Chapter 42 (1/2)

On the overpass of Lanjiang City, neon lights crisscross, and cars and horses are like dragons.

Arbor driving, has been on the road around the city for two circles, still did not find out the boss's mind.

”Mr. Ling, do you need to go somewhere?”

Ling Han's face in the back seat was calm. After hearing this, he asked, ”what time is it?”

Arbor slightly a Leng, ”nine seventeen.”

Ling Han looked out of the window again. He seemed to be in a trance. There was a trace of exhaustion between his eyebrows.

Generally, when Linghan looks like this, he likes to go to some busy places.

Arbor boldly suggested,

”There are some new bars in Tian Shufang. If you are interested, I can show you there.”

Ling Han didn't speak, seemed to be silent approval.

Right should be the default. Anyway, I've been on the road for two or three hours, and I'm going everywhere. Qiaomu turns to the downtown area where I get off the overpass in front of me.

Lanjiang city at nine o'clock in the night, the lights are too bright, more gorgeous and attractive than the day, he decorates the city with extremely gaudy make-up, full of human feelings and fireworks, all the lights seem to be bright for you.

When the car arrives at Tian Shufang bar street, Qiaomu stops the car, takes Linghan through the new bar crowd, and finds a secluded card seat behind the dance floor to sit down.

Ling Han's appearance is quite outstanding. In addition to his expensive suit, Jiang shidanton on his wrist is a symbol of his identity. Just as he sat down, he attracted a lot of wild bees and butterflies.

Arbor just went to a bathroom, there is courage to come up to chat up.

”Handsome, alone?” The woman in Sao pink buttock skirt has a big blue wave on her shoulders, which is quite artistic. If you look at it carefully, although it is heavy makeup, it is quite natural. There is no sharp chin with excessive plastic surgery, and there is no apple muscle with too much hyaluronic acid. This is the old way of chatting up

Some.

It's not a first-class beauty, but it's also a second-class beauty.

The average man who can get this kind of money in the nightclub now almost feels that this trip is not in vain and is worth the ticket price.

Ling Han, of course, can't avoid vulgarity. During the day, because of Ye Huanyan's affairs, he is now depressed. He wants someone to amuse himself. Even if he is vulgar, he will not refuse to come.

He raised his head, and his sharp eyes became soft under the dazzling light of the nightclub. ”How? What are you