trace of eyebrow pencil on his face a little bit: "you are also a smart person. OK, get up. Look at the appearance of your fear. It seems that I am going to devour you alive. Am I so terrible?"

The ugly trace caused by the eyebrow pencil is wiped off, and song Huaichun's delicate face is completely displayed in the mirror. She takes out a bright red lipstick from the drawer beside her as if she had not been influenced by the talent.

The servant got up from the ground and wiped the tears on his face: "Miss Song is very beautiful. The people in the nightclub don't know that Miss Song is the most beautiful."

There was a stab.

a superb collection of beautiful things on the table is pushed to the ground. Broken lotions, powder and stuff like that make the floor clean and unstained.

The smile on song Huaichun's face, I don't know when it disappeared clean, delicate facial features ferocious and gloomy.

the servant knelt down and kneeled down, kneeling on the broken emulsion bottle. The thin layer of cloth was blown away by fragments, embedded in the meat, and the servant came to hum.

She didn't know that she just made song Huaichun unhappy.

"It's a pity that you don't know how to speak. If you don't want your tongue, you can say it directly." Song Huaichun said with a tender voice, and the anger between his eyebrows was frightening: "if you don't clean it up quickly and make a new one, it will delay my business. Can you bear the responsibility?"

When song Huaichun arrived at the box, it was obviously late.

Han Mingyang hugs around, holding a beautiful woman to play Zhenghai, but he is very unhappy with the late Song Huaichun. His face immediately droops and his sarcastic words open his mouth: "I really think I'm still a character. Song Huaichun, look at your watch. How long are you late?"

Song Huaichun didn't dare to look at his watch. He was so angry that he didn't dare to vent his anger.

Jiao smile, motioned Han Mingyang side of a heavily made-up woman to get out of the way, he is a buttock sitting on Han Mingyang's thigh, Jiaojiao's arm around his neck coquettish: "OK, OK, it's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault, I'm late, I'll give you compensation, we always want to punish how to punish."

As she spoke, her fingers slid restlessly, and the punishment she was pointing to was obvious.

Han Mingyang laughed and patted song Huaichun lightly. He was very satisfied with her. When she first touched this woman, she woke up in a dead face. Now it's not the same as waving.

A huge sense of satisfaction swelled in his heart, erasing the unhappiness in his heart. He hugged song Huaichun and ate tender tofu recklessly: "that's what you said. Don't regret it."

"With you, Mr. Han, how can I regret it?" Song Huaichun slapped him gently, as if he had received great grievances. When he looked around the other women in the box, he frowned imperceptibly and coquettishly said, "however, I don't want to be with these people. Mr. Han, please let them go. I don't want to share you with them."

As soon as he said this, the other women in the box really swallowed song Huaichun's heart. Han Mingyang's people are not very good, but they are rich and generous. It's not difficult to serve him. But song Huaichun's mouth is to steal their business!

Part of the money they get from nightclubs comes from internal Commission, and the most important income comes from generous customers. However, considering the relationship behind song Huaichun, even if these women hate their teeth, they can't take song Huaichun! But it is too much to let them leave.

They made a look at each other, like Han Mingyang's coquettish coquetry: "President Han, you let us stay, we so many sisters serve you together is not better."

Han Mingyang himself is a lecherous, is enjoying these women's coquetry. Smell speech, immediately changed his mind: "good, good, you..."

His words have not finished, song Huaichun attached to his ear, whispered a name: "Lin Lei."Han Mingyang later half of the words suddenly came to a 180 degree turning point: "you go out first, I come next time, you serve me together."

The women are unwilling to withdraw. Han Mingyang's face suddenly changed. He looks at Song Huaichun in a state of shock, full of vigilance: "what do you mean by that remark just now?"

He also got the news of Lin Lei's death. Even when he first knew about it, he had some regrets. After all, it was rare to find a beautiful and enchanting creature like Lin Lei.

As for song Huaichun, in Han Mingyang's eyes, it's completely that he can't get a substitute for song huaishuang.

Every box in the nightclub is equipped with monitoring. Song Huaichun hugs Han Mingyang's neck and sticks his soft body closer: "Lin Lei had some contact with you before he died. Although we did it secretly, if we really did it, it would not be impossible to find out. At that time, Yue Jinnan suspects that it is on your head. What can we do?"

"I am the uncle of his more Jin Nan, and the more Jin Nan he is, he can doubt whether it is on my head!" Han Mingyang retorts in a loud voice, but inexplicably mixed with a loss of heart.

"Not necessarily, my good president Han."