Rebirth of India: Superior

Under their guidance, the four people quickly relaxed, got to know each other's names, and let the girls know their preferences. At the same time, the birthday party went on normally, and one girl even went to play a song on the piano stand nearby. Everyone gathered around the birthday boy and waited for him to blow out the candles.

A few of them stood by while Denaro blew out the candles, Shakru winked, and his friends nodded slightly. When Denaro blew out all the candles and closed his eyes to make a wish, Shakru shouted: "Happy birthday!" Then everyone pressed his head on the cake.

Denaro was caught off guard! His face was covered with cream, but this guy was not slow to react. He yelled, grabbed the cake with both hands, and immediately wiped it off the people around him - Shaklu jumped away quickly and grabbed it again. The other side of the cake. The girl next to Denaro was not so lucky and was hit while screaming, but there were also smart girls who grabbed the cream and started attacking indiscriminately.

There was chaos on the scene, a cake fight - a sexy version of the hot show... mixed with shouts and laughter, everyone no longer distinguishes between friend and foe, and attacks the target when they catch it. Even a man as agile as Shakru could not withstand the siege of four or five girls. Someone hugged him from behind and he received a blow on his face and his crotch. Of course, they didn't fare well either. Not only did their clothes get ripped off, but the bold one behind him was pushed down on the table and he lay on his stomach. His cream-stained hand was shining on it and he was licking it...

The war lasted until the end, and eventually turned into a sweet version of a birthday party... The living room was messy, and everyone was affected to varying degrees, but their smiles came from the bottom of their hearts. I guess the girls have never seen such a weird person come to X Hospital for a birthday party, so they are very involved.

Denaro licked the cream on his fingers and stood on the coffee table to speak: "I'm very happy, a great cake fight, I want to say that this is how birthdays should be, and I am also very happy to make friends like you. Really, to me this is worth more than a lot of things..."

"Enough!"

"Too wordy!"

"You deserve your sixtieth birthday, man!"

They booed below, and Denaro shrugged, took off his shirt and threw it aside, grabbed the champagne bottle next to him and shouted: "Champagne fight!"

The crowd was excited again. Although Shakrudnaro was already in his thirties or forties, he was still very young at heart, and most of these girls were in their early twenties. The energy of young people is endless. Compared to this unrestrained joy, the theme of visiting the

After a day's rest, a few people set off to a high-end nightclub that had been reserved in the evening. Each high-end nightclub has its own personality. Some require reservations in advance, even for celebrities; some have requirements for clothing, and those who do not meet the requirements will be turned away. There are many rules and regulations, but it is this serious attitude that makes more fashion people, supermodels and stars keen on it.

The style of the nightclub they went to today is youthful, so shirts, jeans, T-shirts and jeans are fine, but baggy outfits or bling-bling jewelry are absolutely prohibited...

Shakru appeared in a casual shirt and jeans, which was very casual, but due to his body shape, basically everything he wore was very distinctive. Some people wore the same clothes in silly ways... so there are no rules in fashion, only creativity. and personality dominate.

The nightclub they were going to was quite famous. Every night there would be a group of men and women guarding the door. Several velvet barriers and expressionless doormen in black suits marked the line. There were many beautiful women in the crowd, but this nightclub The rules are: make an appointment or invite a VIP.

They were standing around, but it was also a stupid way to wait for an opportunity - it was not always full. After a certain time or when a customer leaves, the owner will let more people in. For ordinary people who desire exquisite nightlife and want to meet famous models or celebrities, this is the opportunity.

Of course, there are smarter ones. Three men who were obviously single came over. A girl with wavy hair in the crowd greeted Denaro with a surprised look on her face: "Denaro?"

Denaro turned to look at her in confusion. When the girl saw that he didn't go away immediately, she immediately seized the opportunity and stepped forward: "It's me? Lily! I attended your party last time and I like your dressing style. , it was very fun. I even danced with you, don’t you remember me?”

The girls next to them had different expressions, some were envious, and some secretly cursed Bichi... Denaro thought for a while: "Lily? Sorry for my recent memory..."

"But I'm impressed." She said tiredly.

"Haha, my bad." Denaro smiled, looked at the fashionable girl wearing a short skirt and exposed her long legs, and said regretfully: "The doorman here is so heartless, letting such a beautiful girl stand outside to blow the cold wind. I wouldn’t be able to be cruel if I neglected the scenery.”

"It's my fault for being late, but you can save me." Lily looked so pitiful that she almost leaned into his arms.

Probably more people were secretly cursing "Bichi", but Denaro nodded readily: "These are some of my friends. More girls are always more exciting, right?"

Shakru glanced at them: "Of course."

As soon as these words came out, the interest and enthusiasm of the girls were revealed. It felt like ordering food in a restaurant. If they clicked their fingers and saw something pleasing to their eyes, they followed with smiles on their faces and got rid of the long wait for admission. Denaro announced his name to the doorman: "Denaro, and a few of my friends."

The guard checked the list, then smiled and took off the button of the isolation belt: "Please come inside, Mr. Denaro and ladies and gentlemen!"

"Go." Denaro snapped his fingers gracefully and led the way in.

Shakru put his hands in his pockets and held a dark brown-haired girl with one hand. He felt his arm was about to sink into her large white hair. It was soft and soft, and there was a scent of perfume on the tip of his nose. It was high-end. He just liked this style. This is why they got together.

The nightclub was on the top of the building. Denaro introduced them in the elevator: "The two handsome guys are young billionaires. Do you know Carnival? They are from that passionate metropolis and are masters in carnival."

"Really?" Lily said, "I'm curious about Brazil."

Bennon described: "Carnival, samba and sunny beaches, this is all our life, wonderful and unforgettable."

With just a few words, the atmosphere was there, especially the girl holding Shakru's arm. She looked up and said admiringly: "No wonder I think you look familiar."