Not long after, the brightly lit bar was filled with a scene of singing, singing and dancing, and being drunk with money.

  In the top luxury private room, Zhou Jingyao was in it, accompanied by four or five young girls in scantily clad clothes.

  While drinking, Zhou Jingyao glanced at him from time to time, showing disgust in his eyes.

   This, the skin is not good.

  This, the clothes are not good, too much is exposed, too dusty.

  That one, the **** are too big, it looks fake at first glance, he doesn't like fakes.

   and that

   "Manager, is this the only thing you have here?"

"this."

The manager showed embarrassment on his face, but he still approached him politely: "I don't know what you like, let us find it for you." Although he felt that this person was too demanding, but if their bar could have such a backer, In the future, I won't be afraid of being squeezed out by Zhao's bar again.

   "Well"

   Zhou Jingyao frowned. To be honest, he didn't know what he wanted. All the blame was on that Sheng Jiaoyang, he was so aggrieved during this period of time.

  That woman doesn't understand men at all, and doesn't know that men's nature needs to be released. As for her, she will only suppress him from all aspects, causing him to bottom out now.

   It can't be his fault, that woman Sheng Jiaoyang and Ao Xin'er are simply two extremes.

  Especially when the hotel manager asked him what kind of woman he likes, the appearance of Jiaoyang subconsciously appeared in his mind, and he became more and more angry from embarrassment.

  He pulled a woman nearby and asked her to sit next to him: "You don't need to look for it, I think this one is pretty good."

   Isn't it just a skin, the inside is not good, so what's the use of being attractive on the outside. Why can't he find love and ask Liu, and she can have endless love? It's not fair!

  Zhou Jingyao frowned, and then thought of how flamboyant she was, and how that woman Sheng Jiaoyang jumped angrily after knowing all this, and she couldn't be happier.

   This time, it's finally his turn to feel proud!

  Thinking of this, the man hooked another woman next to him.

  The eyes of the **** woman were overjoyed, and she knelt in front of him.

  Zhou Jingyao sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his fingers hooked his chin, and looked at her for a while: "Okay, take off your clothes."

  So what about a woman dressed in prostitution, it's better than some women who are obviously promiscuous and pretend to be a pure saint. At least the women here know how to cater to him, follow his preferences, and won't be unreasonable like her, and he still has to give in to her.

  Aggrieved!

  Now, Zhou Jingyao only feels happy. He also couldn't tell where the joy was, whether it was the joy after the pressure was released, or the joy of taking revenge on her.

  The woman readily stripped off her clothes and knelt down in front of the man.

  The secretary can't stand it anymore, isn't it too irrational?

   "Isn't it." Too much?

   Zhou Jingyao suddenly raised his head and gave him a blank expression. Just now I was still hesitating whether to continue, but now I am more determined.

   "Get out if you can't speak."

"this"

  The secretary hesitated for a while, feeling that it was more important to keep his job, sighed, and went outside.

   It was just the secretary standing outside. Not long after, he saw a woman walking over with a group of bodyguards and assistants.

  The secretary managed to see the person clearly, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar by a bodyguard.

  Jiao Yang took off the sunglasses on his face, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Where's Zhou Jingyao?"

  The secretary raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed her in the direction.

   When Jiaoyang went in with a smile on her face, there was a lot of singing and dancing inside, but she didn't do anything excessive.

  Zhou Jingyao sat listlessly in the middle of the sofa, asking the woman next to him to dance all kinds of coquettish dances for him.

  There are pole dancers, ballet dancers and Latin dancers.

   When Zhou Jingyao saw a few people, he stood up instantly and looked at them in surprise.

"How did you come?"