Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The waiter took Jiang Beiyuan to the door of a box and nodded and left.

Before leaving, the waiter glanced at Jiang Beiyuan with a strange look, but Jiang Beiyuan did not go deep into his search.

Pushing the door open, the first thing you smell is a strong smell of tobacco.

In the smoke, Jiang Beiyuan saw Wu Feng lying on the bed.

At the moment the man was lying shirtless, and the woman in the uniform and skirt next to him was massaging her.

Wu Feng's face was vicissitudes of life and fat, with a cigarette in his left hand, and handed it to the woman's mouth to let her take a sip. The woman was not annoyed. After doing so, he was choked by the smell of smoke and coughed several times, which made Wu Feng laugh heartily.

"Oh, President Jiang is here!"

In a blink of an eye, Wu Feng had already seen Jiang Beiyuan, took two puffs of smoke and slowly exhaled it, squinting his eyes and smiling slightly.

"Mr. Jiang came here by a coincidence. There is an empty bed next to me. Or you can lie down and let the people here give you a massage!"

Jiang Beiyuan stood in place, with a kingly spirit, and his eyes were cold.

"If Mr. Wu doesn't have time, I might as well talk about cooperation another day."

"Hey--it's better to hit the sun if you choose another day! President Jiang is here, and it's still dark. It's a long night, we can talk slowly!"

Wu Feng smiled, took a few more cigarettes, and then squeezed out the cigarette **** in the ashtray nearby.

His fat fingers did not immediately retract from the ashtray, but kept the action of extinguishing the smoke, and suddenly sighed.

"Mr. Jiang, I know that you are a good man, but think about it for yourself, we men work hard to make so much money, not just for women to squander, men themselves must also learn to enjoy life, eat and drink. Drink, it’s a joy to seek joy."

Wu Feng is married with one son and one daughter, and his wife is a typical housewife.

His wife knew that he was messing around with flowers outside, so she closed one eye because the child didn't want to divorce.

but--

Jiang Beiyuan and Wu Feng are different.

He leaned against the wall in a lazy posture, half-squinted, his expression stained with obvious contempt.

"Mr. Wu, you better be clear about something."

"Ok??"

"The enjoyment without love is not called enjoyment."

"Oh? What's that called?"

Wu Feng came with interest, and turned his neck to look over. His back was full of plump flesh. With his turning of his head, his neck looked like a three-round tire.

Between the light and shadow, the unruly man opened his lips again without any haste, and only said two words.

spoil.

Wu Feng's face was not good for an instant, and the corners of his mouth twitched several times.

Jiang Beiyuan said nothing, turned around and left.

But he was stopped by a young woman.

There is more than one masseur in this box, one is giving Wu Feng a massage, and the other is standing next to him, looking straight at Jiang Beiyuan.

Now it was the woman who stopped Jiang Beiyuan.

She was also wearing a uniform, a cool top, and a thin short skirt. She looked young, beautiful and fair-skinned.

"Mr……"

The woman's voice was like a gnat, and she stopped in front of Jiang Beiyuan, but she didn't dare to look at his eyes, lowering her head and picking her fingers.

"Try it once, although I just came here, but my massage technique is very good, I believe you will not be disappointed..."

Hearing that, the woman who was massaging Wu Feng at that time took a bitter look at the blushing woman.

If Jiang Beiyuan had come early, she would definitely have such a good product!

Everyone is willing to massage the handsome guy and take a few handfuls of oil!

Instead of massaging the old man covered with fat!