Sexy rich woman, making money online

The night sky was like spilled ink, silently spreading and staining the entire sky.

The neon lights in the manor lit up one after another, the warm yellow glow wrapped around the branches of the camphor trees, the colorful strings of lights outlined their shapes, the spotlights by the fountain reflected the water jets in a dazzling array of colors, and even every rose on the lawn was coated with a dreamy luster.

The once tranquil manor was instantly transformed into a dazzling, sleepless city, its neon lights adding an even more alluring and enchanting charm than its daytime vibrancy.

The girls had already changed into their carefully chosen dresses, their eyes filled with barely suppressed anticipation.

Mu Zhirui walked slowly down the stairs, wearing a wine-red velvet haute couture dress that perfectly outlined her slender figure. The hem of the dress swayed gently with her steps, like a red rose slowly blooming.

Her long hair was meticulously styled into a low bun, adorned with several round and full pearls, which made her cool and aloof face appear even whiter and more delicate. The pearl earrings on her earlobes swayed gently with her movements, echoing the embellishments in her hair, exuding an air of nobility.

It's not about ostentatious heavy makeup, but rather a stunning beauty that captivates the eye at first glance.

"Wife!"

Yuan Buyuan's eyes lit up instantly, and she rushed over almost instinctively, taking Mu Zhirui's arm familiarly and affectionately, her voice full of excitement.

This wasn't the first time she had met Mu Zhirui.

Every time, it made her heart pound.

Yuan Bu Yuan's greeting seemed to break the layer of restraint in everyone's hearts.

"Hello, my wife!"

Hello, America!

"Master... no, sister, hello!"

A chorus of greetings erupted instantly, and the girls' faces beamed with undisguised joy. Their eyes sparkled as they looked at Mu Zhirui with admiration and excitement.

Mu Zhirui, with Yuan Buyuan holding her arm, had a gentle smile on her lips. She raised the champagne glass handed to her by the waiter, the crystal in the glass reflecting a shimmering light under the neon lights.

He gently swirled the wine glass, his gaze slowly sweeping over the excited faces before him. His voice was clear and melodious, like a summer night breeze, soothing and warming the heart: "Hello."

Those three simple words made the girls present blush instantly, and they even became careful with their breathing.

Tu Gua was so nervous that he didn't know what to say.

He just kept his head down and typed furiously, desperately needing an outlet for the energy in his heart.

White Night Model Hall General Group.

[Spitting out watermelon: Ahhh, I can't take it anymore! Nectarine Sister is even prettier than in the photos, and that kid who twirled around is so lucky (gritting his teeth)]

[Qing: Oh? Tell me more, do you have any photos?]

[TaoTao: We don't take photos without permission, but she's really beautiful, and her voice is so mature and alluring! She's both innocent and seductive! My legs went weak!]

[Grape: Mmm, my older sister smells so good, I really want to go over and cuddle with her.]

[Simple: @Grape Go! I support you]

[Grape: Ahhh, I was just thinking about it.]

[Nar: By the way, aren't you guys going to see a big event soon? Remember to share!]

[TaoTao: I don't have those thoughts at all anymore!]

[Qing: How so?]

[Peach: Because Sister Nectarine is such a wonderful person, touching a male model's abs under her nose always feels so embarrassing. I want to maintain my pure image!]

When she and Mu Zhirui interacted in the hall, she portrayed herself as a pure and beautiful young girl.

[Grape: Pfft—Your yellow nature was already exposed when you arrived here.]

[Peach: Yes, oh my god!]

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Mu Zhirui chatted with everyone for a while, and she recognized several of their IDs. She could see these followers not only on Douyin, but also on other apps.

Mu Zhirui was relieved to learn that everything was alright after they arrived.

At this moment, assistant Xiao O came over and whispered a few words in her ear. Mu Zhirui looked at the girls and teased, "Let's go, everything you wanted to see is here."

As the group walked out of the hall, the evening breeze carried the rich fragrance of roses, dispelling some of the noise and heat inside.

In the distance, the fountain splashed water, which shattered into countless stars under the lights.

Little O raised her hand and patted it gently.

The moment the crisp applause subsided, a series of synchronized footsteps suddenly echoed from the shadows deep within the manor.

The next second, dozens of shirtless men poured out like a torrent.

They are tall and upright, with an average height of over 181 cm. Every inch of their muscles shows the toned lines of years of training. Their abdominal muscles are clearly defined, and their biceps roll gently with each step. Sweat slides down their tan or pale skin, reflecting a sexy sheen under the lights.

Some are rugged, angular men with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding a cool and aloof aura. Others are sunny, gentle men with warm eyes and a beautiful curve in their eyes when they smile, radiating approachability. Still others have deep features with exotic flair, a high nose bridge, and thick eyelashes that make them instantly captivating.

Despite their different skin tones and appearances, they are all strikingly handsome, exuding an overwhelming aura of masculinity.

Hello, sisters!

Dozens of magnetic voices rang out in unison, like the lowest notes of a cello plucked at the eardrums, sending shivers down one's spine.

The male models stood in a row, their broad shoulders and narrow waists making them even more eye-catching. Beads of sweat slid down their smooth muscle lines, dazzling the eyes.

The naive young girls blushed instantly, looking like ripe tomatoes, their eyes darting around, unsure of what to do with their hands.

She wanted to look but didn't dare to look openly. She would steal a glance and then quickly lower her head. The tips of her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed. Her attempt to cover up her secret made Mu Zhirui want to laugh.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "Weren't you all usually so enthusiastic about promoting yourselves online? Why are you all so quiet now?"

Upon hearing this, their faces turned even redder.

Mu Zhirui looked at them, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.

There was a time when she was like that too.

Just then, a figure suddenly squeezed out from the crowd.

The girl was tall and slender, wearing a black halter dress. Her sharp eyes and brows resembled those of a female eagle poised to pounce. Although her cheeks were flushed red, she held her neck straight, her voice slightly stuttering, and shouted with full confidence, "Give...give me a dance!"

After these words were spoken, there was a brief moment of silence, followed by a burst of laughter.

The men were taken aback for a moment, then exchanged smiles. The man in the lead, with gentle features, stepped forward, bowed politely, and said with a smile, "Okay, sister!"