I can see luck! People who get married in a vegetative state make crazy money

"It's just." He looked embarrassed, "The place where she stays is definitely not on the upper level. How can she be qualified to stay on the upper level?"

"The lower floor where she stayed is very dirty. I'm afraid it might stain your eyes."

I spent a huge sum of money to buy such a large piece of land in a good location.

Made into a club.

How could it really be the bright villa model in front of me?

Ming Nuan already knew where Ming Rourou went.

Just wave and ask him to take you there.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Wang immediately stood in front and led the way.

"You guys, follow up."

He was afraid that he would not be able to serve him alone, so he called all the waiters along the way.

"Miss Mingnuan, do you have any requests?"

"Although I said I came here to see Ming Rourou, I'm here anyway, why don't you come here to play with us for a while?"

"Whatever you want, you can get it!"

Mr. Wang finally seized the opportunity, but he still had to show off himself?

Ming Nuan had no expression on her face and followed him into the elevator, seeing that there were three floors below.

"I'm sure many people will recognize me later."

"I can disperse them first for you." Mr. Wang said immediately, today Mingnuan is the most important customer here!

"No need." Ming Nuan smiled. She just wanted those people to see her, "Just ask people to stop them and don't let them get close. I don't want to waste time by talking to them."

After Mr. Wang heard this, he immediately doubled the manpower around Ming Nuan.

When the elevator descended to the underground floor, Mingnuan could already hear the sound of heavy metal.

On the second underground floor, she could smell the smell of tobacco and alcohol through the gap.

As for the third underground floor, once it opens, there is a long corridor full of colorful lights.

This is where the club really burns money.

The lower three floors are for guests who are rich but have special hobbies.

The ones on the ground are for receiving guests with normal orientation, elegance and wealth.

It can be said to be correct.

And there are countless dead bodyguards guarding each floor.

Everyone who enters the underground will go through multiple confirmations. Like what often appears in TV dramas, it is impossible for upper-level guests to accidentally enter the lower level and something will happen.

And as long as you are a guest.

There will be a badge pinned to the chest, and no pig head without eyes will rush up to offend.

This is Ming Nuan’s first time here.

No badge though.

But she was followed by at least a hundred people, and Mr. Wang personally accompanied her.

Any fool knows that she is a guest not to be messed with.

Walk through this long corridor.

Many passing guests had already seen her.

After a long while, he showed a surprised expression.

"Ming? Mingnuan?"

"Is that Mr. Mo's wife?"

"It's Pei Zhengyan and Gu Mingzhu's daughter! Don't you know? You've been abroad for too long!"

"Master Ming, what a fool! I've heard of her reputation for a long time, and I wonder if I can ask her to help me tell my fortune."

Countless thoughts whispered in her ears.

But Mingnuan's footsteps did not stop.

She watched them pull out their phones.

He didn't dare to take a picture of her, but it was obvious that he was sending a message, and Ming Nuan raised the corners of his lips.

Pass it on.

It's best to spread the news about her coming to Lin Qiu's ears quickly.

Somehow.

Ming Nuan always felt that the matter of the two foreign killers this time had something to do with Lin Qiu.

After all, Lin Qiu just came back from abroad, right?

Soon, Ming Nuan was taken to a lobby that was not quiet.

All kinds of loud music kept coming from the lobby, hitting her eardrums.

It's a huge entertainment venue.

Men and women dressed to the nines stood off or on the stage, dancing to the music.

Ming Nuan saw many people wearing masks.

They all have a badge on their body.

Obviously, these masked people are guests.

The young men and women who kept dancing and showing off their enchanting bodies did not wear masks.

They are like goods, about to be picked.

They are also working hard to show off their "selling points" so that they can sell themselves at a good price.

"Miss Mingnuan, this is your mask."

Mr. Wang thoughtfully presented a golden mask beside him.

Everyone's masks are silver.

Only hers was golden, with dark patterns of rose flowers carved on it.

Under the light, it is extremely dazzling.

The light was very dazzling, but Ming Nuan still chose to put on the mask. Sure enough, as soon as the mask was put on.

The people around her who hadn't noticed her immediately turned their attention to her.

Especially those without masks.

"sky!"

She heard the excited exclamations of many people around her.

"Today we have guests of Golden Rose level!"

Mr. Wang immediately explained from the side, "Our guests on the lower three floors are divided into two levels: Golden Rose and Silver Rose. Those who reach the Golden Rose level will not exceed five numbers in the entire club."

"Now counting you, there must be six."

"Where is Ming Rourou?" Mingnuan sat on the stool, not caring about Qiangwei or Qiangwei.

"Come right away, I've already sent someone to call you," Mr. Wang replied rubbing his hands.

Ming Nuan sat down firmly against the sofa.

But soon, Mingnuan discovered that the loud music seemed to be behind her wearing a golden mask.

Get noisier!

And suddenly there were countless men and women around her.

These men and women wanted to be close to her.

As they walked in, Ming Nuan saw that they were not wearing masks, but they all had tag numbers on their bodies.

"Guest, this is for you."

A waiter handed over something like a menu.

Ming Nuan took it away and opened it to take a look.

I found that there were numbers one after another, followed by the appearance of the owner of the number, height, education, age and even sex life, all clearly written on them.

So that’s how these numbers are used.

"Miss Ming, if you have something you like, just pick it."

Mr. Wang enthusiastically recommended, “These I have arranged for you are all clean, don’t worry!”

After receiving Mr. Wang's recommendation, these people suddenly became more excited.

They don't know who Mingnuan is.

But just look at her figure and temperament.

I knew this person must be beautiful, rich and beautiful, a dream client.

So Ming Nuan felt that there were many more people on the left and right.

Young and beautiful teenagers, ascetic men in suits and gold-rimmed glasses, and even charming women with good figures all looked at her lovingly.

She subconsciously stepped back.

But his hand was pressed on his mobile phone.

The music was so loud that she didn't notice that her phone was vibrating.

There are already more than thirty missed calls on it.

And her finger happened to fall on the phone button.

I didn’t even know the call was connected.

Because at this moment, a woman was being chased, running away in embarrassment, it was Ming Rourou.

Her hair was messy, she looked crazy, and her body was covered with wounds of all sizes.

"Get away! Get away, everyone!"

"I want to go home! I want to go back to the Ming family!"

"I am the daughter of the Ming family!"

The people sent by Mr. Wang failed to hold her down.

Let her stumble out and run out, but there are many people here and there are many obstacles.

Soon, when she passed by Ming Nuan, Ming Nuan stretched out his foot and tripped her.

Ming Rourou fell to the ground in embarrassment, and in the changing colors of the light, she could see the person opposite her clearly with her swollen eyes.

She winced.

"Ming? Mingnuan?"

Ming Nuan smiled half-heartedly, "Hey, sister."

And that's when.

The men and women sitting next to them finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The young man lay next to Mingnuan's ear and called her softly: "Sister~"

Soon he was pushed away by another girl.

Ming Nuan's attention was completely focused on Ming Rourou.

She didn't notice the group of people coming over.

I didn't notice the name of the person on the other side of the phone.

Mo Shiyan.

In a lonely ward.

Mo Shiyan finally got through the phone call.

But on the other side of the phone, there was clearly audible, very explosive music.

And, a voice that was obviously that of a teenager.

It's sticky, infinitely flattering, and smells like honey.

"Sister, look at me."

Mo Shiyan froze.

But it's not over yet.

The young man seemed to have been pushed away by someone.

Then it was the voice of a young girl, "Sister, what are the good things about men?"

"We are all girls, girls can do it too."

Bang!

He slammed Mo Shiyan's cell phone to the ground.

Torn apart.