In the No. 2 VIP private room in a certain spa club.

One hand was wandering on the back of the noble lady, and its owner was a handsome guy with British temperament.

The lady was deeply fascinated by the first time she saw her melancholy and deep eyes. This mysterious man was full of unspeakable charm in every move. His dexterous fingers jumped and rubbed against her skin, just like a musician playing music.

The lady can feel the love and sorrow contained in it.

Since then, every time she comes, she will order the other person to be her own masseuse, and the tips she pays are more generous every time, and she will give some sweetness from time to time.

The white bath towel slid from her waist, the lady's eyes became blurred, and her breathing became rapid. She was completely addicted to this dangerous game.

However, what she didn't know was that behind her, a hint of disgust flashed in the eyes of her beloved lover.

However, the "lovely" hand still trembled gently in cooperation, as if its owner was beating faster.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the lady's mouth.

However, the next moment, it suddenly became noisy outside the door.

Then she heard the female receptionist's somewhat panicked voice, "Police Officer, you can't come in here, this is a women's area."

"Oh, that's a coincidence. I'm not here to look for men."

The person who came was very rude and rude. He walked along the way and pushed open the door along the way. From time to time, screams from frightened women came.

And the police officer was also constantly apologizing, "Sorry, ma'am, the emergency, but you really should go to the gym to exercise than having massage."

"The tattoo is good, but the skin is a little darker."

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The lady was panicked and quickly picked up the bathrobe that fell on the ground and blocked her in front of her.

What she unexpectedly thought was that the handsome British man reacted even stronger than her after hearing the voice. He made a gesture to the noble lady to silence, then held his breath and slipped behind the door, and gently twisted the door lock.

The visitor walked here and pushed it down but couldn't push it away. The female receptionist immediately cooperated, "There is no one here, police officer."

"Do I look like a fool? You are still open, why no one locks the door."

After saying that, the visitor knocked on the door and shouted inside, "Come out, William, I know you are inside and you have already smelled the perfume on your body. How about it, was it your new boyfriend given to you?"

The lady was a little confused while frightened. She was not called William. The perfume she wore was bought by her husband, a businessman who was doing a wholesale business in wood. She was still very cautious in this regard and never accepted any gifts from her boyfriend.

"Okay, William, I'll give you two choices. Either you open the door and walk out now, or I break in and take you out like a chicken. You should be very clear in your heart. You can't expect such a door to stop me."

The female receptionist outside was very anxious, "Police Officer, if you do this again, we will call the police!!!"

"Ha, what's this? Is this a new joke this year?"

The door of the house was pounding and it seemed that it could not be supported at any time. It was now in chaos, with female guests clamoring for a refund at the club, some in a hurry to find security guards, and some in a hurry to put on clothes.

The handsome British man's expression changed a few times, and he finally spoke angrily, "Bailang, don't bully people too much. The favor I owe you has already paid back."

"Come on, William, you owe me a life, this debt is not so easy to pay."

"You damn hooligan, can't you let me go!!! I have done so many things as you ask, why are you still in a lingering state? I'm not you, you have a serious job. Every time you appear, you mess up my life, and then pat your butt and leave!!!" The handsome British man named William lost control and said excitedly.

"Forgive me, I don't know that using your beautiful little face to deceive the rich woman is a serious job. By the way, she knows that you are a gay man, and you change your boyfriend every three months and always carry lubricant with you?"

The noble lady opened her mouth wide and said, as if she could stuff an egg.

Half a minute later, William opened the door with a gloomy face. There was a string of five finger marks on his handsome right face, and the lady ran out crying.

"You're welcome, ma'am." Weize said.

"You are a fucking devil! I curse you, you bastard will go to hell one day!!!" Seeing a long-term meal ticket that had been cultivated for a long time slipping away from your fingers, Williams was so angry that he was so angry.

"No need to bother, actually I'm going to go there for a walk, but you need to push me a little behind you. William, you probably won't refuse this." Weize held the handsome British man's shoulder, "Come on, take me to your cute little bat cave. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I can't wait to hear about your recent situation."

"Fuck you, Bailang, don't try to get another piece of equipment from me." William cursed.

"Tsk tsk, why bother? I will leave when I get what I want. You can also return to your beautiful and happy life, push the rich woman and push the butt to the macho man. What kind of person will refuse such a win-win choice? And," Weize raised a finger, "The most important thing is that if you help me, maybe you will see me again at my funeral, so that all the troubles that have always troubled you will be gone."

"I won't attend the funeral of you bastard." William then seemed to think of something and sneered, "Oh, you idiot, aren't you interested in the infinite commission of the Deluo Group? I always thought you were a villain, but I didn't expect you to be a fool. Do you know how many masters have targeted the bounty of 25 million? With your current skills, even ten lives are not enough to give away."

"It seems you know that too. The news always spreads very quickly, right?" Wei Ze shrugged, "There is no way, I am not as melancholy and handsome as you. I can make a living by relying on a face. I have to find a way to make some retirement money before I can't walk."

"If this is the case, then I have to sell you something to send you breakfast." William finally changed his mind.

"Look, I'm right, this is definitely a matter of benefiting you outweighing the disadvantages." Weize patted William on the shoulder, "Then what are we waiting for?"

The latter had a stern face, "Wait, declare in advance that although it was for you to return home, you still have to buy these things with money. I am a mechanic, not a bullshit charity!"

"Of course." Weize nodded, "The money I deserve is not short of a single child."

"Hmph, come with me." William took off the hand that someone had put on his shoulder, shook his hair and walked out of the spa club.
Chapter completed!