Chapter 7 (1/2)

Mingyue club is a famous nightclub in Mingzhu city. It is decorated with luxury, first-class facilities, well-trained waiters and gorgeous princesses.

It's common for successful people to talk about business and have fun here, and throw out tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of them in one night. It's a veritable gold outlet.

And the boss behind the moon club is song Wanjun.

Song Wanjun is one of the big men in the underground forces of pearl. Most bars, nightclubs and bathing centers in the west of the city are her industries.

Song Wanjun was 30 years old. Because she was very beautiful and her husband died of an emergency on the wedding night, many people secretly called her pretty widow.

At the moment, a motorcade led by Audi A6 slowly stops at the gate of Mingyue club. A dozen men in black walk from five A6s and tightly surround the Audi A8 in the middle.

After the right rear door opened, a pink high-heeled shoe was slowly exposed, and then a leg of Mei a wrapped in meat colored silk stockings stretched out.

When the master of MEIA's legs came out, it seemed that the whole world was getting better in an instant.

This is a woman in a pale pink cheongsam. She is one meter seven. Her legs are long and straight, her buttocks are round and full. From the back, she looks like two peaches. Her chest radian is amazing, just like she wants to burst her clothes.

In addition to the devil's body, this woman's beauty is also the best.

The skin is as white as cream, the hair is as black as ink, the face is foxy, the facial features are exquisite as carving, and a little red lips is a magic stroke, which makes people want to kiss.

She is a pretty Widow - Song Wanjun!

Song Wanjun got off the bus and walked into the Mingyue Club under the protection of a group of people. What she didn't know was that a man not far away witnessed her amazing appearance.

”This woman The best! It would be a pity if I could go with her in this look and figure Li Feng smacked his lips and couldn't help sighing.

If Wei Bingqing is a holy snow lotus, then this woman is a delicate peony. Their beauty is equal, but their temperament is quite different.

Li Feng guessed that this woman should be the rescue target song Wanjun, but with so many bodyguards around her, what danger can she encounter?

”Forget it. Go ahead and talk about it.”

Li Feng pondered a smile, swaggered to the door of the club and waved to the welcoming princesses on both sides.

These welcome princesses have no reaction, because to them, Li Feng is the air, you can't see it at all!

”The system's invisibility is really powerful, but unfortunately it's temporary. If there is one in the system mall, you must buy one.”

Li Feng remembers having seen a movie called transparent man before. The man got the ability to hide himself and ran to the opposite beauty's house to push the beauty forward.

Although knowing that it is immoral to do so, to tell the truth When Li Feng saw this, the chicken was hard.

Naturally, he would not do such animal things, but peeping at beautiful women's baths can still be done.

At this time, Li Feng saw that song Wanjun and his party were about to disappear at the corner. He quickly suppressed these thoughts and followed them up.

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in an office on the fourth floor, Xu Mao, the manager of Mingyue club, stood beside him with a smile. In front of him, song Wanjun sat in his office chair and carefully checked the accounts of last month.

Behind song Wanjun, a cold faced man stood up. He stood there like a sharp blade returning to the scabbard. His sharp edge was introverted, but no one dared to underestimate it.

I don't know how long after that, song Wanjun closed the account book, turned the boss's chair and folded his legs. He said with a charming smile, ”manager Xu, last month's revenue increased by 5 points. You did a good job.”

”Bonus for all employees this month plus 30%, including yours.”

The hem of the cheongsam is very short. Song Wanjun is sitting opposite Xu Mao. If Xu Mao wants to see it, he can see the style of the skirt bottom.

But Xu Mao didn't dare to peek. He didn't even have the courage to look at Song Wanjun!