He took a sip of the cocktail, then leaned into her ear and said
"Whoever of you can take down my brother today will get the money."
The beauty glanced at him, bit his ear and said
"What if we take them all?"
Ye Qingyang laughed, patted her butt and said
"Then double it!"
"Okay, brother, don't worry."
After saying that, the beauty also squeezed to the side of the little spider. She did not rush to lean her body up, which seemed too cheap.
Just kidding, which beauty who often hangs out here doesn’t have two brushes? Otherwise, who will pay for the drinks in the bar
Peter Parker couldn't even speak at this time. He kept staring at the small waist of the girl next to him in a dress that covered her navel. The smell of alcohol and perfume spread to his nose.
He couldn't help but ask
"If you wear so little, you'll catch a cold when you go out."
"Pfft—"
The girl in fishnet stockings laughed out loud. The boy was so silly and cute that she was embarrassed to do anything.
"Handsome guy, you don't drink wine and you don't even dance. Do you want to be here-"
The girl in fishnet stockings took the initiative and wrapped herself around like a beautiful snake. The little spider's body stiffened instantly, and the skin on his thighs made him unable to support him.
Not to mention that there was a good-looking girl wearing shorts and exposing her white thighs. When the light was turned down, the little spider could see the reflection on her big white legs.
The two girls squeezed the little spider in the middle. Peter was dizzy from the perfume, and there were girls' long and slender legs on both sides.
"Handsome guy, why don't you say anything? Looking at you wearing glasses, you must be a college student, right?"
The beauty in shorts suddenly became anxious when she saw that Little Spider was not taking any initiative at all. She even wondered if the boy wearing glasses had some physical problem.
How could Little Spider dare to look at two girls seriously? He had never been to these places before, and he didn't know what to say to a girl he had never met before.
"Okay, I'll buy you a drink."
Little Spider really couldn't find a topic, so he held it in for a long time before coming up with something.
He looked up to find Ye Qingyang, but Ye Qingyang's seat was already empty, leaving only a wad of bills on the table.
The little spider suddenly became a little anxious. He couldn't deal with these two experienced nightclub girls, so he hurriedly pushed the two girls away and walked out.
"Don't go, handsome boy!"
The two girls were unwilling to give in and wanted to hold him, but the little spider was not strong enough to hold him back, so they could only watch him slip away.
The two girls sat back downcast and were about to curse, but when they saw a stack of U.S. dollars on the table, they swallowed their curse words.
After counting, they found that there were more than 6,000 people. They were overjoyed that they had not been shot and they had made money. It was really killing two birds with one stone.
The jade trees were standing outside, and the snow was falling a little harder. The little spider suddenly shivered from an environment of more than 20 degrees to more than ten degrees below zero.
After calling a taxi, Little Spider returned to the rental house. Perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, he did not suffer from insomnia as usual and fell into a deep sleep.
Ye Qingyang
He has long been flying away in the Mark 4 mecha. Little Spider's growth did not happen overnight. Before he reaches that age, he will never be able to experience that special feeling. Life really requires experience. If there is no time to settle, others will The experience is just empty talk.
This was his first snow in the Marvel world, so he wanted to live a meaningful life. Wandering in the night sky of New York, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky, he was a little confused.
"Paul, call me—"
Suddenly, he stopped talking, because at this moment, he felt that he didn't know who to call. There were many confidantes in his phone list, but there was no one who could really get close to his heart and make him open up.
It's like dreaming back in the middle of the night. You drank too much. Who do you want to call the most
Wife
friend
It’s still her—
In the end, Ye Qingyang chose to dial a number
"Betty?"
"What's wrong honey?"
Betty's voice was a little lazy, obviously she had just woken up from her sleep.
"I have cigarettes here, do you have wine?"
Ye Qingyang pictured her naked appearance in his mind, and his heart suddenly felt hot.
Betty looked at the fluttering university outside, stretched out comfortably in bed and said
"Not only is there wine, but there are also beauties."
Ye Qingyang estimated that if there wasn't a moon tonight, he would have screamed in the sky and turned into a werewolf.
"Full Throttle Horsepower!"
Ye Qingyang's voice was trembling. He felt that if he didn't act, he would explode!
An hour later, Ye Qingyang was leaning on the bedside lazily with a cigarette in his mouth. Feeling the changing shape in his hand, Ye Qingyang felt that he had returned to the real world.
Sure enough, men will become philosophers when they are free. Only when they are busy will they stop thinking about things.
Betty climbed out of the quilt and wanted to return the mouthful of Wangzai milk to Ye Qingyang, but after several attempts, Ye Qingyang held her head down and couldn't move.
Betty Ross turned over with her mouth bulging and spit out the expired milk under the bed, then said dissatisfiedly
"It's so unfair. You can only give it to me, but I'm not allowed to give it to you—"
Before she could finish speaking, her little mouth was bitten by Ye Qingyang.
The high-pitched soprano beat the howling cold wind outside, flying over the community in a crazy drunken state. I wonder if it woke up the next-door neighbors who were still in their dreams.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute—"
Betty's voice was choked with sobs, as if a silver bell was ringing softly in his ears. Ye Qingyang's soul seemed to be lying in an inescapable love network, immersed in the scent of her dense perfume, quiet, gentle, and fluttering.
Betty's face was filled with a touch of red, as if she had drunk a century-old wine.
Ye Qingyang ignored Betty's obstruction, put his lips close to her round earlobe, and kissed the crystal pendant. The round, jade-like ears were more crystal clear than crystal, but they were drowned by her black hair.
Ye Qingyang also buried his face in the hair. He took a deep breath. The fragrance of his hair mixed with the body fragrance made Ye Qingyang feel as if he had inhaled tablets. He didn't know what age it was.
The black curtain outside the window is low, dark clouds are gathering, and the strong wind is gathering the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the city, the snowflakes are like soft silk threads, connecting the whole world.
The white, soft and weak snowflakes were just like Betty in Ye Qingyang's arms, constantly trembling in the wind. Sometimes they were blown up to the sky, and sometimes they seemed to be stuck in the mud.
Her voice was intermittent, vague and nonexistent, just like the gurgling water under the ice, more like the whimpering of the cold wind blowing through the eaves.