She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 210 Yang Xiao's Art

Two hours ago.

Imperial capital, urban village, old neighborhood, room 2 on the fifth floor.

"Squeak."

The door opened and Yang Xiao walked into the room carrying a small box.

The room smelled of cigarette smoke and stinky feet.

He looked at the messy room and frowned:

"How long has it been since you cleaned it? It's really dirty."

Yang Xiao is a germaphobe and always wears white gloves.

He took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and began to clean the room carefully.

Yang Xiao worked very efficiently and the room was spotlessly clean in less than half an hour.

He sat on the sofa with cigarette burns, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message to Li Yang:
"Boss, can I kill someone?"

While waiting for a reply, Yang Xiao opened the small box he brought with him.

He took out some things and placed them on the dining table in the middle of the living room.

A bottle of expensive red wine, a decanter, and two exquisite high-heeled glasses.

What’s different is that there is also a very thick needle and a roll of very strong black thread on the dining table.

There was no reply for a long time.

"So this is tacit consent, right? Big shots really are very frugal with words."

Yang Xiao smiled, put her phone back in her pocket and walked into the kitchen.

After being busy for a long time, it’s time for him to have a midnight snack.

Yang Xiao took out pork, chicken and shrimp from the refrigerator.

He is a carnivore and doesn't like vegetarian food.

Yang Xiao hummed a little tune while frying, stir-frying and deep-frying skillfully on the stove, and his movements were pleasing to the eye.

If you don’t know, you might think he is the chief chef of a five-star restaurant.

The aroma of food wafts from the kitchen.

. . . . . .

Three men and one woman were walking in the corridor laughing.

They smelled strongly of alcohol.

The three men went to a bar tonight to collect protection money, but they didn't expect that the inconspicuous little bar was actually protected by the famous Wu Ye.

To be honest, they were terribly scared.

After leaving the bar, I went to a disco and drank a lot of alcohol to calm myself down.

There was a woman next to him, who, taking advantage of her drunkenness, began to spread her feathers like a peacock, exuding her masculine charm.

"What happened to Zhao Laowu?
Today I am just giving face to his boss Lin Jinlong!

Damn it, otherwise, I will destroy him tonight!"

The leading old man from the imperial capital had a fierce look in his eyes, and he looked as if he was a big boss like Lin Jinlong.

The green-haired little brother also echoed:

“He’s going to smash that crappy bar sooner or later.

Look at the bartender at the bar, he looks like a duck.

I feel annoyed just looking at him."

The beautiful eyes of the women following them were shining.

She was wearing shorts and a tank top, and her face showed signs of staying up late and drinking frequently, with dark circles under her eyes that could not be concealed even with the heaviest makeup.

The woman is a female gangster, which was called a spirited girl in the past.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these gangsters are poor and low-class. What's surprising is that they have no shortage of women.

There are always ignorant and bad girls who can be taken away by such big bastards.

She was dancing in a bar tonight and was spotted by these three men.

As for these "big guys", this woman doesn't mind spending a night with them. Maybe if one of them becomes famous, she can use it as a topic of conversation to brag to her sisters.

Lao Pao walked to the third floor, touched his pocket, and suddenly stopped.

Damn, I forgot to buy a condom.

Who knows if this woman is sick? It’s really dangerous without that thing.

He took out a key and handed it to the woman:

"Go upstairs first, we'll be there in a minute."

There is a 24-hour convenience store downstairs.

Lao Pao is used to showing off by taking his younger brothers with him wherever he goes.

It's also a good time to go down and get some fresh air, get rid of the alcohol, and stay a little longer.

The woman was a little dissatisfied, but she didn't say anything. She took the key and went upstairs. . . . . .

The woman took out the key and opened the door, her eyes lighting up slightly.

How could a house where three grown men live be so clean?

The aroma of the food rushed into my nose and I swallowed.

After partying all night in the bar and drinking so much alcohol, you must be hungry.

The dining table in the middle of the living room was filled with all kinds of delicious food, which made people's mouths water.

She had also seen the bottle of wine on the table.

After hanging out in nightclubs for so many years, she only drank too much of such expensive wine once.

But why are there only two wine glasses on the table?
The woman whispered:
"What are these men doing?"

At this time, footsteps were heard in the kitchen.

She looked in the direction of the sound and her eyes slowly widened.

I saw a man in a white suit and white gloves walking into the living room with a plate of exquisitely presented fried shrimps.

That man is so handsome, so beautiful! And he has a great temperament!

But... why was he walking with those three hooligans?
Could it be... a male model? The kind that's for sale.

That should be the case. Anyone who can hang out with gangsters must be a dirty person.

This man is so handsome that even if he is a gigolo, he can make a woman's heart beat fast.

She said somewhat unnaturally:
"Well, your elder brother asked me to come up first."

When Yang Xiao saw the woman, there was no surprise on his face. He smiled and said:

"Okay, we can have dinner when they come back. Please sit for a while."

After Yang Xiao put the last plate of fried shrimp on the table, he sat on the sofa.

The woman blushed and sat down next to Yang Xiao.

Her legs were neatly kept together, looking like a rare lady.

Yang Xiao is very talkative and humorous. He makes women laugh and giggle.

The woman was no longer restrained and started to laugh and play with Yang Xiao.

At this time, the door opened.

Lao Pao frowned and looked at Yang Xiao:

"Why are you here!"

The green-haired little brother pointed at Yang Xiao and yelled:

"Fuck, I thought you were a duck, but it turns out you're a flywalker!

Damn it, what did you steal? "

The bald younger brother silently took out a dagger from his arms with a bad look on his face.

The woman widened her beautiful eyes:
"You don't know each other?!"

A big battle was about to break out, and the woman subconsciously moved towards Yang Xiao.

In just over ten minutes, Yang Xiao had gained the woman's complete trust.

Yang Xiao stood up with a gentle smile on his face:
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. It's time to eat."

. . . . . .

Half an hour later.

The room was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, so strong that it seemed to drown people.

On the ground, the shocking red has not yet dried.

Yang Xiao's white suit was kept neat and clean.

He sat at the dining table, took out the decanted red wine, poured himself a full glass, and also poured a glass for the person opposite him.

Sitting opposite Yang Xiao was a 'monster'.

The 'monster' had a woman's head, its eyes were wide open and terrified, and its hair was stained with blood.

The 'monster' was a bit fat, with a string of star-shaped and moon-shaped beads hanging around its neck.

The 'monster' has six legs on its back, like wings.

The 'monster' has dense black stitches all over its body.

It looks like a devil's prank, or like a child's random piece of building blocks.

Most people would probably vomit out their overnight meals after taking a look at it, but Yang Xiao treated this thing as his own child because it was his work of art.

Yang Xiao filled the 'monster's' glass with wine and said with a gentle smile:

"Beautiful lady, we can eat now."

Yang Xiao took a sip of red wine and felt slightly tipsy.

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(Afraid of 404, I will post the next chapter later.)
(End of this chapter)