The door of the box on the second floor was not closed, and he saw Cai Meier sitting in the chair at a glance.
That look, that figure. . . Tsk tusk tusk, let alone give a thousand dollars, even if he asks him to post the money, he is willing.
The young yellow-haired man pointed to Cai Meier in the room and asked, "Is that her?"
The smile on Chu Yan's face was even stronger: "It's her."
The young yellow-haired man went in without saying anything, his eyes greedily back and forth on Cai Meier's chest.
Before Cai Meier came to say a word in a hurry, the young man pulled and pulled his body on his back.
As soon as her two soft balls pressed against the guy's back, the guy let out a nauseous groan.
Then the greasy hands grabbed her thigh and touched the base of her thigh.
Cai Meier screamed and pushed the young man away, shaking with anger.
The young man smiled evilly: "Is this sober? If you are not awake, I can take you outside to take a taxi or go to the hotel." He rubbed his hands as he spoke, and seemed to be nostalgic for the softness that he had just touched in his palm.
"Get out, get out of here~" Cai Mei'er was mad and wanted to swear, but Chu Yan was here, she couldn't swear out.
The young man grinned and said: "Why are the beautiful women so angry? I just wanted to help you, and I didn't do anything to you!"
Seeing that the young man didn't mean to leave, Cai Meier was afraid that he would do anything to herself again, and Chu Yan obviously didn't intend to care about her. He would be humiliated if he stayed again. It's better to leave now, at least a little bit. Self-esteem.
Cai Meier gave the young man a fierce look, then stepped on high heels and left.
Seeing that Cai Mei'er was dismissed by Chu Yan, his mood improved a lot, and he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Zhi'er still didn't reply to him. He sighed, put the mobile phone back in his pocket, and went downstairs to leave.
As soon as he walked down the stairs, the yellow-haired young man chased him up and reached out to ask him for money: "I want to leave without giving me a thousand dollars?"
Chu Yan paused and raised his brows slightly: "What have you done? I want to give you money?"
"Go out with that beautiful lady, one thousand yuan, didn't you say it?"
"Have you carried it out?" Chu Yan asked.
The young yellow-haired man smiled and said, "Although I didn't recite it, but if I recite it, you still have to pay."
"Why?" Chu Yan took a step back. Only in this way can he see the appearance of the person in front of him. After all, the other person is too short to stand close, so he can only see the top of his head.
The young Huang Mao said, "What you have said yourself will naturally count."
Chu Yan smiled lightly: "I remember you also said, carrying beautiful women, no money. Why, what you say doesn't count?"
The young Huang Mao was a little annoyed, and his voice became a little heavy: "Stop talking nonsense with me, if you don't give me money today, don't want to get out of this door."
Upon seeing this, the lady boss on the side scolded the yellow hair 10,000 times in her heart. She clearly wanted to blackmail. If you want to make trouble, don't make trouble in her shop. Who will pay if you break something
As soon as Huang Mao's words fell, several of his companions dropped the strings in their hands and stood up.
Huang Mao sneered: "Now it's not a thousand yuan thing. We have five brothers, each of which is two thousand. You can't get out of this door if you lose one point."
"Really?" Chu Yan twisted his neck and shrugged. He hadn't practiced for several days, just taking advantage of this opportunity to relax his muscles and bones.
He took off the black suit and shook it casually. The suit was gently and skillfully placed on a wooden chair more than ten meters away from him.
"Let's go together and save time." He lowered his head and unbuttoned his cuffs without even giving them a straight eye.