Dressed as a wealthy dude and spoiled

At the company, Shen Xiuzhu was almost too busy. He wanted to have dinner with Song Jingyao, but found that the table was empty.Although I expected that he might sneak away, when I actually saw it, I was really not in a good mood.

He walked over, glanced down, and picked up the post-it note stuck in the middle of the table, on which was written in a flying pattern - I quit!

The pen is sharp and sharp, revealing the master's rebelliousness.

The most gratifying thing is that an ugly and cute pig's head was drawn next to it, and an arrow was drawn, and the pig was named Shen Xiuzhu.

Shen Xiuzhu smiled, and said in a low voice: "The painting is pretty good."

so cute.

Same as high school.

After looking at it for a while, he checked the work assigned to Song Jingyao today, and found that it was all done well.

The smile on the corner of Shen Xiuzhu's mouth deepened, and before leaving, he did not forget to carefully fold the post-it notes and put them in his pocket.

……

On the other side, the man Shen Xiuzhu thinks is cute is flying around in the clubhouse, feeling very happy.

In the usual VIP room of the dandy group, a few people played a game of billiards, betting five figures at random.After Song Jingyao came, he also joined in. He played billiards smoothly, and when he came, the money in other people's pockets turned into butterflies and flew away, so depressed that he died.The money is gone, the problem is small, the key is to lose face if you lose too much.

Liang Ming's level of billiards was not very good. He was the first one to throw sticks instead of playing. He leaned against Song Jingyao and hooked his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Brother Yao, have you heard?"

Song Jingyao said lazily, "What's the matter?"

Liang Ming put his hands around his mouth mysteriously, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to try being a man?"

Song Jingyao was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, thinking that his sexuality had been exposed, he panicked.He clenched his fist, pretending to be impatient, "What do you mean?"

Liang Ming chuckled, "Brother Yao, don't be angry, I heard that the youngest son of the Sun family fell in love with a popular young meat, and he was so fascinated that he fell out with the family and left the house ugly. Isn't this curious? How can a man be so good? He's so hard, how can a woman be as soft as a woman."

Another dandy who often had fun together opened his mouth and said, "Isn't there a male publicist in the clubhouse? You'll know if you call to see it."

Just because of a momentary curiosity and greed for novelty, calling the male publicist of the club to come and serve him is indeed a dandy style.

The playboys were all booing, and they had a lot of fun, and immediately asked the manager to bring people over.

Song Jingyao was surprised by this unfolding, saying on the surface that I am not interested in men, you play by yourself, the villain in your heart is already ready to dance!I thought I would have to wait until the heroine's plot line is finished before I can let go of the game, but I didn't expect happiness to come so quickly like a tornado!

It's not that he collapsed!It was a bad friend who forced him!He didn't do it voluntarily!

Song Jingyao was overjoyed.

After a while, the manager brought a few handsome men over, and there were quite a variety of types.

Tall and fit, elite with glasses, puppy with red lips and white teeth, shy and cute...

Considering that some of the regular customers are looking for a male publicist for the first time, the manager is very prescient, and all the male publicists who are looking for are relatively natural and well-proportioned, without big muscles, and even the only one who is fit is undressed and has flesh to wear The clothes look thinner, so as not to be disgusted and resisted by distinguished guests.

Since they said they wanted to play, of course the dandies had no reason to back down, and each of them quickly chose someone according to their own preferences to come and drink and chat with them.

Accompanying Song Jingyao was that little milk dog, with handsome features and a clean demeanor, wearing a white shirt and slacks, he must be a school grass-level figure in school.Song Jingyao didn't know what to say, so the little milk dog first picked up a light topic, and after chatting for a while, he realized that he was worthy of being a male publicist, he was very good at coaxing people, sweet and humorous, flattered customers without any trace, and made people relax , sat very close, but very well-behaved, not hastily getting intimate, but gradually testing the acceptance of the guests.

Song Jingyao was coaxed very happily, and ordered several bottles of expensive foreign wine, all of which were recorded under the name of the little milk dog. The little milk dog smiled happily, showing a cute little canine tooth, "Thank you Brother Yao~"

Song Jingyao couldn't help touching his head, it was really soft and felt good.The little milk dog still rubbed against his palm in a very dependent manner, and the soft hair ran through his fingers.

It is quite similar to Shen Xiuzhu when he was a child, but his appearance is not cute enough.Thinking of this, Song Jingyao froze for a moment, why did he suddenly think of the hero?Hold on!

Song Jingyao was distracted, took a sip of wine, turned his head to look to the other side, and almost couldn't help laughing.

Others picked handsome young men, but Liang Ming didn't take the usual route, and ordered that fit man to serve him. The public relations man was taller than Liang Ming, and when they sat together, it seemed that Liang Ming was a bit taller than him. With the taste of a little bird and a person, Liang Ming is also a fair-skinned and handsome romantic son, and he doesn't know who is picking whom.

The fit man didn't talk much, but a few words occasionally seemed to make Liang Ming very happy, and he drank one cup after another of the wine he poured.Being able to hang out with Song Jingyao, Liang Ming is naturally a well-known second-generation ancestor in the circle. He loves to play and is crazy. He is like a wild horse without a rein. Also because of that temper, his girlfriend changed every two months, so Song Jingyao was quite surprised to see that this male publicist could coax Liang Ming.

At this time, a hand wrapped around his arm, Song Jingyao subconsciously turned his head to look over, and found that it was the little milk dog's aggrieved eyes, and said resentfully, "Why does Brother Yao keep looking at Edward? Am I bad?"

Song Jingyao coughed, surprised by his small eyes, "...Edward?"

The little milk dog's eyes became bright again, and he became happy, "It's fine if you don't know, you don't need to know. Uh...does Brother Yao know my name?"

Song Jingyao paused, after chatting for so long, he really didn't care.His silence made the little milk dog even more depressed. Looking at him like that, Song Jingyao suddenly felt a little scumbag.

The little milk dog muttered, "My name is Spencer."

Song Jingyao smiled, "The name sounds nice and suits you very well."

When the little milk dog heard it, the invisible tail behind him swayed happily, and seemed to bark twice, pouring wine for Song Jingyao excitedly.

People in the clubhouse don’t use their real names, they use an English name as their work title. Song Jingyao found out that this name is not random. At least Edward and Spencer both look a bit like the protagonists in American dramas, one is a pale and handsome vampire, and the other is a dumb Adorable and sensitive genius.

Drinking, chatting and playing games, time passed quickly, Song Jingyao noticed from the corner of his eye that it was already ten o'clock, so he decided to go back home.After all, he had already left early today, and if the male protagonist came later to arrest him and go home, he might be charged with two charges.

Song Jingyao said he wanted to leave, but the little milk dog was reluctant to leave immediately, with pitiful eyes, Song Jingyao agreed to look for him next time, he regretted it as soon as he said it, but he was relieved to see that the dandies around him were not shocked .After all, who would have thought that a group of their second-generation ancestors, who were having a good time, called a male publicist and just got together to drink and chat.

Having fun this evening, Song Jingyao got rid of the depression of working all day. He drove home humming a song, and decided to take a look at the BL Xiao Huang Man confiscated from Su Ran.

The author has something to say: Yaoyao: They forced me!I didn't do it voluntarily!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! (Excited to the point of falling.jpg)

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