After the divorce, the boss tore off my vest with his own hands

Chu Zhixin's center of gravity lifted off the ground, her slender arms quickly hugged the man's neck, and she said vaguely: "Hey, you little oiran, you are indeed a professional, you play quite wildly, you are hugged by the princess as soon as you come, really sensible!"

She took advantage of the situation and touched the man's face again.

That strong and shapely chin is so beautiful, and the green stubble on it is a bit prickly, and the male hormones are full of it!

Under the envious eyes of all the women, Chu Zhixin was carried into a high-end private box in the bar by a man.

The decoration of this box is decadent, the lighting is ambiguous, and there is a large round water bed in the middle. It is specially built for rich people. It is difficult to be in it and not let people have wild thoughts and imagination.

"Little oiran, what are you bringing me here for? You don't know how to be an entertainer and prostitute yourself, right? My sister didn't bring any money with her today and she can't afford it. Let me down quickly!"

Chu Zhixin was struggling in the man's arms like she was drunk, but she still did not forget to set up her own character: "Sister, I am a person with a bottom line. Although you have indeed grown up in my aesthetics, I am not You're a prostitute for free, and my sister usually doesn't mess around. Once she does, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist..."

The woman said, pinching the man's perfectly contoured cheek with her long fingers, and smiled like a nympho: "Didn't your mother tell you that fair and tender, beautiful boys like you must be careful about women?"

"You calm down."

The man's voice was cold and gentle, and he gently laid her flat on the sofa, and then asked: "Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

As soon as he stood up, his long arms were hugged by Chu Zhixin like a koala, Nuo Nuo said: "Mom, don't go, I'm not thirsty, I want to drink?"

Mother? !

The man's thin lips twitched visibly.

This guy...how much alcohol did he drink to become so drunk? !

He asked coldly: "After doing this for a long time, you think of me as your mother?"

"You little courtesan, you are not good at all, why are you still scolding me?"

man:"……"

Chu Zhixin's eyes were dazed, she looked up and smiled naively at the man, and explained seriously: "I don't think of you as my mother, I think of you as my dead ex-husband..."

The man's superior and upright body was obviously startled and asked: "How do you say it?"

"Because you have the same ascetic temperament as him, especially your lips, which are like his lips, thin, cool, soft, like jelly!"

When Chu Zhixin said this, she reached out and poked the man's lips, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Well... the touch is the same, the QQ bounces, it's very sinful!"

"And your Adam's apple is just as sexy as his. Your chest is also lumpy like his. It's even more standard than a model's figure. Who can handle this?"

Chu Zhixin praised and took advantage of others at the same time.

After wiping, she was about to take her hand back, but the man's big palm held her small hand down, and he said with a faint smile: "Your friend said that you are in a bad mood, so let me be your interpreter. You must coax her." I want you to be happy. Since you can’t put it down with my body, I will be a good person today and let you enjoy it without taking your money..."

Chu Zhixin's cheeks were already red due to drunkenness, and now they were even more exciting. She giggled and said, "Little Courtesan, you are the top card in this bar. So many rich women are jealous and fight over you. You sold yourself at such a low price, if your boss knew, he would probably beat you to death!"

"Thousands of rich women are not as good as you. You regard me as your ex-husband. I can't serve you wholeheartedly?"

The eyes under the man's mask are deep and bright. Even though his words are deliberately provocative, they don't appear frivolous. Instead, there is an unspeakable affection in them.

At that moment, Chu Zhi's heart was a little tempted. When she met the man's eyes, her body seemed to be electrocuted. She woke up a little, shook her head and sighed: "Tsk, look, you are indeed a professional, this little mouth It's really good to make people happy, but... what's fake is always fake. My ex-husband is dead, so no matter how much you look like him, you're still just like a dead person."

The man's rather cold lips curved into a playful arc: "Seeing that you are so sad, you must have loved your ex-husband very much. His death made you very sad, right?"

"That's not true!"

Chu Zhixin burped and went to the sofa in a daze, looking up at the ceiling: "I just feel... it's a bit too sudden, like you are suddenly reading a book, it's the exciting part. , but the author stopped updating it. My ex-husband is a scumbag, but he shouldn’t have ended up like this!"

"That's all?"

The man seemed to be very dissatisfied with Chu Zhixin's answer, and asked in a deep voice: "Don't you have any feelings or any reluctance for him?"

"..."

Chu Zhixin didn't answer. She was still looking at the vast ceiling. As she looked, it seemed as if some fine dust fell into her eyes, and her vision became blurred.

The man observed her from top to bottom, saw the crystal tears in her eyes, and frowned slightly: "Are you crying?"

"certainly not!"

Chu Zhixin sniffed and said expressionlessly: "I have sand in my eyes."

"Is it?"

The man stared at her silently, and after a long, long time, he let out a long sigh: "You are such a drunk woman, and you are still so arrogant. It's really unlovable!"

His tall body was lying on the sofa, and he came closer to her unconsciously. His voice was as gentle and warm as the spring breeze: "If you want to cry, just cry as much as you want. Anyway, I am the emotional trash can that your sister bought for you." , all those who are unhappy can fall to me!"

"No, I'm tired and want to sleep."

Chu Zhixin closed her eyes, tears seemed to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Like a child, she hugged the man's arm again and said softly, "Just lend me your arm for a pillow."

There was something about this man that made her feel stable, and with the influence of alcohol, she quickly fell asleep...

Dimly, she felt a butterfly lingering on her lips, soft and itchy, which made her still unfinished.

This feeling was so similar to the feeling Sheng Tingye gave her!

"Well……"

Her red lips were slightly opened, and her slender arms involuntarily clung to the man's neck, instinctively wanting to ask for more.

But in the end, the man just patted her back gently and coaxed softly: "Go to sleep, silly woman!"

At the same time, the real courtesan Aze was tied up in the toilet with a look of horror on his face.

"Let me go, you... who are you?"

A man in black said condescendingly: "Stop talking nonsense, our master will lend you your identity for a period of time. In short... you can do whatever we ask you to do. Once the job is done, your reward will be indispensable!"