Chapter 3 Five-star reviews
I cried for a while, and then I heard him say quietly, "Your classmates are right. If you find someone better, you will forget your ex-boyfriend."
I blinked my big, wet eyes and looked at him, and he continued, "He's good-looking, so you can find someone who's even better-looking. He's looking for a second-generation rich guy, so you can find an even richer first-generation rich guy. With a new boyfriend like this, will you still be sad about losing him?"
His voice was so seductive that I almost forgot to cry. I thought about it seriously and realized that if I really had a new boyfriend like this, why would I cry? I would die of laughter.
"Probably not..." I answered honestly.
However, finding a handsome and rich man is as difficult as asking me to study quantum physics.
"That's fine, believe me, you will have a boyfriend like this." His words were mysterious, but his tone was convincing.
My thinking is still a little slow because of the alcohol.
Suddenly he straightened my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "We should do something. Wouldn't it be unfair to your classmate to spend 1,000 yuan just chatting?" His voice was low and hoarse with a smile.
What to do? I don’t know what to do next. Where do the young men on TV who visit brothels start?
"Show me a talent first." I raised my head and said seriously.
"What?" He looked confused.
Am I asking too much? Don't all the shows on TV start with a little song and a striptease?
I asked him in a low voice, a little embarrassed, "What talents do you have? You can sing, dance, or play any instrument..."
I looked at his face carefully. For some reason, although I was the one paying for the service, I always felt that his aura was a bit strong, and it was quite oppressive when I was close to him.
Is this what they call "big store bullying customers"?
His face looked a little unhappy, so I quickly said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know anything. Just do a stand-up comedy show, or at least tell a joke."
He looked at me with a complicated look, and suddenly took out his cell phone to make a call outside.
The feeling of suffocation just now disappeared immediately.
I let out a breath and finally had time to look around the room. It felt a bit like a hotel suite, but not quite.
The layout and decoration are in the style of a high-end hotel, but there are a lot of personal belongings. It is impossible for that guy to bring luggage with him when he goes to the bar.
Isn't it an apartment instead of a hotel?
I walked to the window and looked out, and estimated that I was on the top floor of the hotel. Could it be that he had a large business volume and had a regular private room in this hotel?
This must be a top-selling product, right? Yes, although he is a bit older, his figure and face are top-notch in the entertainment industry.
I sighed. It was a pity to work in this line of work. If I changed my ways and became a decent model, I should be able to support myself.
My father's factory produces work clothes and shoots sample albums several times a year. This job requires models, so I can recommend him to do it when the time comes.
I was daydreaming when I heard the door of the room open. I looked outside and saw a hotel staff member bringing in a long bag.
He came in with a bag. I stared at him blankly and asked, "What is this?"
He glanced at me sideways and said unhappily, "Didn't you want to see my talent show? I'll perform one for you."
"Oh," I smiled awkwardly and praised him sincerely, "Your service is really good. No wonder your business is so good."
He rolled his eyes at me and took out a saxophone from his bag. Judging from its color and workmanship, it was definitely not the entry-level model you would find in an ordinary music store.
I was a little surprised. Because this instrument is relatively niche, it is not cheaper than a piano and the tuition is even more expensive.
If he is like me and has been taking interest classes since childhood, then his family must be well off.
Did it decline later?
"Do you play this instrument? How long have you been learning it?" I tested him cautiously.
"I've been learning it since I was little. Besides piano, I wanted to learn something different, so I chose saxophone."
Yes, it must be what I thought. Well, it’s enough to sell your art, why sell your body?
Just like that, in less than a minute, I had imagined for him the story of a rich young man falling into trouble.
"What do you want to hear?" he asked me good-naturedly.
It’s great that you can even order songs.
"'The Rivers of Babylon'." I sat on the single sofa and watched him sit on a high stool by the window and start playing.
The music is melodious, and the sound of the saxophone is round and mellow, just like dark chocolate melting in the air, which makes people indulge in it.
Although I can't play the saxophone, I have reached level ten in piano, so I have no problem telling whether it's good or bad.
Music, alcohol, handsome men, and the night. I glanced at the big bed next to me and it would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted.
Suddenly I feel that heartbreak is nothing. If I had a boyfriend with such good looks, I guarantee I would be able to completely forget that scumbag Liang Zicheng.
Listening to the live saxophone music, I felt like I was falling in love again, and the deer in my heart was about to burst its head.
I looked at his handsome profile with some obsession. His jawline was perfectly curved, with a shallow indentation in the middle of his chin. His nose was high and straight, and his facial features were three-dimensional, not like those of a Chinese person.
By the way, he looks very much like a mixed-race kid. Could it be that like Huang Tianyi, his mother was also abandoned by her foreign scumbag father?
I felt even more sympathy for him.
When the song ended, he looked at me deeply, and his peach blossom eyes made me feel that they contained deep affection.
But the moment he started talking, he brought me back to reality: "Have you heard enough? The talent show is over, shouldn't we move on to the next part?"
No, how come this waiter is even more anxious than me? "There's no extra charge for the talent show, right?"
Then I remembered that if I had to charge separately, my living expenses for this month would be gone.
He said seriously, "There's no extra charge, so you can move on to the next step without worry?"
Even though I had a vague idea of what was going to happen next, I still stupidly asked, "What's the next step?"
He looked at me without saying anything, then suddenly held the back of my head and kissed me.
The first time we kissed, Liang Zicheng knocked his teeth against my lips, which ended up breaking them.
The second time we kissed, he ate garlic oysters, and I failed to hold my breath.
After the previous two experiences, I didn't have much interest in this kind of intimate activity.
And at this moment, the man on me interpreted an ordinary kiss in a thousand ways, with domineering, affectionate and gentle feelings. I almost thought that I was his real girlfriend who had been lost for twenty years.
There was only one thought left in my chaotic mind: This money is worth it!
Just when I was about to suffocate, he let me go and smiled playfully: "Do you like it? Remember to breathe."
Are you polite when doing a customer satisfaction follow-up at this time?
"I like it. I give you a five-star rating." I held it in for a long time and was a little upset, but I still gave a positive answer.
"I'm glad you like it. Let's continue." His eyes darkened, and that handsome face enlarged in front of me again.
A beautiful night, one moment in heaven, the next moment in hell.
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