Chapter 129.1 (1/2)
”No Xin Jingyu seems to be trying his best to resist his discomfort. He takes out his membership card and passes it to him. However, the bodyguard in black looks down to check it, and then he passes it back and puts Xin Jingyu and Liang Xiaoyu in.
”Let's go.” Xin Jingyu turned his head and whispered in Liang Xiaoyu's ear. His posture was very ambiguous, but the people around him seemed to be used to it.
The strange breath makes Liang Xiaoyu unconsciously deviate from Xin Jingyu's intimacy.
The white building with solemn and quiet appearance makes Liang Xiaoyu feel that he is in the carnival. Under the blurred and gorgeous lights, the uniform male waiters wait aside and sweep at will. Then you can see a woman with bold clothes. She gently lifts one of the waiters' chin, kisses and kisses her hands on the waiters' body Company.
However, the people around them continue to do their own things. As soon as they come in, they are so passionate. Liang Xiaoyu can't help but stammer.
”This This is... ” Liang Xiaoyu's feet standing at the door could not move forward for half a minute.
At the same time, in front of the door of Yeju club, a low-key luxury black Bentley flew by.
”Stop the car.” Xin Zezhao's tone is cold. Yingying's air-conditioning constantly overflows from her body.
”Mr. Xin, what's the matter?” Although Liang Yi is confused, he obediently steps on the brake and looks back at Xin Zezhao strangely.
”I have something to deal with, you wait for me to take good care of Zhao Bureau, he asked and said that I was called away by an emergency call, I'm sorry for him, I'll take all the expenses this time, let him enjoy it and make an appointment another day.”
As soon as the voice fell, Xin Zezhao opened the car door quickly, and Xin Chang stepped out gracefully with his big straight legs. When Xin Zezhao really came to the door of the white building, his face was even darker than the bottom of the pot.
The cold peach blossom eyes stare at the direction of the door, but see the beautiful shadow of the door slowly go inside, and gradually disappear in Xin Zezhao's line of sight.
Xin Zezhao's green tendons are dancing happily in his forehead. Subconsciously, Xin Zezhao clenches his fists, purses his thin lips, and raises his feet to follow.
”Please show me your membership card, sir.” The dutiful bodyguard reaches out his hand and stops him. In fact, just now he noticed a man with murderous spirit in front of him. Is he coming to catch the traitor?