To You, My Beloved

But it was strange. The man obviously took the initiative to cover Gu Qingcheng with a blanket and warmed the milk. Why did he ask her to replace him and say that he did it himself?

I really can't understand... I don't care, she just takes the money, and it doesn't have much to do with her.

Xiaolin thought, shook her head, locked the cabinet and walked out of the lounge.

Gu Qingcheng drank the milk, tidied her clothes, and went out to play the piano.

The business in the Suyuan Club was particularly good tonight. All the boxes were almost full. Someone might be playing cards. The cheers were a bit loud. The sound kept coming from the boxes, almost drowning out the beautiful music played by Gu Qingcheng. .

At eight o'clock, a middle-aged man with a big belly walked out from the "Rose" box. He drank some wine and staggered when he walked.

He walked around the hall, and then walked to the piano where Gu Qingcheng was playing. He stared at Gu Qingcheng for a while, then walked around the piano, and finally stood next to Gu Qingcheng. , stared at Gu Qingcheng's face for a few seconds, then nodded with satisfaction, stepped forward and asked: "Is your name Gu Qingcheng?"

Although this was Gu Qingcheng's first time working in the service industry, she was still very well-mannered while playing the piano and nodding her head with a smile and saying "hmm" to the man who was chatting with her.

The middle-aged man burped and put his hand on Gu Qingcheng's shoulder.

Gu Qingcheng's fingers on the piano paused, and the smooth and beautiful music was interrupted.

"Why don't you play anymore? Keep playing, it sounds good." The middle-aged man said.

Gu Qingcheng quietly turned sideways, avoided the man's hand, and continued playing the piano without looking at him.

The middle-aged man stood nearby and listened for a while, then reached out and pressed a piano key, disturbing Gu Qingcheng's piano sound.

"I'm imitating your way of pressing, why is the sound that comes out not as good as yours?" The middle-aged man said, then stretched out his hand and grabbed Gu Qingcheng's hand: "Will you teach me? "

Gu Qingcheng quickly withdrew his hand. The middle-aged man curled his lips, laughed softly, and leaned into Gu Qingcheng's ear: "Give me a price, how much do you pay for one night?"

The insult in the middle-aged man's words was particularly obvious. Gu Qingcheng's face instantly turned red. She stood up suddenly, stared at the man, and reprimanded in a harsh tone: "Sir, please respect yourself."

"You don't have to pretend to be noble. I've heard it a long time ago. You are a high-end prostitute, and the price is five thousand a night." The middle-aged man looked Gu Qingcheng up and down, as if he was very satisfied. He nodded and continued: "She looks really good, with thin skin and tender flesh. How about this? Come with me tonight and I will double it for you, ten thousand. What do you think..."

Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Gu Qingcheng raised her hand and slapped him hard in the face.

The middle-aged man seemed not to have expected that Gu Qingcheng would suddenly hit someone. The man was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke and cursed: "Smelly bitch!"

Gu Qingcheng was angry and angry, her face turned red. Without thinking, she grabbed the music sheet on the piano and smashed it on the man's head.