Ode to Joy: Whoring with the Old Tan

Because he ran out of cash, Mr. Tang had to wait for his driver in the hotel lobby.

While waiting, the waiter brought a cup of freshly ground coffee, Mr. Tang began to recall what happened last night amidst the aroma of the coffee.

Although he is low-key and not in the limelight, as a legend in the shopping mall, Tan Zongming is also well-informed and has read thousands of sails. The third-tier stars and eighteen-tier young models who rolled over from his bed are not enough for a group, but they also have a reinforced row. It can be seen that there are so many tricks that can completely rival Mr. Tang.

No, Xiao Tang always held his head with a hangover, and he didn't want to admit it but had to admit it in frustration, because he was so drunk that he wasted his energy at the beginning, and finally he was so tired that he could only beg for help. Sleeping, Tan Baba, who is well versed in the art of war and waits for work with ease, is even better.

Thinking of the nonsense he talked about in order to get a rest at the end, Xiao Tang always felt his head hurt even more.

Nima, I didn't do a routine checkup, and I don't know if Tan Zongming has any VD, STD, or HIV!

Cursing in his heart, the distraught little Tang always completely forgot that, as the leader of the inland playboys, she has appeared on the headlines many times in a grandiose or subtle way, and her private life is not inferior to the colorful Tan Baba .

Thinking of the cash I put on the bedside table, imagining how colorful Tan Zongming's expression would be when he woke up and saw the huge sum of whoring money, Xiao Tang finally let out a breath of foul breath that was stuck in his throat——hmm , she didn't suffer either.

Four or ten minutes later, Mr. Tang waited for her Maserati.Looking at his navel-baring top and hot pants, which were so wrinkled that they were far from decent, Xiao Tang swallowed the words "going to the company" and said, "Go home."