Despite its impressive name, the Magic Rock Club was housed in a three-story villa, resembling a retired cadre. The front door led to the reception desk, which led to a large living room. Surrounding the living room were five rooms on each floor, each used by various departments.
There are six tables in the living room, three on the left and three on the right, leaning against each other, just like the arrangement of tables and chairs in a kindergarten. They belong to the tour leaders who fly around all year round. Whoever is there can use it, so no one can tell whose pens, papers, teacups, cigarettes, ashtrays... on the tables belong to whom. They are mixed together without boundaries, with you in me and me in you.
Six tables simply couldn't fill up this spacious living room, so a corner was set aside to serve as a gym, complete with treadmills, leg presses, Roman chairs, chest presses... There were also a bunch of dumbbells, barbells, and Smith racks in the free weight area. It was obvious that this was a place where many experts gathered and where hidden talents were found.
At three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, the small villa was particularly lively. Some of these strong and vigorous men were hammering away at their machines, some were making a cup of coffee and playing games with their legs crossed, some were watching football games with snacks in their hands and tablets in their hands, and some were sitting at their desks gnawing on travel invoices... Suddenly, all of these people were distracted by an abnormal fragrance.
"Xiao Wa, just watch the drama, why are you being so frivolous?"
The man who was pasting the invoices suddenly looked up, picked up a triangle ruler and threw it at Xiaowa, who was spraying perfume as air freshener in front of the computer screen on the opposite table, and roared: "I've tolerated your playing of stupid dramas in public, and you even want to pollute the air! Are you implying that I was too gentle to you this time when I came back?" His fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.
Xiaowa hurriedly turned off the movie "The Temptation to Go Home" which he had watched countless times.
Everyone who heard the sound and smelled the scent cast curious glances at Xiaowa and came over to surround him.
"Hey, you want to get your brothers' attention this way, huh?"
A bald, tattooed man stood up from the sit-up machine, picked up a 20-pound dumbbell, walked over and leaned on Xiaowa's desk, showing him his curvy arm muscles up and down.
Xiao Wa jumped up in shock: "Who said that? I'm not interested in men!"
In the Shiyue Group, everyone respectfully calls him Brother Xiaowa, but here, everything is based on ability, and your status depends on whether you have conquered the California Desert or Mount Sol, so he is just a little brother because he has only been to Alaska and Kenya.
The bald hunk and a few rough guys pointed at Xiaowa's hand and jokingly said, "Then what perfume did you buy? And you're spraying it in front of us!"
"Oh, this one," Xiao Wa came back and introduced it to them like a treasure, "This is what my goddess brought. She said this scent is called woody musk, and women will be attracted to you as soon as they smell it."
The man putting up the invoice sneered, "You believe that? How could your little internet celebrity be tempted by thousands of fans who each have a bottle?"
"Is it real? Hurry up and give it to me!" The bald man snatched the perfume from Xiaowa's hand, pressed it vigorously under his left and right armpits four or five times, lowered his head and sniffed: "This thing has a lot of meaning!"
"You've sprayed too much!" A rough man reached out and snatched the perfume bottle. "Is that how you spray? You think it's Liushen toilet water? Come, let me teach you how to spray perfume!"
As he spoke, the rough man sprayed the air twice, then tiptoed into the fragrant mist like a little princess and turned around gracefully, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
All the Han people were shocked.
Xiao Wa's first reaction was to rush forward to grab the perfume: "Give it back to me! You sprayed it all away!"
The big brothers behind started to make a fuss and rushed forward.
"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't sprayed yet!"
"Brother has a date tonight, so it's perfect for me to have some!"
"Xiao Wa, why are you running?"
"I won't give it to you, you're just dreaming!" Xiao Wa ran around the living room protecting his perfume bottle, and seeing that he was ambushed from all sides, he ran out the door.
As soon as I reached the door, the solid wooden door was pushed open, "bang"!
Xiao Wa bumped into Xiao Xingyu who was coming in the opposite direction. His hands trembled and he pressed the perfume pressure valve——
"Damn, something's wet!" Xiao Xingyu pushed Xiao Wa away, lifted his collar and sniffed: "What's that smell?"
Xiaowa's voice was wavy: "Fragrance..."
A voice in the back grumbled, "That's what his goddess brought. They say spilling it will attract the opposite sex!"
"What did you say!" Xiao Wa turned and rushed over to fight with the man: "Did I say that?!"
A group of people came forward pretending to stop the fight, but when they saw Xiao Xingyu, they suddenly stopped.
"Brother Yu?! Are you... going on a blind date?" The man who was pasting the invoice stared blankly and stammered.
Xiao Xingyu was seen wearing a pair of crocodile-patterned leather shoes, a pure white Giorgio Armani casual suit, a black and white low-necked T-shirt and a flirty hollow fishnet vest.
It was an indisputable fact that their Brother Yu was stunningly handsome every day, but it was the first time that he dressed up as a prince charming and went the pure idol route like today. Everyone unanimously believed that only a big occasion like a blind date was worthy of such an outfit.
But Xiaowa muttered in confusion: "That's not right, Brother Yu, didn't you go to get your car serviced?"
Xiao Xingyu clenched his fist and coughed, "You're all so bored, aren't you? Fighting and playing around is childish! Clean this place up quickly, there are reporters coming over soon!"
"Oh, so there's a reporter here for an interview!" The bald man suddenly realized, "No wonder Brother Yu is dressed so beautifully today!"
Xiao Xingyu gave him a sidelong look (perhaps out of irritation), and the man ran off to find a broom. Xiao Xingyu turned around and asked Xiao Wa, "What brand of perfume is that?"
Xiaowa said loudly: "Matsushima Masaki, from France."
Xiao Xingyu snorted softly: "A French perfume with a Japanese name? ...How much is it?"
Xiao Wa's voice dropped, and he mumbled, "Two hundred."
Xiao Xingyu's eyes twitched as he looked at his seven-figure outfit with great regret. He took a deep breath and said, "You still want to attract the opposite sex with just two hundred yuan? Are you crazy?"
Xiaowa hid the perfume behind her back in a wronged manner: "I won't buy it next time. This is my first time to promote the product with the goddess, so I just want to support her."
"Little sister?" Xiao Xingyu was particularly annoyed by the word "little sister" and asked without emotion, "How many bottles did you buy?"
Xiao Wa's eyes evaded, but he couldn't resist Xiao Xingyu's invisible aura of coercion, so he honestly spread out one hand and said, "Ten bottles."
"True love!"
Xiao Xingyu's countless emotions turned into a long sigh. He waved his big hand and pressed it against the back of Xiao Wa's neck. While holding him down, he pointed in all directions in annoyance: "Clean up this mess! Open all the windows! A bunch of grown men are creating this lewd and smelly place. When the reporters come later, they might mistakenly think this is the place!"
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