zhang fucai entered the private room and saw master cheng sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. two young girls were busy serving master cheng, pouring wine and massaging his legs. zhang fucai let out a long sigh in his heart. this was his dream life.
he needed master cheng's help, so he was both afraid and envious, so his mood was particularly complicated.
Master Cheng glanced at him and waved his hand to let the girls go to the side. He took a big cigar and glanced at Zhang fucai.
Editor-in-chief Zhang was also involved in the outside world, so he understood this kind of thing. He immediately went over and lit a cigar for master Cheng. Master Cheng was quite polite. editor-in-chief Zhang, do you want one too? "
chief editor zhang didn't dare to smoke master cheng's cigarette. he quickly waved his hand. " i don't need it. i don't need it. "
