Chapter 142

Ning Shibai smiles.

"Well, this private room is for you to play with. Give me your clothes for a while."

"I'm afraid that's not good."

"I paid for it." Ning Shibai came to her with a curved mouth. "It's OK to rent your clothes."

……

The president's private room is like a small stage, with nine women in royal blue cheongsam singing and dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

On the luxurious sofa, there are only Zhan Fenglie and Wu Jinliang.

With his pipe in his mouth, Wu Jinliang squinted at the singing women through the smoke.

"The last time Xiao Xixi came here, hi PI, was on Saturday four months ago. I remember that it was raining that night, with his brother-in-law Zhang Enze and some friends. At that time, he ordered this room." He raised his chin and motioned to ten women: "here, these are the women in the service record. At that time, there were a total of ten women, and one of them didn't work here."

Wu Jinliang looked at Zhan Fengli with a partial face, "are you going to find Xiao Xixi's whereabouts?"

"Well." Zhan Feng hunted faintly to answer a, but a second or two, he again way: "this kid owes me a hundred million, so disappeared."

"Owe you a hundred million?" Wu Jinliang's eyes almost widened behind his glasses. He leaned close to him, reached his neck and asked, "who doesn't know that you and he are enemies in Jiangcheng? In private, many people say that you killed Qian Chongxi quietly, but how could you lend him a hundred million yuan? Does qianhaofeng know? Do you have any records of arrears? "

"No Zhan fengsha's voice is light.

Wu Jinliang couldn't sit still, "one hundred million! That's a lot of money. It's hard to do without debt records! "

Zhan Feng looked at him, and there was no emotion in his deep eyes: "so I'm here to inquire about his whereabouts. I'll ask brother Jinliang to keep it a secret. If you want to let qianchongxi know that I'm looking for him, I'm afraid it's deeper."

"That's necessary!" Wu Jinliang vowed.

A hundred million!

In business, Zhan Fengli is more reliable than Playboy qianchongxi.

"Why don't you ask a princess about that day?"

"Well."

Zhan Fengli answered faintly.

Wu Jinliang picked up the microphone on the table and blew it twice. Then he patted the microphone with his hand.

Of course, the speaker here is the best, but when you try the essence of the microphone, it will still overflow from the bone.

"That..."

As soon as he spoke, the nine women stopped singing and turned back.

Wu Jinliang raised his finger to the woman in front of him, "come here and accompany us, Mr. Zhan."

"Me?"

The woman at the front looks to the left and then to the right.

How could this great honor fall on her!

"It's you, come on! No ink

Wu Jinliang urged impatiently.

Zhan Fengli's personality is too clear. He is totally different from Qian Chongxi's personality. He hates to associate with women. In recent years, it's rare to see him on such occasions, let alone invite women to accompany him.

The princess who was hit by the lucky prize walked to Zhan Fengli and sat down.

This handsome man can't express his coldness just by his breath, which makes her dare not get close to him easily. As soon as she sits down, she will naturally be separated from him by a distance that she has never had with other guests.

Just then, the door of the private room was pushed open slowly.

A tall beauty with long hair appeared at the door

Because there was only music in the room, and there was no singing, Ning Shibai's rash pushing the door attracted a group of plump women in the room to look back.

There are many women here, and sometimes they don't know each other. It doesn't surprise them too much when she, a strange woman on duty, comes here. It's just that, compared with these plump people, she looks a little thinner, which makes her look a little abrupt.

She just came to confirm Zhan Fenglie's ugly face. Suddenly, she was noticed like this. Ning Shibai was a little dazed. For a moment, she was pestling at the door and didn't know whether to enter or not.

"Come on in, what are you doing there?"

This is Wu Jinliang's voice.

Ning Shibai presses the silk flustered in his heart and walks in calmly.

The line of sight catches that coquettish bitch, his line of sight is not in her here, it seems that the person who comes in is who, he does not care.

The light in this room is dim, and the dark light of the tea table is reflected on his white and three-dimensional face, which is more and more evil.

Beside him sat a plump woman, very eye-catching.

Why are all the other women on the dance floor?

Wu Jinliang has no woman to sit with him, but Zhan Fenglie has one?

Is this... Enjoying being watched?

Bathed in the sight of these people, she walked slowly to the middle of the dance floor, half behind the women.

Zhan Fengli didn't speak all the time. He just sat there quietly, and his whole body was indifferent.

"The girl after you, step forward."

Wu Jinliang's voice spread out from the speaker, which made Ning Shibai's body shake.

Dawdling did not go out, provoked her in front of the eight women all look back at her.

She walked out of the crowd with a stiff neck and stood at the front.

Wu Jinliang's eyes swept over her again and again. "What's your name?"

Ning Shibai was stunned, "Li Xiaoxuan."

Wu Jinliang didn't recognize her.

It's no wonder that the woman gave her a long black Straight Wig with imitation bangs and painted her a charming night scene. Even her nails were quickly painted white. It's no wonder that Wu Jinliang didn't recognize it.

The remaining light of eyes saw that Zhan Fengli's eyes also fell on her face, and the pretty face of that monster could not see any expression.

He didn't recognize her, too. That's great. That's what she wanted.

"How long have you been here?" Wu Jinliang asked.

"Yes..." Ning Shibai thought about it and said in a weak voice: "I haven't been here long."

Wu Jinliang asked: "not long, how long?"

"Less than a week." Ning Shibai lowered her face slightly, and her voice was so weak that she didn't look like herself.

In less than a week

Wu Jinliang glanced at Zhan Fenglie.

The women he summoned were all women who had spent money with Qian Chongxi in this private room four months ago. How did the women who had only been here for a week get involved?

Just about to get angry, Zhan Fenglie said faintly: "come here."

Summoned by this man, Ning Shibai can't help clapping in his heart.

That woman's make-up technology is very high. The make-up technology of a woman who can work in such a night show is not covered, it's easy to look like. In addition, this high imitation wig doesn't even know her own mother, let alone Zhan Fenglie.

Restrain the small heart beating wildly, she learns the appearance of these women and comes to him without delay.

Zhan Fenglie raised two fingers and pointed to the coffee table in front of him to signal her to sit down.