Gao Leng looked at Mr. Cao suspiciously, only to see Mr. Cao’s expression dignified, not like a trick. After all, this Weibo message is going to be sent out. It’s simple for Gao Leng, but for Chu Wu Jingxiuyuan. It's life and death.

The backstage that is dragged into the water is likely to fall from the sky to the ground within one day of the Weibo post, and it will be broken. In the backstage of such nightclubs, there are often triads and officials.

Gao Leng had already thrown his trump card. He came here not for exposure, but to find Yan Jiucheng. He was aiming at this point. It is unlikely that Chu Wu would dare to even Gao Leng for a mere Yan Jiucheng.

"Okay, please." Gao Leng thought for a while and walked to the room with President Cao. As soon as he entered the door, President Cao closed the door.

Gao Leng quickly glanced at the room. This is a seemingly ordinary KTV. It has a coffee table similar to the usual high-end KTV, similar leather sofas, high-end audio and interior decoration. What is even more obvious is that there are places on the wall. The wine rack for red wine is filled with some precious red wines.

The difference lies in the two **** chairs near the sofa.

A one-meter-five-wide, S-shaped curve, it is expensive at first glance. The jargon is called acacia chair. As the name suggests, the acacia chair is used for acacia. Gao Leng stretched out his hand and touched it. The texture is very good. The chair is sunken in the middle, and the two sides are protruding like women's mountain peaks. There are other things in the seemingly simple shape. Only when you are together can you know.

The acacia chair that can greatly increase the level of pleasure, red, shining with temptation.

And the other one placed next to the Albizia chair is expensive. It is imported from Japan at first glance. Nowadays, the new favorite of high-end nightclubs: the eight-claw chair. This chair is much more complicated than the simple S-shaped curve of the Albizia chair. There are many places to step on and rest under the general structure of the large massage chair.

Well, it's still electric. You don’t have to say more about the angle you lie on. You can save trouble and don’t have to work hard. For this kind of electric eight-claw chair, one imported from Japan costs 70,000 or 80,000 yuan. Chu Wu Jingxiuyuan estimates that there are at least a few hundred similar chairs.

There are well-trained beauties and expensive special props. It can be seen that this KTV singing is no ordinary singing.

"Mr Gao, you are here really to find Yan Jiucheng?" Mr. Cao was straightforward: "You can find him at other times. There is no need to come to me to search for lunch." There is distrust in Cao's eyes. .

After all, Gao Leng's hand had a shot of hoeing noon. Once such a shot spread, the consequences would be disastrous. He wanted to find Yan Jiucheng to kill with such a large number of bodyguards and reporters. Cao didn't believe it.

If you want to find it, you can find it tomorrow. How great is this?

Cao always doesn't understand, and he doesn't trust if he doesn't understand.

"As long as I find him, I can guarantee that Huwu will not be exposed." Gao Leng did not explain too much, but lightly picked up his hole cards: "I am here to find Yan Jiucheng. If I want to find Huwu, I will use unannounced visits. Situation, not like this."

Yes, he is a fake public for private benefit, and the fake public for private benefit will find Yan Jiucheng tonight.

Mu Xiao Leng is gone. He can’t wait until tomorrow night. Besides, he will not only find Yan Jiucheng, but also catch Yan Jiucheng’s painful foot in order to crush him. Gao Leng added: "Although I won’t be exposed, But I must capture Yan Jiucheng."

This is open skylight to speak brightly.

Cao always thought a little bit thoughtfully, too, if Gao Leng came to **** noon, unannounced visits would be the wisest, so much fanfare...

It seems that this is a personal grievance between Gao Leng and Yan Jiucheng, but unfortunately, Chu Wu was involved in it. Cao always stretched out his hand and held Gao Leng’s hand: "There are rules to protect guests. Privacy, it’s just that Reporter Gao is so magical that we can’t guard against it.” As he said, he smiled meaningfully: "I will tell the security guard above that Reporter Gao has left."

This meant that if Gao Leng was taking a sneak shot, he shot Yan Jiucheng, and also picked the **** clean.

Others asked, it’s safe to **** noon, but helpless, the cold is too bad, at most an apology is over, after all, this is a reporter who can even take pictures of Caesar’s carrion and people who come and go. It is not a big mistake to **** a certain customer at midday.

After all, if Chu Wu can be photographed, other nightclubs will be even more.

"Deal?" Gao Leng started his mind reading technique.

(This dog day Yan Jiucheng, if he offends Gao Leng, he still drags us into the water at noon. There is no other way but to sacrifice you. Who can cause the cold at present! It is really troublesome. Yes, I think, when Gao Leng is finished tonight, both Feifei will definitely be able to do it. It is estimated that we have to call our first oiran to come out and comfort him, and it will be foolproof until the film is destroyed.) Cao Zong's biography of mind reading Come here.

It seemed that this grass didn't play tricks, Gao Leng breathed a sigh of relief.

"The security guard upstairs, the reporter here has retreated, um, it's done, call the catwalker back, and the panicked customer immediately go to comfort." Cao said to Mai, speaking, stretched out his hand and opened the door .

Soon, the fat man took the reporter away, while the bodyguard of the East Gang was worried about Gao Leng's comfort, leaving three to follow him and the old man, and the others followed the reporter to the outside.

"In half an hour, in room C201 of the spa, I have to go there to appease the customer who was just photographed." Cao always pointed to the private room, and pointed to both of them. "You two. Accompany Mr. Gao first."

Saying, leave in a hurry.

The high-cold shooting caused a lot of movement, but it did not affect the second floor and VIP building. Going up to the second floor and VIP building required fingerprints. It was not a very big thing, and generally it would not be alarmed. After all, the people inside are big.

The women on the first floor of the catwalk can sell for tens of thousands of nights, while the ones on the upper floor start with 100,000.

Both Fei Fei held Gao Leng with their left and right arms, and there were a few more girls beside the old hanging and the bodyguard, and several of them entered the room again. As soon as he entered the room, Gao Leng winked at Lao Diao. Lao Diao immediately looked at the corner, moved the chair, took out the black tape from the bag to block the camera, and reached out and touched around to make sure that the room was inside. After there was no recording or video recording, I sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Lao Diao’s gaze was also attracted by the two chairs. He had never seen this thing. He was interested for a while, pointed to the eight-claw chair and asked, "What is this? Why is this massage chair so strange? ."

"Let me demonstrate." After listening to both of them, he smiled, naturally lying on the octopus chair, with his feet raised high, stepping on the feet on both sides, and the legs apart under the cheongsam were extraordinarily wide. Seductive.

"Stand here for a moment." Feifei twisted his waist and walked to the side of Lao Hang, and stretched out his hand to pull Lao Hang to the side of the pair of legs apart.

This angle...

Lao Hang was embarrassed to move back, and both blocked him.

"Well, it's too short. You still need to bend your legs, no." Shuangshuang frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed a button on the side, the chair automatically went up, and it was adjusted to the old hanging stand just right. Accurate location.

Lao Diao became more embarrassed, but Shuangshuang used a little force to push Lao Diao at once.

Ahem, the angle is really just right, aim.