Chapter 122： Grab a man, go dream!

As soon as the two of them were seated, the charming woman on the left greeted Zhou Yuan.

In terms of speech and demeanor, although sultry, it seems quite appropriate. At first glance, he is a master who is good at receiving people and things.

On the contrary, the **** the right is obviously not quite used to this kind of scene, and she behaves a little bit panicked or even fearful, and even shrinks her body and head, obviously unable to let go.

But she couldn't let it go, and Zhou Yuan didn't care much.

Anyway, the **** the left is very enthusiastic and active, and the other girls are also very active, making people very enjoyable.

I have to say that sometimes money power is really good.

If you change as usual, or be an ordinary person, and run into these girls next to you, ninety-nine percent of them will be dead.

But now, this kind of girl who was knelt and licked by others desperately wanted to greet him instead!

Even one by one, for fear of being cold, and for fear of making him unhappy, they changed their methods to find various topics, chat, and toast. Even more, he took the initiative to use the opportunity of speaking and toasting to make some physical contact.

Zhou Yuan never refused to come.

But he didn't do anything excessive, and he didn't even take the initiative to take any advantage.

After all, speaking of it, he has no shortage of women at all. If you want a woman to accompany you, just show up your wealth, I believe some girls rush to hug them.

But the fun thing is that the less he takes the initiative, some girls will be more active!

Especially the **** the left is afraid that it is more fake drunk than real drunk. With alcohol, she can't wait to rub her into his body.

"Mr. Zhou, can I ask, what do you do?"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to speak, the girl deliberately moved her head together, quietly blowing the fragrant wind and heat into Zhou Yuan's ear. Even ninety-nine percent of it was deliberate, and he rubbed his lips against Yuan Zhou's earlobe!

There is no one with this kind of tricks and caution!

Zhou Yuan was numb all over her body as if being electrified, and then smiled: "I am just a student."

"Mr. Zhou can really laugh, I have never seen a student with such a temperament and charm like you."

The girl obviously didn't believe it, and even smiled and coquettishly took the opportunity to hit Zhou Yuan with her body.

Of course it doesn’t hurt, but the bullet is real!

With this effort, Chen Wentai glared at the white skirt girl in secret, and motioned with his eyes.

After all, this girl is the gift he carefully prepared to Zhou Yuan, but it happens to be sitting stupidly with her head curled from beginning to end...

Don't take the initiative at all, how can this work? !

The white skirt girl shuddered, and obviously didn't dare to disobey Chen Wentai's meaning, she pressed her lips tightly for a while, and finally opened her mouth softly.

"Zhou... Mr. Zhou, you... are you also a college student?"

Yes, this girl didn't have any thoughts when she saw it, and when she asked something, she understood her own background thoroughly.

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but glanced back at her, and suddenly made the white skirt girl panic.

She was afraid that her own question was too abrupt, which made Zhou Yuan unhappy, and then explained in a flustered voice: "I...I just casually...just casually ask, I...I'm actually...I'm actually a student..."

Not to mention, watching her look a little flustered and shy, Zhou Yuan was a little interested.

"Are you a student too? Which university is it from?"

"I... I'm from Guancheng Academy of Fine Arts..."

Guancheng Academy of Fine Arts is not far from Zhouyuan School.

It is said that the beauty is out of the Academy of Fine Arts, and most of them say that the beauty of the temperament category, no wonder this girl looks a little unique.

Zhou Yuan became more interested and asked, "What is your name?"

"I... my name is Du Lin..."

The white girl hesitated for a while and reported her name.

Zhou Yuan wanted to ask again, but the **** the left was a little bit savory, and deliberately held Zhou Yuan's arm and gently withdrew it into her arms.

"Shao Zhou, why don't you ask someone's name?"

While she was talking, she glared at Du Lin secretly, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

This little **** pretends to be quite pure! Want to grab a man from me... Dreaming!

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