Running Away Hand in Hand with the Second Female Lead

[If you don't come, everyone in the Finance Department will see what you gave to Mr. Chuan last time. 】

The author has something to say: I am asking for a picture of Mr. Qin riding a small electric donkey.

In the future, there may be a "Picture of President Qin and his Daughter-in-law Riding a Small Electric Donkey"

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Rou Zai kkk 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ashi, Ye Wuchu 1, I don’t remember the name 1, Ming Meng 1, Xiao Qingman 2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 3

Nine p.m.

There was already a wave of drunkards shouting at the entrance of the chaotic bar, and the deafening electronic sound of the disco came out. Qin actually locked the car, tucked his hair behind his head, looked up at the blue-colored plaque, and walked on his high heels. Go inward.

The dance floor is surrounded by a small fountain, on which a group of men and women are dancing, and the water curtain rises and falls with the lights. Qin actually kept walking forward, and when she reached the innermost door of Haoka, someone waved at her.

Qin actually thought about this face in his mind, it was the "friend" who sent her a message in the afternoon.

There were about seven or eight people in the card room, men and women were almost all sitting together in pairs, seeing Qin actually coming, one of the girls took the lead and said softly: "Ah, why did Xueba come to the bar with honor? Brother Qiáng , I really have you~"

Her voice was greasy, and Qin actually frowned uncomfortably.

That brother Qiáng seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit, he laughed slyly, sat forward, and shook the valuable watch in his hand: "Here you come?"

"Liu qiáng?" Qin actually asked.

"Why, don't you know me yet?"

Liu Qiáng, the name made Qin actually have a little image. In the early stage, a pào gray character helped Fan Chuan not less, but Fan Chuan, who was finally awakened, ended up miserably.

Lick the dog, lick the dog, lick to the end, nothing.

Thinking of this, Qin couldn't help but smile a little. He sat down on the armrest of the sofa and stroked his hair: "Tell me, what is it?"

Qin was born in a prosperous age, and he has been in the business circle for so many years. From the eldest lady to the female president, this little trick of the rich second generation is like how many times he deliberately embarrassed himself. Three or five crappy actors stirred up the atmosphere, and finally The outcome is not necessarily whoever wins.

The light blue light reflected on Qin actually's glamorous face. Perhaps the disdain in her eyes was too obvious. Feeling a change in her temperament today, several people present were stunned for a while, and looked at each other left and right, No one dared to speak first.

Liu Qiáng also saw that she had gone against the norm of being submissive. She couldn't hold on to her face. She gave a fake cough and swept over with a sly look. She picked up the phone from the table: "Qin Juan, I heard that you have a crush on Fan Chuan? Write a love letter today. Still caught by Ruan Nan?"

Qin actually turned a deaf ear, as if ignoring this cliché opening remark at all, his eyes returned to his face and his chin raised, as if he was saying silently: yes, fart, fast, let go.

Liu Qiáng became even more angry, and slapped the table: "What kind of domineering royal sister are you and me here pretending to be? Isn't it the same when you sent pictures to Fan Chuan?"

Everyone present didn't know whether they really didn't understand or pretended to be confused, and asked in twos and threes, "What photo?"

"Brother Qiáng, you called us here today just to see her photos?"

"No, it wouldn't be interesting if it was an ordinary photo." The provocative laughter sounded, and Liu Qiáng was even more proud. He pulled a photo from his phone and threw it in front of Qin actually.

It was a photo of pajamas in a silky white dress. Although the key parts in the photo are not exposed, the skirt still can't cover the snow-white slender thighs, but the whole atmosphere is full of the temptation of a private house.

He knew that he didn't do it by himself, but when he saw the same face as himself in this pose and was held in his hands by such a person, the coldness of his palms rushed up immediately.

It was just a moment of daze, and Qin actually leaned back on the sofa again, playing with his mobile phone casually with his fingers, and squinting at Liu Qiáng: "What do you want to do?"

Liu Qiáng had a panoramic view of Qin's panic for a moment, and his face became more arrogant: "Come on, guess for yourself, if you guess wrong, this photo will be available to everyone tomorrow."

"You want money?" Qin actually met him with his eyes.

Several people present seemed to have heard a joke, looked at Qin Juan and burst into laughter, and the girl next to Liu Qiáng seemed to be laughing to tears, and stretched her finger to Qin Juan's whole body: "Qin, I have no idea. Did you hear it wrong? Are you talking about money? Why don't you take a look at the dress you've been wearing since freshman year?"

The other one also answered: "Brother Qiáng, you are so cruel, you are actually afraid of sticking cheap lipstick on the cup, and you haven't even drank a sip of wine for a long time, you still have the heart to ask her for money?"

Liu Qiáng also joked: "I said I want money, you can give it? Come on, tell me, how much is this photo of yourself worth?"

Qin actually glanced at the photo on the table again, as if thinking for a while: "One hundred thousand?"

"Hahahahahahahaha 100,000..."

"Fuck can hear one hundred thousand from Qin's mouth..."

"I'm dying of laughter, hahahahahaha"

Qin actually seemed to be infected by this laughter too, leaned back and collapsed his lower lip, a pair of pure peach blossom eyes revealed a bit of unknown meaning.

smile.