Young Master Xiao Yatou, don't provoke fire

  The man didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he continued to comfort her, "I'm not cheating on you, I really didn't cheat on you." He rubbed his aching forehead, truly unsure if he was flirting or looking for trouble.

  Qian Lian Xia was still sobbing, but she secretly used her eyes to notice the man's expression. Taking advantage of his wiping his forehead, with a swift and decisive motion, she snatched the phone from his hand, then quickly scrambled up from the ground, like a rocket, dashing towards the door in one swift motion!

  The man was still in shock and confusion, only to see the little girl rush to the door like the wind, leaving him with a back view, waving her hand behind her, the sound still echoing, "Uncle, I'm going home, goodbye, 88!!"

  After finishing, the little girl disappeared in a flash outside the private room door. The man slowly stood up, watching her fly out of the private room door, and didn't chase after her. He just touched his lips, and then a certain interesting light floated in his eyes. This little girl is getting more and more interesting.

  The man walked out of the private room, and the smile on his face had completely disappeared. He hooked his lips coldly, his voice as cold as snowflakes in the sky, "Do I need to invite you again? Come out!"

  The waiter, still holding the camera, trembled and emerged from the corner, not daring to look at the man's expression. He turned around and tried to escape, but the man's cold voice immediately rang out, "Do you want your camera or your life?"

  The waiter stiffened and immediately knelt down, his legs softened. "Sir, please let me go, I had no choice," he said, still wearing the camera around his neck as if to protect himself, trying to clear responsibility. "It was a lady who ordered me to do it, not my intention to take sneaky pictures, sir, please forgive me!"

  "Oh, really?" The man walked in front of the waiter, took off his cold outerwear, and patted the waiter's shoulder in a friendly manner. "Don't worry, I'm not holding you responsible for anything," he said with a hook of his finger, gesturing for the waiter to come closer. Although the waiter was somewhat hesitant, he still drew near. The man whispered, "I just want to tell you that when you take pictures, make sure they look good. You have to make me look incredibly handsome." He patted the waiter's shoulder again and then turned around and walked away with a swagger.

  After the waiter was startled, he relaxed and let out a breath. He looked at the man's back and couldn't help but mutter, "Is this guy crazy or something?" Others would definitely delete this photo, but he actually told him to take a better one. None of this was his business, anyway; at least he managed to save the photo.

  In the private room, when those girls saw the photo, they couldn't help but jump in fright. The reason for their fright was that the person in the photo wasn't the little boy they had invited, but a mature man. It would have been okay if this man was just ordinary-looking, but he wasn't ugly at all - on the contrary, he looked extremely handsome. In fact, even if you searched the entire "night", you probably wouldn't be able to find such a good-looking man. So who was this man?

  The woman immediately showed the photo to the flirtatious man beside her, but unfortunately, he just shook his head and only held her hand down to his lower body, moving it up and down. The woman was furious, fiercely pinching the "duck" below once, and he was in pain, immediately changing color, no longer daring to be presumptuous.

  Her fierce gaze shot at the attendant who was still bowing his head, "Tell me, is this the photo you took?" She slapped a stack of photos on the attendant's face, "Wasn't it supposed to be that little boy? Why isn't it?"

  The photos were scattered all over the floor, and the waiter looked wronged, but could only honestly answer, "Miss, when I went there, I only saw this man, didn't see anyone else! I don't know who you're talking about?" He muttered to himself, "You just let me take pictures, right?"

  "Sister, calm down," he said, seeing that the woman was about to get angry again, and immediately grabbed her hand, with a subtle thought in his eyes. "Sister, consider it good luck for her, although we didn't achieve our original goal, but we have these photos, what are we afraid of?" Her lips were slightly curled up, and her almost swollen lips from being kissed were even more eye-catching under the dim light. "No matter what, we've already achieved today's first goal, so what do we want to do next? It's all up to us!"

  "Haha, you're absolutely right!" The woman's anger dissipated immediately after hearing this. The crimson sofa, the disheveled men and women lying in unseemly postures, the chaotic scene in the room couldn't conceal the triumphant smile in the eyes of these women.

  The waiter quietly exited the private room, patted his bulging pockets in satisfaction, but was suddenly pulled away by a hand. Just as he was about to curse, his boss's knuckles had already rapped against his forehead, "It's me, take a closer look."

  "Brother Chen, what's going on?"

  Chen Ge scratched his mouth, also puzzled. "Just now the boss asked the manager about the booth number of these women, it seemed to be the first room they stayed in earlier, and later I don't know what happened, it seems like the boss is very concerned about one of the women."

  The waiter was so excited that he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Chen, Brother Chen, are you sure you're talking about...that elusive boss who's always nowhere to be found?" The waiter suddenly thought of something and looked as if he had been struck by lightning, pointing at the private room behind him and asking, "Brother Chen, is the woman you mentioned in there?"

  "Although the boss didn't specifically say, but from his eyes, it can be seen that he was looking at which woman, and just now, I didn't see that woman enter this private room," said Chen Ge, shaking his head.

  The young waiter's heart seemed to have stopped, he suddenly remembered that he had left a photo earlier, and quickly rummaged through his things to take it out, pointing at the man in the photo and asking, "Brother Chen, do you know this man?"

  "Brother Chen looked at the man in the photo and turned his head back to the waiter with a puzzled expression, 'Little Fourth, how did you get Boss's photo?'"

  "Ah," the waiter suddenly dropped the photo and shouted loudly, "Brother Chen, I'm done for!"