第八十一章(5/6)

                                            黎黎圆睁双眼：“真的，老徐是驻那个场子的？”
                                                                                                                                                                我哈哈大乐，说人家是那个电影明星不是夜店小姐，每天把风花雪月的琐事搬到网上就万众追捧点击率过亿，还有老板追着屁股给她投资要做新媒体呐。
                                                                                                                                                                她一撇嘴，说：“明星泡夜店的多了去了，上次有一诗人叫我陪着，见我不怎么搭理他，还当场朗诵了自己的破诗，什么你看了我一下/我有了眼睛/你骂了我一句/我有了耳朵/你踢了我一脚/我有了屁股/你亲了我一下/我有了嘴巴/你搞了我一下/呵呵，亲爱的/我们有了爱情。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你说这叫什么狗屁玩意儿，要这么说那满天下不都是诗人了？”
                                                                                                                                                                黎黎很有些愤愤不平的意思，看起来诗人这个职业在她心目中还是高尚的象征，我想告诉她如今文人、商人、官人和妓女都一样，分别靠出卖灵魂、物品、人格和肉体来谋生，又怕她再无端生事，便忍住没有说出口。
                                                                                                                                                                饭饱意犹未尽，沈黎黎夸张地摸一下小圆肚皮，“下一个节目是饭后甜点，我们上你那狗窝去嘿咻罢。”
                                                                                                                                                                我有些怵她，大男人被一野丫头拨弄来吆喝去的，总让人有一种怪异的感觉，就像A片中被捆住手脚的男主角，只能尴尬和被动地迎合。“还是先说正事罢，消食运动耽搁一会儿死不了人。”
                                                                                                                                                                黎黎见我迟疑，咧嘴直乐：“我们以前不是约定你当我的性奴么，随时应召不得怨悔。何况我又不会强奸你，怕什么啊？”
                                                                                                                                                                我不知道她葫芦里到底卖的是啥春药，只得依她，一同开车回到家中。
                                                                            

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