The elevator door opened.

"Welcome to Shengjue Clubhouse!"

Rows of beautiful girls with long and beautiful legs stood in the lobby of the club opposite the elevator, bowing to Qiao Jiusheng in welcome.

Qiao Jiusheng glanced at their proud figure, and subconsciously raised his chest.

Dressed so revealingly, as if they had big long legs and big breasts.

The waiter led Qiao Jiusheng straight to 608. Along the way, many men looked at Qiao Jiusheng admiringly.

Don't blame them for being too lustful, just blame Qiao Jiusheng for being too beautiful.

After entering the clubhouse, Qiao Jiusheng took off his winter coat. She was wearing a navy blue halter silk blouse underneath. The black round neckline wrapped her elegant white neck, exposing her **** shoulders and collarbone.

Black high-waisted hip skirt, tightly wrapped around a slender waist and hips, revealing a graceful calf. Stepping on black high heels, he looks even more slender. Qiao Jiusheng swayed his enchanting body to the extreme and walked forward, and the large black curly hair that rested lazily on his left shoulder also trembled, trembling almost in the hearts of all males.

When he walked to the door of box 608, Qiao Jiusheng was shocked in an instant.

A confident smile at the corner of his mouth collapsed.

She was just about to take a deep breath, and the thick and gorgeous door in front of her suddenly opened.

In Qiao Jiusheng's eyes, a domineering and beautiful figure rushed in.

Wei Xin stood in the middle of the gate of the clubhouse, smoking an electronic cigarette in his hand.

Wearing a black high-necked tight skirt, black stockings with golden height, and a plaid fur coat that grows to the ankles, the black to shiny fur on the neckline makes people think. Just one word-expensive.

Qiao Jiusheng is now clinking poorly, and seeing the overcoat on Wei Xin's body, he has a bit of hatred for the rich.

"Aren't you hot?" Qiao Jiusheng accidentally said what was in his heart.

In the clubhouse, the temperature is 25 degrees Celsius. Is it really not hot when she is dressed like this?

Wei Xin tucked the long hair around her ears behind her ears, revealing the exaggerated and luxurious fan-shaped fine diamond stud earrings. She spit out the white smoke at Qiao Jiusheng, curled her lips and smiled evilly, and said, "Concave shape, what is heat?"

Qiao Jiusheng shook his head.

In the hot summer, they wear fur in fashion. In the cold winter, they wear suspenders again. She doesn't quite understand the thoughts of these fashionistas.

"Also, when did you learn to smoke?" Qiao Jiusheng was puzzled.

Wei Xin put the e-cigarette on his fingertips and turned it around, and said frankly, "I said, concave shape."

Well, the queen of fashion, style is paramount.

Wei Xin stared at Qiao Jiusheng with a smile, but she asked again, "I would like to ask you, when do you have a hobby of plastic surgery?" Her tone was relaxed, but her eyes were distressed. It should be how many knives were moved on the face to successfully make a facelift and completely become another person.

Wei Xin thought she was also a great person, but thinking about the pain of moving a knife on her face, she was also a little confused.

Qiao Jiusheng's face turned straight. She turned around and saw no one was around. Then she walked into the box and closed the door. "I didn't have plastic surgery."

"Then your face..." Wei Xin looked confused.

"It's a mask." She touched the mask on her face and asked Wei Xin, "How about it. Isn't this mask made at a very good level?"

Wei Xin couldn't help but touched her face with her hand. There was no trace of the mask at all. She asked, "Who did it? It's awesome." She wanted to make one. If you go to travel or do bad things in the future, you will not be afraid of being recognized.

Qiao Jiusheng bent over to pour himself a drink, and said to her, "Just the one who flew with you last time."

"Susanna?" Wei Xin's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered the treasure.

Qiao Jiusheng was pouring wine and didn't notice her expression.

After hearing Wei Xin's question again, "Didn't you originally love Fang Muai's heart and soul, how did you marry Fang Yusheng?"

Qiao Jiusheng slowly raised his head, the smile on his face no longer existed, and his eyes were a little hurt.

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