Chapter 76: [025] The old lady doesn't show power, when I am a sick cat (2)

Below the brightly lit Pearl Tower, stood a girl about fifteen years old, with black hair dangling from the waist and white skirts as clean as the orchid in the empty valley, which was particularly prominent in this noisy place.
Many people who came in couldn't help but look at her.
However, she found that her eyes like the stars in the sky were slightly exposed, making people feel cold.
They are all wondering why such a girl who looks soft and weak and has a soft and peaceful face has such coldness.
She stepped on the white sandals and walked into the Pearl Tower. Under the bright light, there was a layer of white light, just like white jade.
"Miss, please show me the membership card!" A waiter stopped her.
"Find someone, Yang Jianming." Yang Zimei's voice was cold.
"It turned out to be Yang Shao. Please go to room 188." The waiter led her enthusiastically.
Behind it, a few whispers came from the waiters.
"Qie, I thought it was a very innocent girl. It turned out that it was just Yang Shao's plaything, and it was really cheap."
"Well, today's girls don't have virginity at all. As long as they give her a little benefit, they can rush her fingers."
Yang Zimei ignored their chewing roots.
She found that this is mostly the case in the world. She always loves to talk about people's rights and wrongs, and she is too lazy to get angry.
The luxurious decoration in the Pearl Tower is the top private club in city A, and she finds that the geomantic layout here is very good, and it is in a place of wealth and prosperity. No wonder you can have a lot of money.
Of course, many gloomy things have naturally happened in this glorious clubhouse, so there is a faint gloomy atmosphere floating in many corners, but it is only held by the strong auspicious pressure, which has no effect on the feng shui here.
In the last life, Yang Zimei once stood at the door and looked enviously at the men and women who dressed in and out of here, imagining that he could one day enter the inside and spend a hefty meal.
But the minimum consumption is 3,000 members, and the membership system is implemented, she can only hope.
Now, she has entered here, and she has no envy of the last life. I do n’t know if it is because she has cultivated on the mountain for ten years.
"Miss, here it is."
The waiter knocked gently on the door and opened it.
Yang Zimei stood at the door.
I saw the smell of smoke and alcohol inside, and the excess hormonal smell mixed together, so that her sensitive nose could not help but wrinkle slightly, shielding her sense of smell.
The most exaggerated thing is that there are still a pair of men and women next to each other who are entangled in a piston activity, and others are whistling and cheering.
It's so rotten!
When she appeared at the door in a white dress, Yang Jianming, Huang Lin, Zhou Yan and others suddenly opened their eyes, as if a cool wind was blowing in the heat.
"Wow, Yang Shao, isn't this your sister who wants to make a bubble? Little dragon girl!" Huang Lin, who always loved pure-hearted girls, opened her mouth.
Several other men also blinked at Yang Zimei, especially when she saw her delicate white skin like jade porcelain, but with charming pink skin, all of them were thinking, what should I touch in my hand? Comfortable feel.
Seeing Yang Zimei coming, Yang Jianming was proud. He leaned against the sofa in a pretentious manner, holding his cigar in his mouth, hooked his fingers, and grinned evilly, "Sister Zimei, come here and sit with my brother."
As soon as Yang Zimei wanted to move, a surprised voice came from behind him, "Student Yang Zimei, why are you here?"
No need to look back, she also recognized that it was the voice of her class teacher Qin Kaiwen.
Qin Kaiwen was invited here by a friend today. As soon as he finished drinking, he saw Yang Zimei's white figure of clear spirit standing here. When he was happy, he came over. He curiously looked into the box and found it inside. Sitting there were the four infamous Playboys in City A, who frowned and looked at Yang Zimei's eyes a little disappointed and lost.
This looks dust-free, and a girl like a dragon girl should sit on a white rattan chair in the garden, read a book, and drink tea, instead of standing in a smoky atmosphere, and wandering among a pile of clothing and animals.