Qianjin is too flirtatious: Young Master Shen, don't pester me

Along the way, Tan Ming imagined many possibilities, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't do without the things about men and women.

He is not the kind of traditional and conservative man, but this kind of thing should be yours, right?
What does it mean to get a girl drunk and take no one off guard?Is this still something people do?
Full of anger, Tan Ming walked into the Yingxi SPA angrily.

Seeing Tan Ming like this, the receptionist knew that the visitor was not friendly, so he secretly pressed the alert button.

The front desk receptionist looked ruthless at first glance. She stood up and smiled with her standard eight teeth.

"Sir, it's your first time here, please register your information."

Even if Tan Ming wanted to get mad, he couldn't get along with a receptionist, not to mention that this was a clubhouse of a Soviet-style enterprise. If he made a scene here, he wouldn't have to hang out in H City in the future.

He said "hehe", "I'm sorry, today's work is not going well. I have another appointment here and I don't want to be late. You know, so—it's difficult for people to be middle-aged."

Hearing what Tan Ming said, and looking at his attitude, the receptionist felt that he seemed a little too nervous.

This is the clubhouse of a Soviet-style enterprise, and ordinary people dare not make mistakes here.

Thinking of this, the front desk secretly canceled the alert button again.

A few security guards had already run downstairs, and halfway through the walkie-talkie they received a notification from the captain that the alarm had been lifted, but asked everyone to chat with the front desk to see what happened just now.

After registering his personal information, Tan Ming successfully got his hand card and walked into the men's locker room to start changing clothes.

At this time, his mood has calmed down a lot. He knows that Su Qin can't afford it, and neither can Hou Yangming.

Although Tan Ming looks good, he is actually a grandson everywhere. He only hopes that through his years of hard work, his son will not have to be a grandson in front of these people in the future.

Tan Ming walked out of the men's locker room wearing a bathrobe. He didn't know Hou Yangming very well, but he knew that this man was the man with the most women around him in the entire club.

Sure enough, there was a man lying on a recliner in the middle of the massage area.

A towel is wrapped around Hou Yangming's lower body. Although he looks sensual every day, he still has the muscles that should be on his body, and his figure is well managed.

Tan Ming took a deep breath and walked to Hou Yangming's side, "Hello, Mr. Hou."

Hou Yangming looked up, and at a glance he could tell that this person was related to Tan Yuan, maybe he was the brother Tan Yuan was talking about.

"Mr. Tan is good."

"Master Hou knows that I'm coming to you?"

"I didn't think too much about it. What's the matter? Is there anything Miss Tan would like to tell Mr. Tan?"

"That's right, I just want to know what happened last night."

Hou Yangming waved his hand, and the women around him left in a tactful manner, and Meimei looked back when she left.

Tan Ming said, "Thank you", and then lay down on the recliner next to him, waiting for Hou Yangming to tell him what happened last night.

"Everyone had a great time yesterday, and Ms. Tan drank a few more glasses—"

The yin and yang on Tan Ming's face were uncertain, he was obviously drunk, but he was downplayed by this bastard as "drink a few more glasses", what a shame.

"Then we put Mr. Su and her at the gate of Su's house, and we left. Mr. Su promised to send her home. This is the whole story."

"She was thrown on the steps of the player's villa this morning."

"Oh? There is such a thing? Maybe Mr. Su drank too much, and he didn't know where your family lived, so he sent it to the player's villa after thinking about it."

"It's on the steps of the player's villa." Tan Ming said this while suppressing the anger in his heart.

"I'm not good at judging this. Based on my understanding of Mr. Su, he should have put him there early in the morning—"

Tan Ming stood up abruptly, Hou Yangming's eyes lit up, his body straightened up, one foot on the ground, and he reached out to pick up the unfinished Coke glass bottle placed on the other side of the recliner.

Hou Yangming knew that Tan Ming was not a good opponent, because he rarely dealt with him, he didn't know if the other party would suddenly do something out of the ordinary.

"Thank you, Mr. Hou, I'll go first." Tan Ming turned around and left after speaking.

Hou Yangming shouted behind him, "Wait a minute!"

Tan Ming turned around with a gloomy expression, "What advice, Mr. Hou, do you have?"

"I dare not take advice. I want to know what President Tan will do?"

Tan Ming and Hou Yangming's eyes met. Hou Yangming asked this question well, but he happened to have no idea in mind.

"Is Tan Yuan okay?" Hou Yangming spoke softly.

"Just the hangover."

"Mr. Tan, young people like to play, and there is no time for anyone to go out of their way. Look at me, I have been in love with flowers for so many years. Mr. Su is also the eldest son of a Soviet-style enterprise after all. If you stay in the green hills, you will not be afraid of running out of firewood. Business Many friends are better than many enemies, right?"

Hou Yangming could see Tan Ming's nose trembling slightly, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

But Hou Yangming was not afraid at all. The tense atmosphere was not because of him, but because of Tan Ming's inner struggle.

That was his sister. He definitely wanted to stand up for Tan Yuan, but he couldn't at this time, he could only knock his teeth down and swallow it in his stomach. Who made him have no power, no power, only money?

The most indispensable thing in this world is rich people, at least in H City.

If you want to accumulate wealth, you must cling to the thighs of the powerful.

Everyone wants to embrace the thigh of the Su-style enterprise. If Tan Ming really makes a fuss, Hou Yangming can be sure that he will be played to death soon.

I believe Tan Ming is also aware of this truth.

Finally Tan Ming sighed, "Thank you Mr. Hou for your words, I know what to do."

Hou Yangming's eyes showed a very complicated expression. He lay down on the recliner and didn't look at Tan Ming again. "Mr. Tan often comes to the clubhouse to play when he has free time. I usually stay there."

"Thank you, Mr. Hou." Tan Ming knew that this meant that Hou Yangming was willing to make friends with him.

To be able to get to this point is to say that Hou Yangming thinks highly of him. He has to endure this tone, and he has to endure it, but he has suffered for his sister.

When Tan Ming came, he was very angry, but when he left, he was like a bereaved dog, completely devoid of confidence.

When he left the front desk, he didn't notice that there was a security guard at the front desk besides the receptionist.

His mind was all on self-pity and self-pity, so he didn't have time to pay attention to so much.

The receptionist "pointed" at Tan Ming with his eyes, and the security guard indicated with his eyes that he knew.

The two looked at each other and felt that the front desk had overreacted just now.

As soon as Tan Ming left, Hou Yangming called Meimei over, "Meimei—"