Jiang Xu looked at Liu Dahai with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Dahai, your abacus beads are about to crash onto my face."
Liu Dahai, whose intentions were seen through, scratched his head and kept laughing hehe.
Jiang Xu only pretended to like married women in order to deceive Wang Dachui.
But Liu Dahai really liked married women.
He was the perfect man who had inherited the Prime Minister's legacy.
Of course, he wouldn't dare touch the boss's wife, he didn't even dare to think about it.
That evening, Jiang Xu arrived at the gathering as promised.
As expected—
Not long after the opening, Wang Dachui clapped his hands and had ten women enter.
Those wearing cheongsam.
Those wearing bodycon skirts.
Those dressed as flight attendants.
Those wearing black stockings.
Those wearing flesh-colored stockings.
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Skinny or plump, there were all kinds.
And they were different from those green, young girls.
Each held a seductive charm in their eyes.
