There are three girls in this room, they dress up very charming, the point is that each person has a different style.
Some look mature and enchanting, the figure is like a ripe peach, as if a touch will be water;
Some look petite and immature, but have an amazing size, is the typical baby breast.
There is a cold and world-weary senior face, slender body length of about 1.8 meters, body proportion is very perfect.
Zhang Yi has some impressions of her. She seems to be a very famous model with more than 5 million online followers.
When they see the moment, Zhang Yi's eyes are inevitably some drifting, do not know where to fall.
He couldn't help but sigh: "The way rich people enjoy themselves is high-grade, and very professional!"
He walked into the room, gun in hand, and the three girls huddled in a corner in fear.
Some are sad, some are pathetic, and some look disgusted.
The combination of these complex emotions makes it easier for men to get excited.
"It's a professional!
Just a gesture and a look can move the heart."
For a general LSP, I am afraid that I can't keep myself down at this time.
But the person who came was Zhang Yi, and the result would have been slightly different.
His eyes glanced at the three people, "You are Kun?"
The faces of the three girls turned ugly when they heard this address.
"How can you make people innocent for no reason?
We are not Kun, we are guests here, we are guests!"
Zhang Yi took a look at their bodies, the meaning of the eyes is self-evident.
"What kind of house has guests dressed like that?
Is it the traditional culture of the family?"
This sentence is ironic, the three girls suddenly some embarrassed to cover up their hands.
But they exposed too many places, two hands simply can not cover, even in the field of live broadcasting is also very explosive.
Zhang Yi pulled a chair from the side and sat opposite the three people, the gun in his hand swaying slightly.
"Tell me, where are you guys from?"
Although these three women are very beautiful, the body is also very hot, if I guess correctly, but also skilled, proficient in all kinds of fancy senior female technicians.
But Zhang Yi this person is still clean, do not like to be friends with others.
If they had no other skills, Zhang would throw them out.
After all, his family never kept idle.
That's right, the $1 billion shelter belongs to Zhang Yi from now on.
Three women see the gun in Zhang Yi's hand, are afraid not to resist.
But the tall and tall girl with a senior face was stubborn and said: "I am not the Kun!"
"If not Kun, then what are you?"
The girl said proudly, "She is a socialite!"
"A socialite?
Zhang Yi nodded.
"Oh, that's Kun!"
Tianhai City socialite is equivalent to senior Kun, this Zhang Yi as a local or very clear.
Senior face girl gas straight stomp: "I am not!
But I have a master's degree from Tianhai University, English TEM-8, ballet National level 7!"
Zhang Yi nodded: "Oh.
Is that Kun?"
Several girls reacted with grief and anger. The mature and sexy girl took a deep breath and said, "You're prejudicing us."
"The men we come into contact with are the upper echelons of this society.
We just elevate ourselves through contact with them."
"Don't compare us with those people.
You know, it's not just about having a pretty face and body to fit in."
"We also need to have a high level of knowledge and content."
Zhang Yi Wen Yan clapped his hands, "The needle does not poke!
Does the way you interact with upper-class men include negative distance plural motion?"
Several girls looked at each other, and the mature girl argued, "This kind of thing can happen."
But we're not the universe. We have a choice.
It's only when we feel that the other person is qualified that there is some intimacy in a very pleasurable process."
Senior face girl also said: "My body I decide, now what era, you also take this thing, it is some discrimination against women!"
The cute girl also said angrily: "Don't be biased against us!"
Zhang Yi smiled.
"Oh, so you're still the Kun!"
The three girls shouted in unison, "We're not!"
Zhang Yichong they waved their hands: "What does it matter!
These days, there's no shame in making money.
Moreover, you are able to enter Wang Siming's home, which seems to be one of the best in the world."
"If society didn't allow it, you'd be given an award."
This time, the cute little girl couldn't stand it.
She stared at Zhang Yi and said angrily, "Do you know how hard we girls work?"
I won the National piano competition. I can play "Flight of the Bee."
Have you ever heard of it?"
The title of the song "Flying of the Wild Bee" raised Zhang Yi's eyebrows.
He knew it, of course, because he had a favorite movie called "The Pianist at Sea."
The climax is when the main character plays "Flight of the Bee".
The first time Zhang Yi heard this piano music was also dumbfounded, and could not imagine that a pianist's hand speed could reach this point.
He looked at the cute girl in front of him with some surprise, "You can really play?"
The lovely girl raised her chin somewhat proudly: "Of course!
I can play very well!"
The higher-faced girl next to her said, "Me too!"
Zhang Yi smiled.
The pianist who can skillfully play "Flight of the Bee" must at least have a professional level of eight.
The highest rating for pianos is nine.
In other words, the two beautiful young girls in front of Zhang Yi are rare excellent pianists in the country.
And such a girl, also came to be the queen.
"This is the age of laughing at the poor, not at the prostitutes.
In this way, it is good that the last days have come.
At least people are fair in the face of death."
Zhang Yi also has nothing to say, they come to "show" once, at least can get hundreds of thousands or even millions of red envelopes.
In the face of this temptation, most goddesses in the eyes of ordinary people are unable to resist.
When Zhang Yi looked at these beautiful girls again, the fire in her eyes had subsided a lot.
He raised his gun and aimed it at the three girls.
'Turn around and get on the wall!
A smile flashed through the eyes of the three girls.
Stinking man, he's been hanging out with us all day, and that's what he wants to do?
The three men pretended to be afraid, then turned and leaned against the wall.
You can tell by looking at it. It's a masterful job.
Zhang Yi took out several bundles of ropes and some ties from the different space, walked over and tied them up tightly.
Like a professional tortoiseshell tie.
A few girls at first thought Zhang Yi want to play tied, but found Zhang Yi bundle more and more tight.
After tying them up, Zhang Yi threw them in the pet room, closed the door and left.
Now is not the time to relax completely, Zhang Yi is not the kind of man on the brain.
He would continue to explore the house to see if there was any danger.