After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

"Deng Huai, let's go to the Mei Se Club."

Yan Qing pulled Gu Qingyan into the car and spoke to Deng Huai.

Hearing the words "Meise Club", Deng Huai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Miss Yan, there's nothing good there. If you want to go to a club, you might as well go to the Never-Sleeping Imperial City."

A charming club is not a place for serious people.

There are men and women, most of whom sell flesh, but few sell alcohol. Their methods are not very clean and they like to use some shady tricks.

If Mr. Fu knew that he brought Miss Yan to Mei Se... he would probably twist his head off.

Miss Yan, you’re the same. Didn’t you say you were going shopping with your bestie? Why did you end up at a gigolo club?

"I have something to do at Mei Se."

Yan Qing didn't realize the meaning of his words.

“Is it open for business now?”

"Uh..." Deng Huai looked at his watch, "It should be open..."

Gu Qingyan's cold voice sounded: "That kind of place is open 24 hours a day. At this time, there might still be people dancing there."

Deng Huai thought, well, you understand quite a bit.

"That's right, I haven't been there." Yan Qing laughed, "It's good to see the world."

"Well... Miss Yan," Deng Huai said stiffly, "I think that place is not very safe. Especially for you and Miss Gu, who are so beautiful, it would be easy for someone to take advantage of you if you go there..."

"Miss, please wait for me outside."

Gu Qingyan seemed to remember something.

"There's no limit on smoking and drinking there. You'll definitely not be able to stand the smell if you go in there."

"Yes, yes, Miss Gu is right!"

Deng Huai quickly chimed in.

"You should wait outside. I'll chat with you. It won't be boring—"

"We are going to a private room, not a disco."

Yan Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"At worst, I can just wear a few more layers of masks."

What? A private room? We might as well go to a disco!

What are the private rooms in the Mei Se Club used for? Of course, they are used for fast food.

Miss Yan... fast food...

Deng Huai already felt cold sweat on his back.

Help, can he just say he has a stomachache and can’t go?

"Deng Huai, what are you standing there for? Drive."

Yan Qing opened his phone and looked at the route.

"By the way, let's stop by the bank. We need to withdraw some cash."

Help! This behavior is even more suspicious!

Deng Huai was almost in tears.

If you pay in cash, there will be no trace of the transfer...

By then, I will be the only one who knows that Miss Yan went to the gigolo club with her bestie...

What if Mr. Fu finds out about something afterwards...

He doesn't need to live.

"Ms. Yan... Miss Yan, my stomach hurts a little..."

"Ah? Are you okay?" Yan Qing asked with concern, "Then go back and rest. We can just take a taxi."

"…It's okay. I think I'm just a little nervous. It won't affect my driving."

On the way, while they got off the car to get money, Deng Huai sent a message to Wen Ci tremblingly, thinking that if he pulled one more person into the water, there would be one more person to share the responsibility.

[Brother Wen, Miss Yan and the others are going to Mei Se, what should we do? ]

Wen Ci's reply was also quick:

[Why the hell are you asking me? Don’t you have any idea? ]

Deng Huai wanted to cry but had no tears.

[Brother, what if they... I'm not sure about the boundary...]

Wen Ci replied immediately:

[Guess what, if a green light comes out of my head, who will die, you or Miss Yan? ]

Deng Huai swallowed his saliva:

【I guess... they all have to die.】

Wen Ci: [Then what are you talking about! Hurry up and follow me! Don’t leave me alone!]

Fu Group.

Wen Ci was replying to the message with gritted teeth when he was suddenly called out:

"Wen Ci, who are you chatting with so absorbed in your conversation?"

"Ah?" Wen Ci turned around and smiled very firmly, "No... no one..."

Fu Wangjin didn't say anything, just glanced at him sideways.

"…It's Miss Yan. No, it's not Miss Yan. It's Deng Huai…"

Wen Ci raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead - Brother, take care of yourself!

……

Charming club.

Deng Huai got out of the car with Yan Qing and the others, carrying two bags full of cash.

Before entering the door, Gu Qingyan put his leather hat on Yan Qing's head, carefully pulled up the layers of masks on her face, and pinched her nose:

"Should I wear more layers? Why do I feel like it's not protecting me enough?"

"No." Yan Qing's voice was muffled, "It's already very thick, I'm almost running out of oxygen."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Gu Qingyan smiled and raised his hand to touch Yan Qing's head.

"You look like a little kid. Don't worry, with a fierce god like me standing next to you, no one will dare to come over."

Yan Qing: "...I think Deng Huai is more professional. Please step back a little."

As the three of them stepped into the clubhouse's door, they were greeted by a strong wave of sound and light.

The colorful lights intertwined and flickered, forming a dazzling sea of ​​light; the dynamic music surged like a tide, filling the entire space.

The crowd danced to their heart's content on the dance floor, their bodies swaying to the rhythm. Smoke filled the air, and laughter, shouts and screams rose and fell, forming an exciting symphony. The atmosphere was at its climax.

So this place seems pretty normal.

The first floor is open to the public, so it is the most normal. It becomes increasingly ridiculous as you go up.

Gu Qingyan looked around and quickly grabbed a man in a suit, took out two stacks of banknotes and slapped them on his chest:

"Here's the tip. Take us up."

The man took a look at the dark punk Gu Qingyan, then looked at Yan Qing who was wrapped tightly, and Deng Huai who was carrying a bag, and instantly understood -

Some important person must have come, and he’s afraid of being photographed and exposed... Hehe, big business is coming.

He took Yan Qing and others directly to the eighth floor and booked a private room as he understood.

Yan Qing sat on the leather sofa, took off layer after layer of masks, and finally took a breath.

"I heard that the male models here are pretty good looking."

Gu Qingyan crossed his legs, with the corners of his lips raised high.

"Call them all here so that our young lady can choose carefully."

"Well..." the manager said with an apologetic smile, "Some of our young men are still working in the field, don't you think? Of course, those of us who stayed at the headquarters are also quite outstanding."

"Let everyone here come up first." Gu Qingyan said impatiently, "Hurry up, don't make our young lady wait anxiously."

"well……"

The manager took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, then turned to leave while searching in his mind to identify this person.

After he left, Yan Qing silently punched Gu Qingyan.

“Hahahahahahaha…” Gu Qingyan’s eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, and his waist couldn’t even straighten up, “I found that I quite like cosplaying as your bodyguard——”

As he was smiling, the door opened and Gu Qingyan returned to his previous arrogant expression.

The manager entered with more than 30 male models. At first glance, all of them were over 1.80 meters tall with good figures. Some of them even looked a bit like popular stars.

"Go away." Gu Qingyan threw another stack of bills to the manager, "Don't be an eyesore here and ruin our young lady's mood."

"Okay, whatever you like!"

Deng Huai shuddered and vaguely saw his own mourning hall.

Yan Qing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke:

"You guys, raise your heads and let me see."