Is a straight man who has had so many girlfriends still a virgin?
Yu Muqing was somewhat skeptical, but Xiao Xin's reaction seemed too suspicious.
That guy is hard to understand.
He suddenly began to wonder how a man who had dated countless girlfriends could possibly fall for He Yunzhou...
Xiao Xin cleared his throat awkwardly and turned his face away to look out the car window.
His deeds, if made public, are certainly not honorable.
Therefore, he simply refused to answer Yu Muqing's question.
Yu Muqing pretended not to see his bright red ears and continued to look ahead: "Don't worry, I won't force anyone to do something they don't want to do."
Xiao Xin remained silent.
Yu Muqing's phone suddenly rang, and he pressed the call button to answer it.
The male doctor's voice came through the phone: "Honey, how about we have dinner together tonight?"
Xiao Xin's face darkened. He was about to turn around, but then turned back and stared out the car window with his neck stiff.
Yu Muqing replied calmly, "No, see you at eight o'clock tonight."
He hung up the phone after he finished speaking, frowning slightly. This little vixen seemed to have crossed a line.
No one spoke again in the carriage.
Xiao Xin's neck ached from twisting, but she couldn't resist and turned her head back.
While he was rubbing his neck, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yu Muqing looking at He Ren with a cold expression.
Xiao Xin opened his mouth as if to say something, but finding nothing to say, he closed it again.
It has to be said that Yu Muqing's face is truly beautiful when she smiles, but also truly terrifying when she turns cold.
Even the heat inside the carriage was reduced several degrees by the cold air surrounding him.
"Where do you live?" Yu Muqing suddenly asked.
Xiao Xin hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I... don't have a home yet."
"Then I'll take you back to the club first."
"Um…"
Xiao Xin didn't know what kind of expression Yu Muqing had right now, and he didn't dare to look.
Neither of them spoke again, and although the car was heated, the atmosphere was eerily cold.
If Fu Yan is a volcano that can ignite at any moment, then Yu Muqing is like an iceberg; getting too close will cause you to get frostbite.
Xiao Xin wisely sat still and didn't make any unusual noise.
He thought the journey would continue like this until his stomach rumbled, instantly breaking the silence.
Xiao Xin clutched his stomach and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
Fortunately, Mu Qing didn't say anything; Xiao Xin only felt that the car seemed to be going faster.
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We arrived at the club at exactly six o'clock.
Yu Muqing sat in the driver's seat, her elbow resting on the car window, and said to Xiao Xin, "I've had someone prepare food for you. Eat and rest well. You're injured, so rest well before going to work."
Xiao Xin opened the door, stood beside the car, thanked him, and then closed the car door.
He turned around, lowered his head, and took a few steps, accidentally bumping into a solid chest.
Xiao Xin was startled and involuntarily took a step back.
The man was only ten centimeters away from him and was much taller than him.
Xiao Xin looked up slightly and realized it was the bespectacled man from the private room that morning, the one with the tea-weary air, what was his name...
Yes, Qiao Chen!
It made him want to twist his head off.
Qiao Chen's lips were pressed tightly together, and his breathing appeared slightly rapid.
Because he was facing away from the light, and it got dark early at this time, he couldn't see the expression on Qiao Chen's face.
But judging from his slightly heaving chest and rapid breathing, Qiao Chen had just run down.
Beneath those cold-looking lenses, Xiao Xin couldn't make out what kind of eyes they were, but he could sense that Qiao Chen wasn't looking at him, but rather through him at the car behind him.
Xiao Xin glanced at him indifferently, put one hand in his pocket, and walked past him toward the gate.
The roar of a car engine came from behind, and Xiao Xin couldn't help but turn around and take a look.
Qiao Chen stood still, his two hands clasped at his sides slightly curled up, clenched into fists, as if he was enduring something, his shoulders trembling slightly.
For some reason, Xiao Xin sensed a fierce aura emanating from him, filled with anger, as if he could grab someone at any moment and devour them alive.
Xiao Xin shook his head, startled by his own imagination, but his empty stomach wouldn't allow him to think any further, protesting as he turned and walked up the steps.
The moment Xiao Xin turned around, a cold gaze swept over him from behind, as if trying to bore a hole through the back of his head.
Qiao Chen watched Xiao Xin's departing figure quietly, a strange smile gradually curving his thin lips beneath his high nose.
That smile was chilling and terrifying...
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As soon as Xiao Xin entered, the manager greeted him warmly.
"Oh my, our top courtesan is finally back!"
Behind the manager, two rows of male models stood in neat rows and bowed ninety degrees in unison in their direction, shouting loudly, "Welcome home, top star!"
The manager grinned exaggeratedly, grabbed Xiao Xin, and waved to the group of male models behind him, saying, "Hurry up, hurry up, prepare a top-class private room for our top star, and get the best food and drinks!"
The male models responded even more enthusiastically than the manager, shouting, "Yes, manager!"
Xiao Xin was stunned for a moment, and anyone who didn't know better would think they had entered some ancient brothel.
The manager was as enthusiastic as a brothel madam in a TV drama.
If he remembered correctly, he was supposed to come here on the second day, so how did he become the top courtesan?
Xiao Xin twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at the manager who was pulling him excitedly, and said in surprise, "Manager, wait a minute, I'm just a newbie, when did I become the top performer..."
He hasn't even started working yet.
"Although you're a newcomer, you've already won over the number one young master in City A in less than a day. If you're not the top star, who is?! Who dares to be?!" the manager shouted, his neck turning red from speaking so loudly.
Xiao Xin forced a smile, and the wound on the corner of his mouth accidentally reopened.
He frowned, hissed softly, and chuckled dryly, "That First Prince, could it be that Fu Yan?"
When the manager heard him address Fu Yan by his full name, he paused for a moment, then covered his mouth and whispered in Xiao Xin's ear, "Among those working here, you're the first one to dare call Young Master Fu by his full name like that..."
"I……"
Xiao Xin wanted to say something, but the manager grabbed his arm and headed for the elevator: "Alright, alright, don't argue with me yet, fill your stomach first."
Xiao Xin also shut his mouth and slowly followed behind the manager.
Once inside the private room, Xiao Xin realized that it was different from the other private rooms.
The other private rooms were dark in color, exuding an air of extravagance and luxury.
This private room was much cozier, with a magnificent chandelier overhead and warm yellow light shining on the murals around it, creating a unique and charming effect.
Opposite the door was a large window, and in the center of the room was a large square table with more than twenty colorful and fragrant dishes, making it look like a restaurant.
The male models standing on either side saw him standing in the doorway, looking dazed, and called out with a smile, "Top model, please take a seat!"
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