Addiction MTL

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Chapter 1

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the neon lights of the city are flickering endlessly, the traffic is busy, and it is extremely prosperous.

The train station is like dumpling, inside and outside the waiting hall, three floors inside and three floors outside, there are all moving heads as far as the eye can see.

Where dragons and snakes mingle, pickpockets are indispensable. A few shirtless men were squatting on the side of the road smoking a cigarette. Under the night light, their arms were dark and strong, and their eyes were sneakily aiming at the passing passengers, looking for targets.

Soon, several pairs of eyes looked towards the exit and noticed a woman, a young woman.

At night, the woman was still wearing a pair of sunglasses, covering most of her face. Under the light, there was only a sharp chin and lips without lipstick. The shape was thin, sexy and beautiful. She is single, dragging a suitcase in her hands, and is immersed in the phone. She wears a simple gray suit, with graceful curves, knee-length trousers, and long, slender, soft and white calves.

Several men swallowed their saliva and gave each other a look, tacit understanding.

After a few seconds, the cigarettes ran out, and several people dropped their cigarette butts and stood up, looked around, and followed the young woman out of the train station. However, the world is impermanent, and the plan can't change quickly. The lead pickpocket frowned, and saw the woman stop a taxi at the traffic light, throw the suitcase close to the trunk, open the door and get in.

"It's a pity, that figure is like a model, but I can't see the face clearly." The bald head spat on the ground, rubbing his shiny forehead and said.

Soon, the red light jumped for a moment, like a ghost's eye in the night. After it turned green, the taxi engine started, and the woman who made a few strong men think about it went away.

Outside the car window, the lights of thousands of houses in the entire city flashed across the city, and the air conditioner in the car was turned on very low, which cut off the scorching heat.

I didn't realize that there was an air conditioner on the train, but when I got off the train, I realized that City B in summer was indeed no different from a steamer. Shang Mengmeng took off her sunglasses, and tied her beautiful long black hair into a ponytail with the black hair band on her wrist. Her tender white and slender neck was completely exposed to the air, making her feel refreshed.

The taxi driver was a young man in his thirties. He glanced at the rearview mirror. The woman in the mirror had excellent facial features. She had no make-up, was beautiful and clean, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were all delicate like those of a southern woman. She looked twenty-two or three at most. The neckline is neither high nor low, the skin is snow-white, and the shape of the two collarbones is attractive. The scenery below is really intriguing.

"Go to the Evernight Palace." There was fatigue in the voice.

Nightclub, the nightclub with the highest consumption in City B, most of the people who come and go are either dignitaries or dignitaries.

Only then did the driver come back to his senses, looked away, and coughed twice as if to cover up something, obviously a little embarrassed. Nodding while turning the steering wheel, "Okay, I got it."

Shang Mengmeng didn't bother to answer, leaned her neck slightly, and collapsed on the back seat with her eyes closed.

There was a text message lying on the phone, which was received ten minutes ago. It was also this news that directly disrupted her plan to go home and sleep like a pig. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, but her brows were twisted into a "Chuan".