Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

The 7-seater commercial vehicle under Donghai Taishun Trading Company is also a Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, and its interior has been modified to be exactly the same as the one in Hong Kong. It is also a new car. Of course, the one in Hong Kong is a right-hand drive vehicle, while the one in Donghai is a left-hand drive vehicle.

Zhou Hong also thought the interior layout was good, and if he were to order a seven-seater business van in the future, he planned to order and modify it according to this "Taishun model" blueprint.

Jin Shazai drove, and Xin Xin went to the passenger seat. In the business class, there were only Zhou Hong and Zhong Tier.

The van slowly came to a stop, the door opened, and it had already entered the courtyard of the auditorium.

When Zhou Hong got out of the car, he was taken aback. The courtyard was empty, and there was no trace of its former glory.

He shook his head: "Looks like the video arcade is really going to close down!"

Indeed, TV series and movies can now be watched online, especially now that there is little awareness of copyright. Telecom companies in various regions have almost all built information portals, and these information portal websites almost all have movie and TV channels. Locals can watch movies and TV series on their local telecom company's official website without buffering.

"Hmm?" But then they saw Jinshazi closing the door and locking it from the inside.

"Jinshazai came over this afternoon and we discussed booking the whole place." Chung Ti-er smiled. She wore a light white long trench coat that hugged her slender figure, and light green stilettos that revealed her smooth insteps. The color of the high heels was particularly bright and alluring. The long trench coat hem half-covered her beautiful ankles, as if they were surrounded by delicate silver anklets, giving her a unique sexy allure.

Zhou Hong nodded: "That's true." He still lacked this kind of privacy awareness.

As Zhou Hong walked arm-in-arm with the alluring goddess on the steps leading into the video room of the grand hall, he felt a strange unease.

The auditorium was completely empty; the only sounds in the entire hall were his and Zhong Tier'er's footsteps.

Arriving at the fourth row, Zhou Hong walked towards the middle, which was his usual seat when watching videos here.

Just as he and Chung Ti-er sat down, the lights went out instantly.

"The one who played the video is Jin Shazai. He will leave after he chooses to play it on repeat," Zhong Tier said softly, leaning against Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong paused, pondering the meaning of those words.

"The First Bodyguard" started quickly, and Zhou Hong stared blankly at it, occasionally glancing at the pure yet alluring superstar leaning against him, then looking around. In the past, his friends used to play and joke around here, and many films starring this goddess had been screened here.

My mind was in a mess, and I didn't know what day it was.

The pure and innocent "Michelle" made a stunning appearance in the film. When Zhou Hong turned his head to look, Chung Ti-er's pure face was also looking up at him. Today, her hairstyle seemed to be the same as in the movie, deliberately showing off her pure and innocent appearance.

Zhou Hong smiled slightly, gently embraced her, looked at the goddess's face on the screen, and looked at the vibrant and beautiful woman in his arms, but in his heart, desire was gradually growing.

Gradually, the story moved to the romantic moment of holding an umbrella in the rain, and the heart-fluttering moment of dormitory security check.

Huh? Zhou Hong was taken aback when he saw the long trench coat on the goddess next to him slowly fall off, revealing the classic snow-white lace slip dress on the big screen.

As Zhou Hong's heart pounded, the pure goddess slowly straddled his legs, her red lips gently touching his.

Behind the more vivid and charming innocent face before our eyes are scenes of Michelle and her bodyguard on the big screen, filled with ambiguous moments.

Zhou Hong suddenly tightened his embrace around the goddess's waist. The delicate, soft touch beneath her thin, snow-white nightgown was heavenly in an instant, driving Zhou Hong almost to madness. He showered her pure face, her snow-white neck, and... with passionate kisses.

"Ah!..." The goddess screamed in shock, her pure face filled with disbelief. She shrank back, trying to escape the sudden terror. "I... I'm a little scared... Wait a minute..."

"ah!……"

Today, Zhou Hong is like an extremely patient hunter, toying with and fooling the little white fox that is imprisoned.

Almost every inch of flesh and blood was painted by the hunter's mouth like a lotus flower in bloom, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes violent, sometimes gentle.

Just as the white fox was in an indescribable out-of-body state, suddenly, a high-pitched, painful scream rang out, and the hunter's dagger pierced its heart.

On screen, there are all sorts of fluid and seamless fights and gun battles.

The shadows cast by the screen showed a towering figure standing like a Vajra, while a slender figure was manipulated and manipulated by him. The Vajra figure moved with effortless ease, while the slender figure was swung through the air like the graceful dance of a celestial maiden.

On a row of benches nearby, a pair of light green stilettos would sometimes fly up, sometimes hang limply on the back of the chair, and sometimes stand on tiptoe. The silver anklets made a faint, alluring jingle as her graceful ankles trembled.

I have no idea what day it is, day after day, it's like the video is already playing its fourth movie.

The deep bass of the movie sound seemed unable to drown out the noise of rain pattering on banana leaves.

As for the goddess's original voice, which was often in a crying state and seemed to be mixed with another dubbing in the movie, it eventually faded away.

"Ah..." As if it were the goddess's last struggle, or her last liberation, her light green high heels suddenly slammed down on the back of the seat in front of her, one on each side.

The landscape marked by those light green high heels is where a tall figure is enjoying the ultra-high-speed phase of a marathon.

The light green high heels finally drooped limply off the back of the chair, one of them landing with a thud. The delicate, snow-white foot, painted with pink and white toenail polish, was then caught in a hand and played with at will.

The high-speed development continues, relentlessly...