290 two girls

The tattooed men realized that the situation was wrong and quickly told them to leave. Zhang Yuan and Huang Rou successfully came to Dalong Bay Beach.

There are also some shops and small shops in Dalong Bay Beach, which are not large in scale, and the real development here has not yet begun.

The beach here is a silver beach in the true sense. The sea is blue, the beach is silvery white, and the clean world is clear!

There are many beautiful men here, and there are many sexy bikinis, but I haven't seen any naked celestial beauties.

Zhang Yuan and Huang Rou found a quiet place and were about to change their swimsuits to swim. Suddenly, Huang Rou's aunt came. Both of them smiled bitterly. The planned water play program was stranded.

Huang Rou came to her period and the wind was not good here, so Zhang Yuan took a taxi to take her back to the hotel.

Huang Rou fell asleep after loving Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan was bored and went out for a walk by himself.

Zhang Yuan came out of the Yefeng Hotel and walked along the long street. From time to time, he would see many beautiful women, especially girls. Strangely, when they got off the station, they would get on the bus. That's not a taxi. They don't seem to know each other. Is it a ride?

Zhang Yuan was a little puzzled. At this time, two beautiful girls in short skirts by the roadside waved to him. He walked over doubtfully and asked, "What's the matter?"

One of the two girls covered his mouth and smiled, and the other said crisply, "Boss, what else can I do? It's just that you are lonely and anxious to look around. If you want to play, we can accompany you, and the consumption is not high."

Zhang Yuan suddenly understood what was going on with those girls just now. It turned out that they were doing this job. Their eyes and imagination were really bad.

Zhang Yuan looked at the two girls. They were pure and beautiful, with light makeup, tender skin and good figures. It was rare that their voices were also very good. It would be a good choice if he had a pastime. After all, he is unhappy with no women now. If there is no woman to make him angry, he can't sleep.

"Oh, I thought it was all a ride."

Zhang Yuan smiled and asked, "How to consume?"

The girl with a little baby fat said, "We are all the first time, and we have to give at least 10,000 yuan, except for anything else, just 8,000 yuan per person."

Zhang Yuan looked at them, but they were really young. Their eyebrows had not spread yet, and they were not old, so they probably just crossed the danger line. Otherwise, he really didn't want to make mistakes and harm the seedlings.

"It can't be confirmed that people don't have much credit now. Besides, I can play four or five for 8,000 yuan in another place."

"Are you as beautiful as us?"

"Maybe it's a little more beautiful."

"What are you talking about?"

"There are many places, such as Linjiang."

"Nonsense, it's all borders. It's cheaper if you go to Africa."

"If you dare to do this over there, it is estimated that the indigenous people will be stoned to death."

The three people strolled around and talked together and gradually forgot their original intention. Zhang Yuan saw that the two girls named Lin Jia and Yang Mei were not the kind of people who were short of money, but they really wanted to play with him all night. Maybe they thought he was handsome, or maybe they happened to meet him, and others would also open a room.

"Zhang Yuan, how old are you?"

Lin Jia is a little girl who is a little chubby. She clicks her little sandals and proudly glances at her beautiful little feet from time to time, which are the proudest part of her body. Just to maintain her feet, she spends no less than 500,000 yuan of silver every year, just like the luminous manicure on her feet now. Thousands of people, beautiful but still don't hurt their toenails.

Zhang Yuan also appreciated Lin Jia's little feet and said, "Your feet are very beautiful. You can use them when you open a room later."

Lin Jia smiled proudly: "Okay, I have practiced it. It will definitely make you wander between heaven and hell."

Zhang Yuan disdained and secretly said that you had practiced a fart. Didn't you play with carrots, eggplant and prickly cucumber eggs with your feet every day? It's really good.

"You haven't said how old you are yet."

Lin Jia is very persistent on this issue. She rarely feels that she can't see the other party's age, but this time she really has no bottom. She thinks this boy surnamed Lin is unfathomable.

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "Guess."

Lin Jia tilted her little head and looked very naive and cute: "18?"

Yang Mei rolled her eyes and whispered, "Say more seventeen."

Zhang Yuan immediately raised his thumb: "What a good eye. You are close to the correct answer."

The three walked to the seaside. The lights were shining, and there were many people playing in the water. There were many beautiful women among them. The two little girls Zhang Yuan saw on the roadside had already wore swimsuits and went into the water with two old men. When they reached the depths, they hugged them together, with strange expressions and faintly hummed.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his eyes and sighed: "I'm so old, and I'm not afraid of drowning."

The two girls also saw those, and they could see them on this beach almost every day. They sneered and Yang Mei said, "Isn't there a saying?"

"What did you say?"

"Old and immortal."

Zhang Yuan couldn't laugh or cry. He felt that Yang Mei, a girl, was very sharp, while Lin Jia, was fierce. It should be a very wise and magical choice to have a room with these two watery girls!

"Zhang Yuan, look, someone over there is committing suicide."

Lin Jia looked at the man walking into the water with an envious look in her eyes. Zhang Yuan inadvertently saw this detail and couldn't help but burst into his heart.

Although Zhang Yuan is not an ordinary normal person, he still likes to deal with normal people. Lin Jia obviously has a suicidal complex. Normal people will not envy others for suicide, and there must be psychological problems.

As a writer, Zhang Yuan has a deep understanding of human nature and people's hearts. He carefully thought about tonight's experience, looked at Yang Mei, and found that the girl was also looking at the old man walking into the sea with envy. She also had a similar suicide complex.

Zhang Yuan felt unlucky, but also felt very exciting. He did not think it was exciting for others to commit suicide, but felt that it was exciting and novel to meet such a person.

Although Zhang Yuan saw through it, he didn't say it. He wanted to wait for the two little foxes to show their weasel tails.

"That's not suicide. They are learning to swim."

Zhang Yuan is right. The old man turned around when he reached a certain depth, pushed the dog back to the beach, and then went to the sea.

"Dead old man."

"unlucky."

The two little girls were very disappointed to see that they did not commit suicide. People like to look for similar varieties. They thought they had found it, but unfortunately it was not a beautiful misunderstanding.

Zhang Yuan looked at the old man and said, "Don't talk so well. They are so old that they don't call grandpa too much. How can they talk?"

Lin Jia said, "I don't lack grandpa. Looking at his dead appearance, he is as fat as a pig."

Yang Mei said, "How do you talk? Who has a bad mouth? If you say bad luck is a bad mouth. I think your mouth is bad."

Zhang Yuan didn't bother to pay attention to them. He turned around and walked to the shore and said to the two girls who followed him, "Don't follow me anymore. I won't be with people without quality."

After saying that, Zhang Yuan went back to the hotel.

Huang Rou woke up and Zhang Yuan ate something in the guest room and continued to sleep. She needs enough sleep now!

Zhang Yuan didn't want to go out to play anymore, so he began to write.

Today, the two girls gave him inspiration, and he decided to write a book based on them.

The story chooses thriller and suspense as the genre, but the content is actually more inspiring and alarming. When Zhang Yuan finished writing this novel, he looked at the sky outside, and it was already dawn.