Chapter 292

Without Chen Hansheng's cheek, Wang Zibo can pretend to forget Shen Youchu before pinching his feet. He can only play a withdrawal drum at the door of the club.

"Xiao Chen, forget it."

"These are formal."

Chen Hansheng pointed to the welcoming ladies at the door: "don't think it's an informal place when they wear split cheongsam. It's just an attractive gimmick."

"Just like me, I smoke, drink, play cards and games, but I'm also a good boy." Chen Hansheng sincerely advised.

The female manager in the lobby of the club saw this scene. She was experienced and often hesitated when two men pushed and yelled at the door.

"Boss, since you're here, have a cup of tea."

The female manager took Wang Zibo's arm and said enthusiastically, "where is the boss? He looks very young."

"Sleeping trough, what eyes."

Chen Hansheng found himself left alone: "is there a stall handbag between me and my boss?"

Wang Zibo was fooled in by a man and a woman. The female manager asked with thick black eyelashes: "do the two bosses have acquaintances?"

Wang Zibo's head is confused at this time. Chen Hansheng doesn't want to hear these "cuts" at all. He directly said, "our brothers just pinch their feet, wake up and don't fancy things."

The female manager looked at Chen Hansheng and confirmed that he was telling the truth. Then she nodded and shouted to a little brother: "these two bosses don't drink tea. They take them directly to pinch their feet."

Then she left. There was no profit in pinching her feet. It was not worth the lobby manager to serve.

"We have a room for each other. I'm next door to you."

Chen Hansheng patted Wang Zibo on the back: "just think this is a pedicure place. Don't think so much."

"The pedicure light is so dark."

Wang Zibo muttered. In fact, he was nervous and afraid. He wanted to have a room with Chen Hansheng, but Chen Hansheng ignored him.

It was a middle-aged woman who pinched her feet for Chen Hansheng. As soon as she came in, she asked what Chen Hansheng did, where he came from and whether she had a girlfriend.

Chen Hansheng couldn't help but took out 50 yuan and put it on the table.

"I have a brother. When he saw his ex girlfriend's lovelorn tonight, he probably wanted to say a lot, but I didn't like listening to these things, so he fooled him here to see the world and bother me less."

Chen Hansheng pointed to the brand-new 50 yuan note: "you just pinch your feet later. If I fall asleep, the money is yours; if I can't sleep, I'll take the money away."

It worked. The middle-aged woman was very quiet next. Chen Hansheng thought about how to deal with Shentong company in his mind. He fell asleep soon.

"Boss, boss, do you want to increase the clock?"

An hour later, the middle-aged technician woke up Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng just had at least 20 minutes of deep sleep. He was in a good mood. He waved his hand and said, "no clock, withdraw."

"Oh."

The technician nodded and looked at 50 yuan.

Chen Hansheng ignored him, put on his shoes and went out.

"Thank you, boss."

The middle-aged technician bowed and thanked in the back.

Chen Hansheng came to the door of Wang Zibo's room, knocked and said, "Zibo, I'm fine, and you?"

No one promised.

"I'm ready, and you?"

Chen Hansheng asked again, but no one spoke.

At this time, the floor service brother ran over and said, "Sir, your friend is already downstairs. There was an accident."

"What accident?"

Chen Hansheng suddenly thought of many possibilities.

"Well, he kicked other girls and cried

"What?"

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When he came to the downstairs hall, Wang Zibo stood smoking at the door, and a little girl in uniform sat on the sofa next to him.

He covered his mouth and his eyes were red as if he had just cried.

"Xiao Chen

When Wang Zibo saw Chen Han rising down, he bowed his head and was very embarrassed.

Chen Hansheng looked at the little girl's mouth. Her gums were bleeding and her mouth skin was broken. Fortunately, it was all trauma.

"Well, why do you kick people?"

Chen Hansheng also wondered that he would rather believe that Wang Zibo was holding him up and gnawing at others.

"I'm not to blame."

Wang Zibo was also wronged: "the soles of her feet were so sensitive that I was nervous. She didn't know which acupoint she pressed. Her thighs felt as if she had been shocked. Her whole body was crisp and numb, and the tension of the instep was out of control

"All right, all right, what do you say in such detail? I don't write yellow."

Chen Hansheng impatiently interrupted: "it's just a nervous, kicking someone's mouth, isn't it?"

"Ang."

Wang Zibo nodded.

Chen Hansheng sighed, "are you a fucking donkey?"

The lobby manager was also nearby: "things are not big. You can give an extra 200 yuan on the basis of consumption. We don't deceive people. 200 yuan is to buy some snacks for the little girl."

"Yes."

Chen Hansheng nodded. 200 yuan is really not much. If Chen Hansheng was the boss, he might dare to speak in 2000, so he motioned to Wang Zibo to pay.

"I gave it to you again?"

Wang Zibo just paid for a meal and had only a few hundred yuan.

Chen Hansheng took out his cigarette: "I don't want to give you such a shameful thing."

Wang Zibo could only pay the bill. In fact, the total consumption plus compensation was more than 400. The female manager was very forthright to erase the change and only received 400 yuan.

Chen Hansheng thought it was good. It was the club next to the five-star hotel. He spoke and did things with a sense of propriety.

When Wang Zibo took out the money, he may feel a little distressed or nervous. In short, with a shake of his hand, the four notes were blown by the wind and rolled directly into the sky.

Chen Hansheng shook his head, pinched his feet, kicked the technician and cried, paid the bill and threw away the money. What a treasure.

However, this scene, if it seems to people who don't know the inside story, is a different feeling.

I saw Wang Zibo with his bag and cigarette in his mouth. In front of the club manager, he directly sprinkled all his money in the sky.

This posture, this demeanor, this spirit, not to mention a big man, but also a rich man.

Huang Hui, who was humiliated by Zhao Zheng's parents again, was sad to leave Jinling Hotel in a taxi. When she passed the club, she saw Wang Zibo's "forthright" throwing money.

At this moment, she even forgot to scold Zhao Zheng as a "scum man".

"Xiao Chen, don't come to these places in the future. I can't let go at all."

After going out, Wang Zibo complained angrily.

"It's like if you go to other places, you can let go."

"Then you say, where can't I go?"

"Can you?"

"In addition to bars and clubs."

"KTV, can you?"

"In addition to bars, clubs and KTV."

Before Wang Zibo finished, Chen Hansheng turned and left. Just as he was about to catch up, his face suddenly cooled: "Xiao Chen, it's snowing."

Chen Hansheng looked up. Sure enough, he could see snowflakes floating slowly under the light of street lamps. They fell on the ground and soon melted into a water stain.

"What do you think of?"

Wang Zibo was stunned when he saw his friend and helped him brush the snow on his shoulder: "did you make a snowman for the little fish last year?"

"Making a snowman is a specific event that can be remembered all the time."

Chen Hansheng shook his head and said, "I just think of a slim figure, an imperial sister who was born in the South and rarely saw snow."

"Do you like her?"

"I don't like it. She's not Shen Youchu and the little fish are beautiful."

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