Huang Hai stood at the entrance of Jun Zai Lai, confirming the information on his mobile phone: turn right on the second floor and turn right to the first room.
He walked in, and the lady in pink pajamas from last time saw him and greeted him familiarly.
Going upstairs and turning right, standing at the first door, there was an earth-shattering sound from the next door, Huang Hai blushed after hearing it for five seconds.
Stretching his hair back, he frowned, opened the door with wide eyes.
"Tiger Down the Mountain" is sitting on a small pink sofa, smoking a cigarette, still has blue eyes, yellow hair tied loosely on the top of his head, a few strands are loose, it is hard to tell whether it is fashionable or sexy.
A white shirt with a neckline open to the bottom of the pectoral muscles, a landscape tattoo looming, low-waisted jeans, a Japanese trendy brand, and a pair of long boots, with fucking straight legs.
Huang Hai felt that staring couldn't stop him, so he took out a thousand yuan from his bag and handed it over: "Why are you dating here again, your place?"
Dizang breathed out a smoke ring: "I've been working here recently." He didn't take the money, so he stood up and looked him up and down, "You're in good shape."
Being told by this long-legged brother Bao Meitong that he has a good figure, Huang Hai was a little flustered: "It's okay, I often play ice hockey recently."
"To discuss something," Dizang extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, "I don't want the thousand yuan, you let me make a film."
Underworld, foot washing room, filming... Huang Hai fried his hair: "It's not easy, I'm a fucking student!"
"how old are you?"
"Seventeen," Huang Hai felt a little cowardly about not being an adult, and said, "Eighteen at the end of the year."
"Don't worry, don't show your face," Dizang took out the SLR from his tool bag, "If you don't let me shoot, I will return the car."
Huang Hai saw that it was taking photos instead of videos, so he was not so scared: "That won't work, the car is used up, and I'll give you a thousand, and it's just your broken pancake car, do you still want to go to heaven?"
Dizang gave him a sideways glance: "Forget about taking pictures, the kid hasn't grown up yet, let's go home and play."
Huang Hai doesn't like to hear these words: "Whoever you say is a child, whoever you say has not grown up!"
He threw down his backpack and stripped off his shirt in a manly manner, with broad shoulders and a wasp waist, he wanted chest muscles and vest lines, but he was a little young, "In a few years, I won't be worse than you! "
Click, Jizo pressed the shutter.
There was a flash in front of Huang Hai's eyes, and a sense of shame of being regarded as adulterous rushed up: "You fucking..."
He rushed to grab the camera: "The underworld is amazing! The underworld learns from Wenqing to play photography!"
Jizo then pressed the shutter, and the two pushed and leaned on the massage table. At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and then the door was kicked open, and seven or eight men rushed in, held them down and shouted: "Police!" ! Anti-pornography!"