Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 210 The King of the Nightclub 17
In the short distance, King drove extremely hard.

He wants to suppress the small universe in his heart that is about to move.

Never make a fool of yourself in front of the other party...

Therefore, such a short distance may be more difficult for the king than the long distance in the past...

But it's finally here.

Wen Chun sat in the car safely, watching King get out of the car very quickly, no matter how you look at this back, there is a sense of fleeing.

King, on the other hand, took advantage of the opportunity of getting out of the car, went around to the blind spot of Wen Chun's line of sight, took several deep breaths, and suppressed his indescribable reaction.

Only then did he put on his gentle smile again, and politely opened the car door for Wen Chun.

"My dear princess, you are home..."

The man with a gentle smile does not have his hair done so meticulously, but has a few strands that are slightly curled up.

Under the soft sunlight in the afternoon, it looks a little playful.

It seems that all the good things in the world are in the person in front of him.

Black glass-like eyes, looking at you intently and fascinated, as if you are his everything...

It's no wonder that so many female customers are crazy about him, crazy about him, and bang bang against the wall for him...

The king of the nightclub is well-deserved...

Wen Chun stretched out her hand towards the beauty of the world.

King smiled knowingly, frowned slightly, and with some doting helplessness, he bent down and carefully picked Wen Chun up.

The white and slender calf was bare and rested on King's arm, and his feet swayed slightly with King's movements.

Under the sunlight, the white color is a bit dazzling.

Flickering, it seemed that it also swayed into King's heart.

Wen Chun looked at the king with his head down, and noticed that the other party's eyes always stayed where he was, and couldn't help laughing secretly...

I really can't see it...

Don't look at some people, who look glamorous on the surface, but are actually foot control!

Suddenly Wen Chun became more playful, and his legs dangled more cheerfully.

"Don't make trouble..."

The voice was lowered, with some provocative meaning.

Wen Chun squinted and saw King's eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly.

Under the sunlight, a shadow was cast on the tall bridge of the nose.

What a mascara...

King tried his best not to pay attention to Wen Chun's swaying feet, reluctantly closed the car door, and then walked towards the villa.

He knew that the person in his arms was his financial sponsor, but he didn't expect that the other person could be so wealthy.

Probably must be a rich man...

The appearance of the villa is okay, not much different from other villas seen along the way.

It's just low-key luxury...

It's not that his female customers have never been so rich, it's just that such rich people will naturally not let him go to the other party's house...

At most, open a room, or come to an apartment...

But today it is indeed "entering the room".

The woman in his arms is still restless, her hands and feet are dishonest...

Not to mention the little feet that tickle his heart like jade carvings, just talking about the other party's fingers is unwilling to be lonely...

The cool and smooth fingertips brushed across his collarbone, across his Adam's apple...

Itchy, with some restless taste.

He couldn't help sliding his Adam's apple up and down.

Pressing his throat, he said, "Don't make trouble..."

don't make trouble...

He is really going to make a fool of himself...

His forbearing appearance only got the laughter of the woman in his arms.

The laughter is very crisp, pleasant to hear, and unexpectedly charming...

He thought that for him, getting along with customers like this was just work.

The nature of his work compelled him to please his customers.

Kiss, even his body, was just a tool to get paid for the job done.

He doesn't have to care, and really can't.

This kind of sinking, giving up, can also live a good life.

Empty yourself of emotions, leaving only the instinct of your body.

Then indulge yourself like a robot smiling, kissing, and even going to bed...

And the real him is like a person watching a play, with a mocking smile on his face.

This is his body enjoying the pleasure, isn't it...

But the real him is watching from the sidelines...

Isn't this ridiculous...

But he met this person.

The other party will not be like other guests, even if they wish to pin him on the bed in their hearts, they will still put on a well-dressed look on the face.

The other party was very straightforward, and it could even be said that the straightforwardness was a bit blatant...

In the past, he should take the initiative to please customers, but now he is a little passive.

"What's the password..." King wanted to divert the attention of the woman in his arms, so that the other party would not always be like this...

So I asked without thinking about it.

Before the words fell, he began to regret.

He shouldn't have asked.

"Six and eight." Unexpected answer.

King looked down in surprise.

The woman in his arms winked playfully at him and said, "Don't tell others~"

King was stunned for a moment, and then a warm current flowed out from nowhere, and his eyes were a little sore.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he cleared his throat and responded in a subtle way.

Then he held the woman in his arms and stopped for a while.

"Open the door..." Wen Chun reached out to pinch King's well-shaped chin in dissatisfaction, and urged, "Open the door~"

"Ahem..." King looked embarrassed, blushing on his face, "I can't open it..."

The sound was not loud, but Wen Chun had to listen carefully to be able to distinguish it.

Then he gave a "puchi" smile.

Only then stretched out his hand to pinch King's face, and said with a smile, "Go inside, I'll press it."

King did as he did, turning his face slightly to one side.

It's not because of avoiding suspicion, and of course there is no need to avoid suspicion.

After all, the other party has already given the password.

He just felt ashamed.

He felt a little embarrassed at being so humiliated...

Hearing the door open with a ding dong.

The woman in his arms also signaled that he could go in.

"Go forward, go forward." Wen Chun directed.

Wen Chun didn't signal King to put her down until he got to the sofa.

"There are juices in the refrigerator. There are several flavors. Take out whichever you like."

King opened his mouth to say that he was not thirsty.

Wen Chun just heard a very natural sentence: "I want to drink orange juice, three glasses, thank you."

Then she looked at him expectantly.

He froze for a moment, then laughed, and got up to get the juice.

King handed Wen Chun a cup: "It's a bit cold, be careful."

Then he sat aside and watched the woman carefully hold the juice in her hands, puffing up her cheeks like a hamster, and sucking the juice from the cup.

Really cute...

Wen Chun drank for a while, stopped and looked at King: "Stay here tonight."

King's leisurely movements froze, and he froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)