Chapter 290 What's the Use of Keeping Me Here?

They all wore only a silk nightgown that had been sterilized and made sure there was no peculiar smell, and they walked in, which were thin and light.

Lu Yange's eyes lit up immediately, and he tried his best to ignore An Xiaowan's brightness, cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, brother Huo, they've finished washing, and they've made sure that there's no strange smell. You... Smell it?"

For some reason, when he said this, Lu Yange couldn't help but glance in An Xiaowan's direction.

I always feel a little inexplicably guilty.

...Probably because she was abused by An Xiaowan a little too many times, and she still has lingering fears? ?

Smell it?

An Xiaowan's eyes moved slightly, and her hand holding the broom tightened.

She thought to herself that this had nothing to do with her, and then hurriedly wanted to go out.

"stop!"

Behind him, the man's familiar voice came again. Only this time, the tone was much harsher, full of a sense of command from the superior, making people dare not refuse.

An Xiaowan stopped again.

Cheng Yu and Mo Feifei didn't know what was going on, but they were deeply afraid that An Xiaowan would steal their limelight, so they quickly walked to Huo Shen's side with brisk steps.

Only this time, they all carefully kept a certain distance.

Just now, they went to wash it well to make sure that there was no trace of peculiar smell on their bodies, and even covered up their own original smell before they walked out. In the bathroom, they rubbed their immature skin red, just for today, to be able to be spotted by that noble and handsome man successfully.

In this circle, everyone hopes to get a strong asylum.

One is because I want to go further and go higher.

The second is that if there is no strong backstage, then they will always be meals on the plates of men. Every time they participate in a dinner party, they will be selected by someone, and they will be taken away under such and such conditions. After a few nights, the short transaction is over.

Maybe get a sum of money, maybe get a chance.

Then a few days later, the process is repeated until no one else can pick them, or they can come out on top.

And if there is a strong backing, they don't need to participate in those dinners, even if they participate, they will not be picked and picked by others, and they will be frequently traded as commodities.

"Young Master Huo, can Feifei pour wine for you now?" Mo Feifei asked softly.

Not to be outdone, Cheng Yu walked to the other side of Huo Shen and picked up the fruit.

The nasty smell of powder was indeed gone from the bodies of the two of them, but Huo Shen still didn't like it. But facing An Xiaowan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he suppressed his expression.

The wine glass was filled, and the fruit was brought to his lips.

Huo Shen sat there, with a noble and proud indifference all over his body, but his dark eyes kept staring in the direction of An Xiaowan.

He is like a king, surrounded and served by women.

An Xiaowan stood there bored, squinting her eyes.

What does this man want?

Could it be that he wanted her to see how much he was loved and welcomed by women, so that she would feel regretful and pity?

"My lord, what's your business in keeping me here?" An Xiaowan became a little impatient.

Huo Shen's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous light shone.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his sexy jaw slightly, gestured towards the ground, and said coldly, "It wasn't cleaned."

An Xiaowan also narrowed her eyes slightly, looking down.

On the ground, although the debris had been cleaned up, there was still a trace of alcohol.