(Hmm.) Today is my birthday, and I am breaking up. I don't know how much I exploded, but depending on my physical strength and inspiration, I didn't save the manuscript. It's 12 o'clock in the evening, start, as many explosions as I can, and do my best to code words all night tonight. In order to subscribe and have a most tiring birthday, I hope you can move in. Horizontal subscription, thanks. ）

"When you go to the private room, you can rest assured, as long as you are delayed for one minute, one minute." Mr. Cao pointed to a nearby private room and said.

Gao Leng looked at Mr. Cao with some suspicion, and saw that Mr. Cao's face was solemn, not like a trick, after all, this Weibo message was going to be sent, which was simple for Gao Leng, but for hoeing Wujing Xiuyuan, it was a disaster of life and death.

The backstage that dragged down the water is likely to fall from the sky to the ground and shatter within a day of being posted on Weibo. The backstage of this kind of nightclub is often out of the underworld and officials.

Gao Leng has already thrown out his hole cards, he came here, not to be exposed, but to find Yan Jiucheng, just for this point, hoe Wu is unlikely to even dare to top Gao Leng for a mere Yan Jiucheng.

"Yes, please." Gao Leng thought for a while and walked to the private room with Mr. Cao, and as soon as he entered the door, Mr. Cao closed the door.

Gao Leng quickly glanced at the room, this is a seemingly ordinary KTV, similar to the usual high-end KTV coffee table, almost leather sofa, high-end audio and interior decoration, more high-grade is that there is a red wine rack on the wall, on which there are several precious red wines.

The difference is in the two sex chairs placed near the sofa.

A one is one meter five wide, S-shaped curve, at a glance it is expensive, the jargon is called the Hehuan chair, the Hehuan chair is used when the Hehuan chair as the name suggests, Gao Leng stretched out his hand and touched it, the texture is very good, the S-shaped curve of the chair is concave in the middle, the two sides are convex like a woman's peaks, and there is another Qiankun in the seemingly simple shape.

The acacia chair, which greatly increases the level of pleasure, is red and flashes with a seductive light.

The other one next to the acacia chair is very expensive, and at a glance it is known that it is imported from Japan, and now the new favorite of high-end nightclubs: the eight-claw chair. This chair is much more complex than the simple S-shaped curve of the Hehuan chair, and there are several places to step on and rest your feet under the general structure of a wide massage chair.

Well, it's still electric. Not to mention the angle you lie on it, you can save trouble, you don't have to work hard, just this kind of electric eight-claw chair, a pure Japanese import will cost 70,000 or 80,000. Ho Wujing Xiuyuan estimates that there are at least a few hundred similar chairs.

There are well-trained beauties and expensive special props, which shows that this KTV singing is not ordinary singing.

"Mr. Gao, are you really here to find Yan Jiucheng?" Mr. Cao got straight to the point: "If you want to find him, you can find him at other times, there is no need to come to me to find him." Mr. Cao's eyes were full of distrust.

After all, Gao Leng has a hoe noon shot in his hand, once this kind of shot spreads, the consequences are unimaginable, just to find Yan Jiucheng to kill with such a large number of bodyguards and reporters, Cao always doesn't believe it.

If you want to find it, you can find it tomorrow, how big is this hatred and how much resentment?

The grass always doesn't understand, and if it doesn't understand, it doesn't trust.

"As long as I find him, I can guarantee that he will not be exposed." Gao Leng didn't explain too much, but lightly teased the hole cards: "I came here to find Yan Jiucheng, if I want to find Ho Wu, I will use the situation of secret visits, not like this." ”

That's right, he is a fake public and private, and the fake public and private will find Yan Jiucheng tonight.

Mu Xiaoleng is gone, he can't wait for tomorrow night, besides, he not only has to find Yan Jiucheng, but also catch Yan Jiucheng's sore feet, so that he can suppress him, Gao Leng added: "Although I don't expose hoe afternoon, I must photograph Yan Jiucheng." ”

It's an open skylight to say something.

Mr. Cao nodded thoughtfully, too, if Gao Leng came to hoe noon, it would be wisest to make an unannounced visit, so much fanfare

It seems that this is a personal grudge between Gao Leng and Yan Jiucheng, but unfortunately, let the hoe Wu be involved, Mr. Cao stretched out his hand and held Gao Leng's hand: "There are regulations for hoe noon, to protect the privacy of guests, but Gao Reporter is too powerful, we can't prevent it." As he spoke, he smiled meaningfully: "I will soon tell the security guard above that Reporter Gao has left." ”

This means that Gao Leng took a secret photo, so he took ninety percent of the face, and he also picked up the hoe noon.

When others asked, hoeing noon is very safe, but helplessly, Gao Leng is too powerful, at most an apology will be over, after all, this is a reporter who can even photograph Caesar's carrion, and it is not too big a mistake to photograph a certain customer in the hoe noon where people come and go.

After all, if hoeing can be photographed at noon, other nightclubs are even more.

"Deal?" High cold start mind reading.

(Yan Jiucheng of this dog day, even if you offend Gao Leng, you still drag us into the water at noon, there is no way, I can only sacrifice you, who can afford to provoke Gao Leng now!) Hoe noon was photographed, this trouble is really big, I think, tonight when Gao Leng is busy, both of them will definitely have to fly, it is estimated that we have to call our first Oiran to come forward to appease and appease him, and it is foolproof to get the destruction of the shooting negative. Mr. Cao's mind-reading technique was passed on.

It seems that this grass has not played tricks, and Gao Leng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Upstairs security, the reporter here has retreated, well, it's done, call the people who took the runway show back, and the panicked customers immediately went to appease." Mr. Cao said to Mai, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Soon, the fat man left with the reporter, while the bodyguards of the East Gang were worried about Gao Leng's comfort, leaving three to follow him and Lao Hang, and the others also withdrew outside with the reporter.

"Half an hour later, in room C201 of the spa, I still have to go up there to appease the client who was just photographed." Mr. Cao pointed to the private room, and then pointed to Shuangshuangfeifei: "You two will accompany Mr. Gao first." ”

Saying that, he left in a hurry.

Gao Leng's shooting made a lot of movement, but it will not affect the second floor and the VIP building, the second floor and the VIP building need fingerprint coding, not a particularly big thing, and it is generally not alarmed. After all, the people inside are all very big.

The woman on the catwalk on the first floor can fetch a price of tens of thousands of nights, and the upstairs is 100,000.

Shuangfeifei held Gao Leng with his left and right hands, and there were a few more girls around Lao Hang and the bodyguard, and several people entered the room again. As soon as he entered the room, Gao Leng glanced at Lao Hang, who immediately looked at the corner, moved the chair, took out the black tape from his bag to block the camera, and then sat down after reaching out and touching around to make sure that there was no recording or video in the room.

As soon as he sat down, Lao Hang's eyes were also attracted by the two chairs, he had never seen this thing, he was interested for a while, pointed to the octaclaw chair and asked, "What is this?" Why is this massage chair so strange. ”

"I'll demonstrate." When they heard this, they grinned, and naturally lay down on the octa-claw chair, their feet raised high, and stepped on the feet on both sides, and the legs parted under the cheongsam were particularly attractive.

"Stand up for a moment." Feifei twisted his waist and walked to the side of the old hang, and stretched out his hand to pull the old crane next to the pair of legs apart.

This angle

Lao Hang was embarrassed and wanted to step back, but both of them blocked him.

"Well, it's too short, you still need to bend your legs, no." Shuangshuang frowned, stretched out his hand and pressed the button next to him, and the chair automatically went up and adjusted to the position where the old crane was just standing.

The old crane became more and more embarrassed, but Shuangshuang pushed the old crane with a slight force.

Ahem, it's really just right, aligned.