Dangerous Contract

King Kong Barbie held Tan Zhen's hand and called out "Brother Zhen" one by one.

The scream made Tan Zhen flustered.

In recent years, he has seen many people with eccentricities, but he is still a little uncomfortable.It's not discrimination, it's just that I will tremble accidentally.

King Kong was very cheerful, raised his orchid fingers, twisted his body, and introduced himself as Yayang.

Tan Zhen remembered the moisturizing lotion he often sprayed on, so he quickly persuaded the other party to change his name and come out to play. It doesn't matter if you have a few nicknames.

Yayang rolled her eyes, leaned on Tan Zhen's shoulder, and deliberately lengthened the ending: "Then I will be called Xiaoya from now on!"

Tan Zhen choked on his own saliva after shivering, coughed for a long time, and even squeezed out tears, before saying: "Then... okay."

Anyway, moisturizing water can continue to spray.

Tan Zhen has nothing to teach Xiaoya, anyway, in this line of work, that's all.As long as you have a sweet mouth and a wink.

"Brother Zhen, look, is there a market for someone like me?" Xiaoya's pouty and plump lips could faintly see green stubble.

Tan Zhen nodded slightly: "The market is not big, but the stickiness must be very high."

Xiaoya immediately raised one leg, pulled her elbows behind her, and performed a cheering gesture of celebration.After a short moment of pride, he dragged Tan Zhenguai all the way up an alley.

Tan Zhen asked him where he was going, and Xiaoya smiled and said, "I'm afraid that hair removal will make you feel uncomfortable, so it's better for Brother Zhen to accompany you."

Tan Zhenwei sighed, looked at the time, and then looked up at the moon.

It was such a beautiful night, why would you be so stupid as to give up the triple salary and come back to accompany a big man to do hair removal?

"arrive!"

Not long after, Xiaoya took Tan Zhen to an old private house.

"You live here." Tan Zhen followed behind Xiaoya with pockets in both hands, and the two plunged into the dark corridor together.

"Hey." Xiaoya happily tiptoed around the door, took out the key and opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, Tan Zhen's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The house is full of colorful colors, as if it followed the children's room.

Tan Zhen turned his head to look at Xiaoya, and then looked at the room mainly in pink, with various contiguous pieces and small lanterns.

"Brother Zhen, sit down, I'll get you a drink." After Xiaoya finished speaking, she clasped her body between her hands and walked to the kitchen with small steps.

Tan Zhen was indeed a little thirsty, so he dropped a pink cushion and sat on the sofa, waiting.

After a while, Xiaoya came back with four or five bottles of beer in one arm, whiskey in the other, and two glasses between her fingertips.

"Hey," Tan Zhen laughed, and helped Xiaoya take off the things from her arms one by one, and put them on the table, "I thought you could make some sweet and sour fruit juice, yogurt or something."

Xiaoya blinked her eyes wide, and one side of the false eyelashes was not glued firmly enough to fall off: "Although there is a little girl living in his body, he has a real man's stomach."

"It makes sense, come on." Tan Zhen bowed to open Jack Daniel's, and poured half of each into two wide-mouth wine glasses.

Xiaoya pulled out a box of double-ball cigarettes from her chest, and the two of them pinched the pop-balls together and lit them.

Amidst the smog, Xiaoya leaned on Tan Zhen's shoulder, pointed to the dilapidated dolls in the corners of the room, and told the past of those little gadgets one by one.

Tan Zhen listened patiently.He is used to being a listener.

I usually listen to various customers say a lot to him.

Feeling the weight on her shoulders, she listened to Xiaoya speaking deliberately with her throat closed.Only then did he have a perceptual to rational understanding of the person around him.

The person is a bit coquettish, but quite cute.

Xiaoya recounted her past, turned her head to look at Tan Zhen, her eyes suddenly became ambiguous.

This kind of atmosphere is elusive to others, but Tan Zhen knows it all too well. He hurriedly hid back, picked up something and was about to change the subject.

It shouldn't, it shouldn't!

Tan Zhen looked at the things he pulled out from the corner of the sofa, and sighed quickly.

It was a black leather whip, he knew exactly what it was for, it was exactly the same as the one at Deng Xiaoxian'er's house.

Recalling that night, when Su Lang was clutching the tattoo on his wrist and the two were about to do something with the whip, Tan Zhen felt a little lost.

This was the third time this night that he complained about why he came back instead of staying with Su Lang.

"Brother likes to play with this?" Xiaoya took the whip from Tan Zhen, held the handle in one hand, wrapped the other end around her forearm little by little, then bowed and took it out from under the coffee table with the back half of her waist exposed. a spinning top.

"I picked it up, it's fun to spin the top!" Xiaoya said, got up and walked to the coffee table, flicked her high heels, and kicked the messy doll on the ground aside with her thick toes.

With a "whoosh", the spinning top spun rapidly on the floor in the center of the living room.

Tan Zhen got up and squatted aside, watching a Vajra Barbie wielding a whip and whipping a top. This scene was something he had never dared to imagine in his previous 20 years of life.

What is he doing?

Tan Zhen's brain ached from the whip that hit the top of the top.

These years, he has always been doing things he doesn't like, dealing with people he doesn't like, and pretending to accept everything, why?

He squatted and squatted, and turned into a posture with his arms wrapped around his knees. When his legs went numb, he simply sat down on the ground.

Xiaoya had a great time playing, not only did her high heels fly off, but she also took off her tight short clothes and threw them aside.

Tan Zhen just looked at the rotating lump of fat and a lone spinning top, and suddenly he didn't want to stay any longer.

He got up, patted Xiaoya on the shoulder, and said, "Have fun, brother will go back first."

"Let's go now?" Xiaoya quickly stopped the spinning top with her feet and held Tan Zhen, "We haven't shed our hair yet!"

"Wipe it on your body and wait patiently for 10 minutes, then take a shower and wash it off. I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable." After Tan Zhen finished speaking, he pushed open the door and walked away without looking back.

Tan Zhen dialed Su Lang before he completely came out of the old residential building.

He wanted to ask if the transparent experiment should continue.

On the other end of the phone, it was noisy.

Su Lang seemed to be surrounded by a group of men and women and psychedelic electronic music.

Tan Zhen couldn't hear Su Lang's voice clearly, but he could hear the woman beside him screaming because she was too excited.

"What did you say?" Su Lang opened his mouth, maintaining his usual tone, with an illusion of abstinence.

"Let me ask you, do you want me to come over now?" Tan Zhen raised his voice and brought the phone close to his lips.

"Why are you here? There are already enough people here." Su Lang's voice suddenly became more drunk and teasing.

After he finished speaking, he pinched the ass of the woman in front of him, stuffed a stack of banknotes into the collar of the boy next to him, got up and found a relatively quiet place to stay.

"No, I'm just...just asking." Tan Zhen suddenly felt his chest was full of breath, and that night of fun belonged to him.

But who is he?

When he was about to hang up the phone with a smile, he heard Su Lang say on the phone: "Tomorrow night at seven o'clock, come to me on time. Take the elevator I took you on today. The password for the private garden is 1919."

Before Tan Zhen could say anything more, Su Lang ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Tan Zhen stared at the mobile phone screen in a daze, his mind was full of the entangled images of Su Lang's smooth and soft skin and some seductive ghosts wearing masks in his memory.