My bamboo horse can destroy the world

Although Yanzi is also a mess, but the aesthetics are indeed very good, and he does not need the waiter's careful recommendation at all, but he has prepared a very good set of clothes for Song Lin.

Yanzi carefully looked at Song Lin's figure. Before, he just thought that the child was very thin, but he didn't expect that after dressing up, he still looked pretty.

"..." This dress is really good-looking, and Song Lin has to admit that it is really good-looking, but apart from being good-looking, what Song Lin pays attention to is the scary price on the sign, "I buy it." Sorry."

"You can be regarded as a rich second generation after all, how do you look at the rustic clothes you wear every day?" Yanzi rarely sees Song Lin's face without injuries, "Recently, you have worked hard to get ahead. ? The wounds on the face are gone."

"It is indeed short of money." Song Lin sadly covered his little pocket, making a sad reminder, "I am ashamed in my pocket."

"You're promising." Yanzi glanced at him, "It's alright, alright, I know that this suit of your pity is on my account."

"Isn't that good?" Song Lin pretended to be embarrassed to spend Sister Yanzi's money, but he didn't seem to turn around and change his clothes.

"You brat." Yanzi twitched the corners of his mouth, "You still need to show some gestures when you're being polite."

Song Linhan scratched his hair with a smile: "When Shangcheng's salary is paid, I will buy a gift for Sister Yanzi."

"Whether you can make it to the top is still a matter!" Yanzi gave Song Lin a white look, "Brother Xiong and I will go together tonight, please behave yourself."

"Brother Xiong?" Song Lin was in a daze, and groaned and lay down on Fu Shangxiong's body, "Brother Xiong, brother Xiong, please don't take Sister Yanzi with you, I can't dance well when I see someone I know. If you don’t dance well, you’ll look like a duck, and if you really turn into a duck, I’ll be kicked out!”

It can be said that Fu Shangxiong didn't react at all, he just casually bit the unlit cigarette holder on his mouth to show that he didn't care about this matter at all.

In the end, Song Lin could only look at Sister Yanzi with a mournful face and gloat over her misfortune.

After all, Song Lin still wore a wig. After all, he didn't want to work here as Brother Xiong's younger brother, so as not to cause trouble for Brother Xiong. Song Lin chose a short hair that can half cover his eyes.

"Tsk, this melon skin hat." Yan Zi looked at Song Lin who had covered his vivid eyes because of the wig, and he had to say that he lacked a lot of youthful youthfulness, and instead had a bit of social atmosphere.

"Melon skin." Song Lin tugged at his hair on purpose, "Just look good."

Song Lin is actually just a melon skin. It has no effect and can make people slippery. He is shameless and has no connotation. After going directly to Shangcheng, the little white rabbit took a look at Song Lin: "The clothes are very beautiful. .”

"That's right." Song Lin was not modest at all, "With my figure, everything I wear is a standard clothes rack."

"..." Little White Rabbit rolled his eyes, "But you can't dress so conservatively when you're on stage, I've prepared stage costumes for you."

Song Lin took a bag from his assistant, and there was a set of clothes lying quietly on the bottom of the bag. Song Lin deliberately raised his orchid finger to pinch the vest inside, and looked at it carefully.

"Is someone among you trying to harm me? The clothes are cut out of shape, and I don't know how to sew, and I didn't hear that I have to learn to mend clothes when I come to dance?"

"Are you grandma?!" The little white rabbit was furious, "Who told you to mend it!"

Song Lin looked at the jumping little white rabbit and his boss was even more delighted: "I know, I know, should I change it?"

Every night on West Street is a sleepless night. Countless handsome men and beautiful women gather here in the brightly lit and gorgeous street. Song Lin used to be one of the customers, but now he is a staff member of Shangcheng.

Song Lin grabbed his melon skin to make sure it wouldn't fall off, and glanced at the stage not far away.

The atmosphere has gradually started to heat up under the leadership of the long-legged pretty girl. There are already people on the dance floor, and the hip-hop band is on their own. The place where I am about to perform on stage.

Fear?nervous?impossible!

Song Linke has never possessed such beautiful qualities.

If you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can do it, if you do it, you will know if he can do it!

The moment Song Lin saw the long-legged pole-dancing sister coming down from the stage, Song Lin rushed up. Not only did he rush up, but he directly wrapped his arms around the waist of the pole-dancing sister who was about to jump off, and dragged her away. return.

He directly pressed the pole dancer sister on the pole and made a quite provocative pose, everyone was stunned for a moment.

But this kind of daze was only for a short moment, and then screams and screams resounded through the entire space in an instant.

Song Lin curled his mouth and made a gesture of excitement to the people on the left and right, and the shiny ornaments wrapped around his arms directly blinded everyone's eyes.

The boy's unique slender figure outlines traces of health under the barely-clothed vest. Although he is fair but not immature at all, his abdomen, where the outline of muscles can be seen, is even more attractive under the black cloth.

The sultry movement just now was Song Lin's softness that he learned from the little white rabbit for an hour of practice, so that the waist has a tough but soft curvature, and it is combined with the softness that makes people spray green blood. The low-waisted trousers even made the white underwear inside looming.

In an instant, the atmosphere of all the sluts present exploded.

Song Lin really doesn't know how to dance, but he still knows how to guide the atmosphere. As soon as the pole dancing sister went down, Song Lin stretched out her hand to invite an unremarkable girl in the audience. The girls stretched out their hands in an attempt to grab Song Lin.

Song Lin grabbed his slender wrist from the inside and pulled him onto the stage. He grabbed the girl who came up with one hand and began to dance on the stage tonight.

There is harm in everything if there is a comparison. The people present are more or less just dancing casually but have not experienced training. Just now Song Lin in the audience searched for a long time before he fell in love with this girl with worrying dancing skills. As a foil.

As long as she dances poorly, it proves that he dances well!

What a perfect plan!

The girl was so fascinated by Song Lin's wicked smile that she even forgot to dance and just stood there covering her mouth and screaming non-stop.

All the audience, infected with the girl's astonishment, went into high spirits, and the corners of Song Lin's lips twitched when he heard the crazy voice in his ear.

"Those who come here are still reserved, they are all devils!" Song Lin bent down and lay on the ground, lowering his head with his cheeks to seduce those beautiful women, "I want to have sex tonight."

Immediately, many girls came up to touch his skin, and some people stuffed money into Song Lin's trouser waist. Song Lin was so happy that he simply lay down on the stage and deliberately made a seductive pose.

Sure enough, both men and women will be willing to spend money on beautiful and attractive things!

It is true that Song Lin didn't use any dancing skills, but only played to his strengths. However, Song Lin, who is full of appeal, has seduced countless handsome men and beautiful women in this sleepless night, and there is no room for money in his belt!

In the past, the money that could only be transferred by handing out leaflets for a day or two is now just thrown away by others. Song Lin can be regarded as enjoying the sweetness, and he has become more determined to work in Shangcheng.

"Not bad." Song Lin was already drenched in sweat after stepping down from the stage. What if the fans were too enthusiastic?

Song Lin has already begun to fantasize that he will have a fixed fan base after dancing and earn a lot of money for Shangcheng and himself, and then the little white rabbit will no longer dare to look down on others and ask him to go to work.

Today's opening was really good, and Song Lin began to fantasize about a better life in the future, but when he got in front of the little white rabbit, he only got a cold: "Passed."

"Just qualified?" Song Lin couldn't believe it, "Shouldn't it be excellent?"

The little white rabbit couldn't help laughing: "Do you think it's all due to you?"

"Isn't it?" Song Lin pretended to be a fat house and patted his non-existent belly, "This is all in stock!"

"If you didn't have the enthusiasm of other employees before, would you have the current effect?" The little white rabbit looked at Song Lin coldly, and it was inexplicably inconsistent to make such an expression on his delicate face, "Look at you Did you dance? It's like a pet dog crazily attracting the owner's attention."

Song Lin curled his lips, Dead Rabbit will make you regret what you said today, and beg me for mercy sooner or later.

"Don't let me see you like this again tomorrow. Although our Shangcheng is a place to entertain guests, we don't want to please every guest!"

"You are really doing whatever you want because of the connection behind your back." Song Lin didn't change his clothes, and his black attire added a bit of artistic effect to Song Lin's bad mood at the moment. "As long as you come to consume, the customer It’s God, I’ve never heard of people spending money and coming to you to be looked down upon!”

"Flaty will only lose the brand, Shangcheng cannot become such an ordinary bar!" The little white rabbit deliberately provoked Song Lin.

"Speaking of which, your body is more honest than anyone else!" Song Lin choked.

"What did you say?" The little white rabbit's eyes turned red with anger.

"You really think I'm stupid, the reason why you hate me so much and still keep me, isn't it..." Song Lin narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him with disdain, "Because you want to win over Brother Xiong and Brother Chao?" ?”