Dear girl

When Song Xinci arrived in Yangchuan, it was already 01:30 in the morning.According to the regulations of the local transportation management office, passengers are not allowed on the return journey. The price was agreed with the driver in advance, and it cost [-] yuan.

The night breeze was cool, and Song Xinci was standing outside the studio fence.Cheng Yang had been waiting for a long time, and he walked up to take the suitcase excitedly, and said, "Boss, you are finally back."

Song Xinci glanced at the balcony of the room and asked, "Would you like to sing?"

"Do you need to ask?" Cheng Yang looked at himself as he said, "Should I change my clothes?"

Song Xinci made a gun gesture with one hand and praised: "Cool."

Cheng Yang smiled knowingly: "I think so too."

So Cheng Yang wore this very flamboyant pink shirt and white trousers and followed Song Xinci to the Chunjiang Huayue Clubhouse.

"Aren't we going to Brother Lang's Alice?"

Song Xinci waved his hand to Zhang Ya at the bottom of the steps, and replied, "I'll help him collect information about the enemy."

Zhang Ya got off work at nine o'clock and didn't go back. She was waiting for Song Xinci in the clubhouse.

"Aren't you going to work tomorrow?" Song Xinci asked.

Due to professional reasons, Zhang Ya felt embarrassed and couldn't bear to look Song Xinci in the eyes, looked left and right, and said, "I'm on vacation tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Xinci glanced at the clubhouse behind Zhang Ya, the gradient neon lights were like water covering the side of the building, flowing with ambiguous thoughts.

"Why didn't you come to us?" she asked.

Zhang Ya hesitated: "I don't plan to do it for long..."

**

One is a night KTV, and the minimum consumption in the small private room is [-] at night.

Zhang Ya said: "I've inquired about it, sister Yaoyao is assigned to 304, on the third floor."

The third floor is full of small bags, 307 ordered by Song Xinci.

She said: "We secretly, don't let your sister Yaoyao find out."

Zhang Ya nodded like pounding garlic.

Even though she has seen it before, when Xia Yao sees the picture on the screen again, her thoughts are still greatly impacted.

Every night from 09:30 to 11:30 is the special time of this club. Rows of scantily clad ladies will take turns to perform "talent" in the center of the hall on the first floor. number plate.Each room will broadcast the performance in real time, and guests on the first floor can also watch it through the glass window reserved, and guests can directly click to sit on the stage if they are fancy.

In addition to this, the mothers will also bring their young ladies in one by one for people to choose from, wave after wave.

Xia Yao was drinking quietly on the sidelines, those charming or alluring young faces flashed in her mind, and she seemed to be stuck in something.

Seeing Xia Yao's sullen expression, Zhao Xiaoqian thought it was funny, covered her mouth with one hand and said in a low voice: "A clubhouse is the most plain, don't look at how little they wear, they actually don't do that kind of thing."

Xia Yao recalled the skinny face of the woman she met on the stairs that night, and asked in a low voice, "How about the second and third buildings?"

"I've also heard that there are many services we can't see, anyway, they come for everything, both men and women..."

At this time, the guests had already chosen their favorite ladies.Zhao Xiaoqian was also going to greet the guests, she said to Xia Yao: "It's okay, just do a good job of serving, we have people who watch the scene, they generally don't dare to mess around." She tossed her hair, "If you want to find excitement , that's another price."

**

Cheng Yang held the microphone in one hand and looked at Song Xinci with a distressed expression: "Boss, are there just the three of us?"

"How else do you want to drink it?" Song Xinci wiped his hands with a wet towel, picked a bottle of Mingshi from the ice cube bucket, and filled a glass of wine himself.Neither the princess in the box nor the beauties are wanted, she is not here for fun.

Zhang Ya picked up a basin of ice cubes from the small refrigerator in the private room, put a few pieces in a wine glass, glanced at Cheng Yang who was ordering songs in the corner, and a heart of gossip was burning, and she moved to Song Xinci's side, using her voice Ask in a low voice: "Is he gay?"

He has a dark brown oblique punk hairstyle, a blue titanium steel stud earring on his left ear, perfume, a backpack, and a pink shirt... With such an attire, it's hard not to make people doubt his sexuality.

Song Xinci shook his calf, smiled incomprehensibly, and urged: "I don't know, why don't you go ask for his WeChat account and try."

Zhang Ya looked at my doubts that you don't come here, picked up the only glass of juice in the private room - watermelon juice, bit the straw and took a sip, and said with a little woman's face: "Although he is very handsome, but I have a boy. friend."

The tone was a little proud and a little showing off. This is not an answer, it's clearly just throwing dog food.

Song Xinci cooperated very well, he let out a huff as if he was being abused, turned his head to Cheng Yang who was still ordering songs, and said, "Order a song by Sister Fei for me, thank you."

Cheng Yang raised his head, and I smiled in anticipation, and said, "I knew you were going to sing, it's already ordered."

Song Xinci: "You understand me."

Cheng Yang raised his hand and flicked his bangs: "I understand you."

Zhang Ya: "..."

Does Sister Yaoyao know about this?

Cheng Yang ordered a good song, sat on the stool, and held Limai in both hands. When he spoke, he seemed to be a different person, serious and devoted.Zhang Ya was spinning the turntable by herself, when she heard Cheng Yang singing, she raised her head in surprise and said, "This is the original song..."

Anyway, it's the singer she signed. Although she is not very famous yet, at least she can be on the stage.Song Xinci raised his eyebrows, and said calmly: "Yes, he is the original singer."

Zhang Ya touched her clothes: "Then I'll go get an autograph."

Do you know him, you are about to sign.Song Xinci said: "Please do something."

Zhang Ya was flattered: "Where is it, sister Xin, tell me."

"Tell your foreman, as long as it is your sister Yaoyao's working hours, I will book this private room."

Envy, envy, hate, the rich second generation is good, with a wave of hand, there is no frown.Zhang Ya said with tears in her eyes: "Okay... I will watch over sister Yaoyao so that no one will bully her."

Song Xinci smiled and picked up the microphone: "I'll just take a look."

After singing "Open to Tumi", Song Xinci pushed open the door of the private room, looked left and right, and walked out cautiously.Zhang Ya followed behind her.

The two walked to 304, Song Xinci patted Zhang Ya's arm, pointed to the glass window, and signaled Zhang Ya to take a look first.

Zhang Ya swallowed, and was about to go over when she was pulled back, Song Xinci mouthed: "Bend over."

Zhang Yabi said OK.

The two took turns.When I came to Song Xinci, I raised my head and glanced inside, then bent down, saw nothing, and leaned against the door to listen again. There was nothing wrong inside.She just didn't want anyone to bully Xia Yao.

When the security guard saw the surveillance camera approaching, Zhang Ya greeted them silently, and left when she saw that it was one of her own.

**

Xia Yao picked up the cigarette butt on the ground and glanced at the glass window, feeling strange.

At this moment, a man sat over, grinned greasyly, and asked, "Beauty, what is your WeChat account?"

Xia Yao didn't look at the man, and flatly refused: "I don't have WeChat." After speaking, she walked to the other side, pretending to tidy up empty wine bottles.

Interesting, getting ready to catch up.Zhao Xiaoqian came over with quick eyes and hands, holding two glasses of wine, and said in a coquettish tone, "Boss, I would like to toast you." As she spoke, she glanced at Xia Yao with a kind smile in her eyes.

Xia Yao's heart warmed up and she pursed her lips, but this occasion is not suitable for thanking her.

The first day of work officially went smoothly.At four o'clock in the morning, after seeing off the last group of uncles, Zhao Xiaoqian took off the delicate and charming disguise, took out a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes from her bag and put them on, and said sincerely to the high heels in both hands: "You know, if it wasn't for money , I really don't want to wear you for a second."

After leaving the clubhouse, Xia Yao looked at the night sky, Song Xinci's face flashed in her mind, she smiled, and said to Zhao Xiaoqian beside her, "Thank you today."

"Small things." Zhao Xiaoqian waved her hands generously, and looked at Xia Yao, "But seriously, sister, I don't think you, how should I put it, don't look like you are in this line of work, or you are not suitable for this line of work."

"Who is born like that?" Xia Yao said, her gaze followed a lady in the same private room as she got into a black Mercedes, leaving only a circle of exhaust fumes.

"Didn't you say they won't go out..."

Zhao Xiaoqian had a familiar expression on her face, she didn't care too much and said, "That's what they did voluntarily."

Xia Yao looked at the dim road under the street lamp, extending to the empty end.The shadows of the trees on both sides of the street are whirling, and it is used to seeing everything in the wind and rain, so it is not surprised by anything.

Either good or bad.

But people are different.

"Do you think they were voluntary from the beginning?" Xia Yao said.

"That's rare." Zhao Xiaoqian shook her high-heeled shoes, "Some people start to give up on themselves because they were cheated by scumbags. Also, the temptation in this world is too great. If you don't go for five thousand, you can't go for ten thousand. If you don’t go, if you don’t want to go for [-] yuan, some people are really willing to throw it away. From zero to one is difficult, and from one to one hundred is easy. If you take a step, it’s hard to get on the shore.”

"En." Xia Yao nodded, "Then do you think this kind of soil that makes people go from zero to one should exist?"

Zhao Xiaoqian was obviously choked by this serious question, and laughed out loud: "Let me just say, sister, you are not suitable for this job. This society is so realistic."

Xia Yao looked at Zhao Xiaoqian and asked, "Society, what do you think society is?"

Zhao Xiaoqian stared at Xia Yao, and after a few seconds, she asked solemnly: "Sister, you are here to write a thesis, right? Ethical research at night." After speaking, she laughed and bent over.

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