At the International Building, Zhang Yuanqing entered a luxurious, spacious office under the guidance of the blonde, blue-eyed Annie.
Bill Tarantino had been waiting for some time on the brown leather sofa in the reception room. Today, he wore a black shirt with the buttons at the cuffs and collar undone, a glass of wine in hand.
He looked relaxed and at ease.
"Oh, my friend, I'm very happy to see you again."
Mr. Bill displayed an enthusiasm completely different from last time. He set down his glass, hurried over eagerly, and opened his arms to embrace Zhang Yuanqing.
He led his major client to the sofa and asked warmly:
"What would you like to drink?"
"Cola!" Zhang Yuanqing said.
Bill Tarantino froze for a moment, then quickly looked at his female assistant. "Annie, have someone go buy some."
There was no need to buy cola. As a foreign-funded company, there were many white employees who habitually drank it, and the freezer in the lounge was stocked with case after case.
Annie brought back a case of canned cola, opened it, poured it into a glass, then took out a tray of ice cubes from the freezer and added a few small cubes.
"Please enjoy, Mr. Zhang~"
As she placed the drink on the coffee table, she deliberately bent over, letting the young guest see the fair, creamy valley between her breasts.
The Lust profession was really annoying. They were seducing you every moment of every day. It hurt to hold back, but not holding back wasn't an option either. It was downright poisonous. Zhang Yuanqing wished he could gouge out his eyes and toss them in there to measure the depth of that valley.
Seeing how captivated the young man was by her body, Annie smiled sweetly, as though