Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Jian Yan was very surprised by what she said, "You are so rich, and this is not possible? It's strange not to make money."

Meng Jiangshu laughed at her naivety, "There are deep interests involved. Those wives of officials are two-faced and rich. They may not have less assets than me."

She understood it in her heart, which was true.

Not only do they have money, they also have power.

Entering the venue, the show started with a male model walking. He was wearing less, but he still used two pieces of cloth to cover himself up, as if he wanted to look like he was reluctant but also willing. He also wore more restrained accessories such as leather jackets and metal chains.

Means nothing.

Jian Yan leaned on the leather sofa, supporting his head with his hands, looking around idly.

A male waiter came over with fruit and wine, kneeling on the ground, with a straight back, thin and handsome. When pouring the wine, he leaned against her, almost leaning out most of his body, and the bell on the collar on his Adam's apple rang softly, as if deliberately seducing her.

"Ma'am, the wine you requested."

The voice was also dignified, giving off a particularly abstinent feeling as if one was forced to do this job.

Jian Yan knew that this was their professional skill, pretending to be innocent.

He was sent away with just a few words.

"You haven't been given any chance at all." Meng Jiangshu played with the chin of a male waiter.

He was young, with a fair face, and was wearing a uniform that revealed a fox tail. He had fox ears on his head and a shy expression.

"I'm not used to having people waiting on me."

Jian Yan frowned imperceptibly, "It feels very awkward."

Meng Jiangshu smiled and glanced at her, as if she was looking at an alien, and said in a faint tone, "You come too seldom, you will get used to it after waiting more often."

The boy she caressed blushed and nodded in agreement, "Yes, President Meng is right. The sisters don't want to leave after coming to Tianshang Renjian."

Jian Yan felt her scalp tingling when she heard his beautiful voice.

I thought, forget it.

She couldn't resist the soft Wu dialect.

It's enough to just try it out for fun. If she really hangs out here, she will get addicted and then she might be scolded to death by Tong Ruixiao.

Moreover, the progress of the task was slow and had not been updated for a long time. She did not trigger a new task, but instead indulged in luxury. It was really a bit unreasonable.

Meng Jiangshu saw that she was somewhat repulsive and knew that she didn't see the type she liked. "Young male PRs are most popular with clients, especially those with fair skin and tender flesh, and big and active penises. But if you don't like this type, there are many more to come."

"The song and dance show will start in a while. If you see someone you like, tell me and I'll book him to accompany you."

Jian Yan thought that she couldn't refuse today, so she could only smile and say, "Let me take a look."

The song and dance show is more interesting than the catwalk, alternating between solo and group dances.

The host, wearing a tuxedo, introduced the models and dance content.

The opening lighting was an ambiguous pink, and then Jian Yan saw three tough-looking men wearing tight white tops and gray pants coming on stage.

They have bronze skin, dragon-like tattoos on their necks, bulging muscles, and their gray pants can be clearly seen when they dance. They control their chest muscles to shake with the music and drums. From time to time, they lift their tight tops to let the audience see their bodies.

Jian Yan thought it was too wild, but the wealthy ladies sitting scattered around seemed to be watching with gusto. Some even raised signs and turned on lights.

"What are these brands?"

Meng Jiangshu took a sip of her cocktail. "Raising the sign means you want to book someone, usually for a whole night. And turning on the lights each time means the price goes up, 500,000 each time. This is a third-class call girl. Second and first class are more expensive."

Jian Yan thought that people were like items with clearly marked prices, divided into different levels, and one could own them by spending a large sum of money.

I can't express what I feel in my heart.

Just thinking, am I not also treated as an object?

One day of desolation and the next day of glory.

When he was down and out, he was even worse than these people and suffered all kinds of humiliation. Now he has not waited for the glory, but just after breaking free from the cage and entering an ordinary situation, he has become what he hated at that time.

Meng Jiangshu received a phone call and did not avoid them. She answered the call slowly in this noisy and luxurious scene.

Jane Yan heard her say:

"You're looking for me? Unfortunately, I'm not in Haicheng. I'm out having fun, so I can't see you. It's better for you and me to meet as little as possible."

"Where I go is none of your business."

"You won an award? That's great. I'm proud of you."

"I went back to visit your dad a while ago. Well, I won't go during the New Year this year to avoid you two quarreling again."

"That's it, hang up."

Meng Jiangshu hung up the phone with no expression on her face. She noticed Jian Yan was looking at her and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"You don't like this person?"

Otherwise why so cold.

"Yan Yan, you are really simple." Meng Jiangshu understood what she meant and looked at the performers on the stage in the distance. "Can you tell whether you like it or not from its face?"

He smiled again, "I quite like him. He's a little brother, serious and sincere to others, a little ambitious, quite to my liking."

“But he’s not in the right position.”

Jian Yan thought for a moment, "Then there's nothing we can do."

What a realistic answer.

I just like you, I won’t give you a chance if your identity is not suitable.

But she couldn't imagine that this "inappropriateness" was not because this man had no money or status and was not worth staying with, but because Meng Jiangshu could not have a father and son at the same time, so she could only give up one and choose the other, which was reasonable and emotional.

"The next person to appear is the famous and well-known person in our Tianshang Renjian, Master Zhilan, Jiuxiang."

Jian Yan listened and wondered who could be worthy of the name "Zhilan", so he looked over and his attention was instantly attracted.

The ambiguous lights on the stage were added with a touch of mist, and petals fell like blood rain, with a gentle fragrance. From the faint mist, a handsome man in peach-colored gauze emerged, holding a tasseled flute, making people feel as if they were in a fairyland.

He walked out step by step, dancing to the drum beats, using the flute as a staff, like a sacrificial offering, accompanied by the ringing of clear bells, which made people's breath stop.

Her waist-length silver-white hair was as soft as a silver waterfall. She wore silver-chain glasses on her face. Her narrow eyes were sparkling and full of spring, with powder at the corners of her eyes. She had a beautiful appearance that was both enchanting and unreal.

"Half a million!"

"one million!"

"1500000!"

Almost as soon as he came on stage, the host kept calling out prices and people in the audience kept holding up signs.

Jian Yan was distracted for a moment, then turned around to look at Meng Jiangshu. The other party didn't seem to find it strange, and there was a sense of laziness between her brows.

“This is just the beginning.”

Meng Jiangshu smiled and said, "The second-class call boys are quite capable and more popular than the third-class ones."

Jian Yan took a sip of red wine, licked his lips, and felt a little uneasy. This was only the second-grade low batch, and it was already amazing. How about the first-grade high batch?

She couldn't bear to watch any longer.