Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 97

The crisp collision sound of rippling red wine glasses, the charming and long blues in the bar, and the graceful young girl in the blooming season.

The bustling white apartment hidden on the side of the street, the soft singing and whispering in the dark box, the seemingly erosive atmosphere.

Wang Di comes here every day, and today is no exception.

He is the owner of a garment factory. He has a successful career, has both sons and daughters, and has a virtuous wife. He can be regarded as a winner in life.

But ever since he was brought here by a client one day, he seemed to be possessed, and would come here for a few drinks every day.

Like many middle-aged men, they are becoming less and less interested in facing their aging wives.

The girls here are young, beautiful, and innocent.

For a small price to pay, he can find his youthful passion and have a good night.

Being disciplined by his wife and suppressed for too long, he likes this place so much.

"Mr. Wang, I've been busy recently."

The bar owner sipped his wine and smiled gently.

"It's just a sneak in."

Wang Di smiled lightly, staring intently at the girl singing on the stage.

Very punk black leather jacket and collar, short blond hair and colored contacts, holding a guitar.

Different from the gentleness and gracefulness of ordinary girls of this age, her eyes are very sharp, and she looks very deviant, which is not easy to get along with.

The appearance is very sweet, but the temperament is very wild.

If I have to use one thing to describe it, it is probably lemonade with sea salt.

The voice is lazy and slightly melancholy, indescribably sexy.

It was unexpected to him that a teenage girl could be so sexy.

The boss took all of his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

"What's the girl's name?"

After singing a light rock song, Wang Di couldn't help asking.

"Lingzi, Ling of Fuling, you will be a resident singer here."

The boss said, and added: "She is short of money, and her sister has chronic myelogenous leukemia."

"Oh!"

Listening to the hint in the boss's words, Wang Di gave her a deep look.

At the end of the day's performance, Zhong Lingzi, carrying the guitar, came to the bar owner to pay the bill.

"Today's performance was very good."

The barkeeper smiled.

"Boss, pay your salary."

Zhong Lingzi just wanted to get the money and leave, and never looked at Wang Di who was sitting across from the boss.

Wang Di looked at her carefully, and upon closer inspection, the young girl's skin was really flimsy, unlike those young girls he had dated before, without any makeup.

"Lingzi, this is President Wang."

The bar owner coughed lightly.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Wang."

Zhong Lingzi responded lightly when he heard the words, gave him a cold sideways glance, and greeted him lukewarmly.

A greasy middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a big belly looked at her without concealing his desire.

"Hello!"

Wang Di also greeted with a smile.

"Lingzi, Mr. Wang really likes listening to your singing, and wants to get to know you."

The bar owner said so.

Zhong Lingzi looked sideways slightly, and gave her a puzzled look.

"Come backstage with me, I'll pay you first."

The bar owner looked around and walked towards the backstage.

Zhong Lingzi followed behind her and entered the room.

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

She had vaguely guessed that her tone was a little impatient.

"How is your sister's illness now?"

the boss asked softly.

"Fortunately."

Zhong Lingzi remained expressionless.

"Is there any medical expenses for next month?"

Zhong Lingzi's eyes wandered a little, he paused for a moment, and then he spoke.

"I've got a couple of jobs that should work out in the next month."

"What about the next month?"

the boss continued to ask.

"You are just a student, how much can you earn singing here?"

"Look at you, you're so skinny, you only eat that little bit every day. What if you save money on food and buy medicine for your younger sister, what if your body collapses first?"

The boss felt a little sorry.

"Boss, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Zhong Lingzi frowned.

"That man is rich."

"Well, then what?"

"He's taken a fancy to you."

The boss is outspoken.

"Oh, it's impossible! I'd rather die."

Zhong Lingzi sneered, his tone was very decisive, he bit the word death very hard.

After that, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Lingzi! Why are you so stubborn?"

The boss reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't be so stubborn!"

"Let go."

Zhong Lingzi lowered his eyes and said coldly.

"How much do you think about your sister's medical expenses? Can you afford it as a girl?"

"Listen to my advice, sometimes, this is fate!"

"No money, no power, young and beautiful is capital."

"If you don't make more money while you have capital, what protection will you have when you get old?"

The boss continued to exhort.

"You want me to be a lady?"

Zhong Lingzi's voice was hoarse, suppressing his anger.

That was the type of person she looked down on the most, and she would feel that it was an insult to her personality if anyone made such a request to her.

"This is the year of laughing at the poor but not laughing at the Chang!"

"Lingzi, Auntie knows that you have a strong self-esteem."

"I can understand. My aunt was like you when she was young."

"But you will understand sooner or later. A poor person trades his dignity for money. If he doesn't have dignity, he still has money."

"You can be poor all your life, and you will end up with no dignity and no money!"

Zhong Lingzi shook off her hand, looked back at her, and said coldly, "I called you aunt because you are an elder."

"Don't say that again in the future."

"You are willing to be humble, so don't think others are as humble as you!"

She slammed the door and left the bar quickly with her guitar on her back.

Wang Di hesitated to speak, but could only watch her back gradually go away.

At ten o'clock in the evening, on the way back to the dormitory.

Zhong Lingzi was walking alone, and inadvertently caught a glimpse, and saw a somewhat familiar girl walking out of the Roman Holiday Hotel.

It was Zhuo Yufan, her hair was a little disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen with tears, her legs trembled a little when she walked.

The two met at the same intersection.

Seeing her, Zhuo Yufan hurriedly avoided her sight, subconsciously pulled off the brim of his peaked cap, and put on the mask.

Zhong Lingzi quickly withdrew her gaze, and continued to move forward with a blank expression.

It was no secret on campus that the hotel, called the Roman Holiday, was used exclusively for certain transactions.

That night, a stranger applied to add her on WeChat.

The WeChat avatar is the middle-aged man I met in the bar.

Zhong Lingzi just glanced at it coldly and ignored it.

Downstairs in the dormitory, Zhuo Yufan was in a daze, his mind was still blank.

Just today, she joined the group and took the order with the help of her classmates.

She didn't dare to find someone in the school, for fear that this matter would spread in the school.

The person she was dating was a boy who was studying in a graduate school in another school.

All tall and thin, fairly handsome.

A pretty girl like her can choose her own guests.

In this way, it will not be too unappetizing when trading.

The boy who was studying in graduate school was relatively generous, so he asked for some extra services and gave her 3000 yuan.

She still feels like she is dreaming.

"God, what the hell are you doing?"

"How...how did you do this?"

Zhuo Yufan was in a trance, and sat down on the bench in the flower bed by himself.

Winter has come and the roses are all withered.

"Crack! Crack!"

She slapped herself twice, deeply humiliated, and her heart was beating fast.

She was very scared, afraid that what happened tonight would be exposed and other people would know.

So I repeatedly contacted the person who connected me and asked again and again whether these things would get out.

After getting the answer of definitely not, I felt relieved.

At the same time, when she looked at the 3000 yuan received in WeChat, she felt a strong sense of unreality and joy.

Just this once, 3000 yuan was credited to the account, equivalent to her living expenses for two months.

It's too fast and easy to get money.

Mom and Dad's monthly salary is only 5000 yuan.

In just a few hours, she earned more than half a month's wages for ordinary people.

Zhuo Yufan straightened his hair, combed it in front of the mirror, wiped his eye sockets, and touched up his makeup with lipstick and foundation.

After sorting out my emotions, I returned to the dormitory.

When returning to the dormitory, she tried her best to pretend that she was no different from a normal person.

"Hey!"

The roommate patted her shoulder lightly from behind.

Zhuo Yufan trembled all over, and shouted displeasedly: "What are you doing?"

The roommate was frightened, he was slightly taken aback, and then said weakly: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, I was thinking about other things just now, and I'm not in a good mood."

Zhuo Yufan soon realized that his emotions were a little too extreme.

"Did something happen?"

"No, it's just that the wind blows and I feel a little dizzy."

While taking a shower in the bathroom, she recalled all the things in the hotel, trying to clean her body thoroughly.

She kept smearing shower gel on her body, no matter how she washed it, she felt unclean and dirty no matter what.

"Have you finished washing? Yu Fan? Why did you take so long to wash?"

"almost!"

After leaving the bathroom, she sniffed the strong aroma of shower gel on her body, and then she felt relieved.

She usually stays up until the latest and goes to bed the earliest that day.

Even so, she could not sleep at night.

As soon as I turned over on the bed, the messy sheets in the hotel, the crumpled tissues in the trash can, these images flashed before my eyes quickly.

But in the early morning of the next day, those nightmares lingering in her mind miraculously disappeared.

She chatted with her roommates about cosmetics and outfits as usual.

Thousands of dollars of fairy water, she said she would buy it.

When I placed the order, I didn't hesitate. Looking at the remaining balance in the card, I felt full of confidence.

And that Only trench coat that has been in her shopping cart for a long time, she can finally buy it directly.

"When Lin Xijun was on this variety show, the lipstick she wore was so pretty, what color is it?"

The girls took screenshots of the variety show clips and zoomed in, listening to the analysis of the beauty bloggers, chatting very enthusiastically.

"Pumpkin color, very girly."

Listening to Zhuo Yufan, he also felt that it was time for him to change to a better lipstick.

When I was shopping online, I searched for a long time, so I asked: "Which one is better for thousand yuan lipstick?"

"Wow, are you so rich? Buy thousands of lipsticks?"

"Yufan's family runs a logistics company, so they are rich."

Hearing the envious voices of the girls around him, Zhuo Yufan smiled happily.

"The ones with diced radishes are fine, the queen's scepter with diced radishes. It's quite expensive."

When Zhuo Yufan heard this, in front of his roommates, he searched directly in the outlets. When he found this lipstick, he immediately placed an order, which cost 2000 yuan.

When paying, I didn't blink my eyes and didn't hesitate at all.

"Oh my god, one lipstick is worth my monthly living expenses!"

"It's nice to have money."

"Rich lady, let's be friends."

The roommate on the side hugged her arm and smiled flatteringly.

The smile on Zhuo Yufan's face became more and more intense.

In a few minutes, more than 4000 yuan was consumed, but she didn't feel it was a pity.

After all, she had received more than 3000 in one day yesterday.

Making money seems to be a very easy task.

After class, she went to the cafeteria to eat with her roommates.

In the past, they always circled around Wang Xuetong in the dormitory next door, chatting about the girls in their outfits, but today they all surrounded her, saying compliments.

Some people are envious, some people please, and some people's words are full of sourness.

She likes this feeling of being surrounded by stars.

"Really! What's the big deal?"

Wang Xuetong looked at the smiling Zhuo Yufan in the crowd with disdain.

"2000 yuan lipstick, just place an order."

Liu Ting was also a little emotional.

"Hehe, just wait and see how she eats dirt in the future."

Wang Xuetong pouted.

"Didn't her family run a logistics company? Probably not."

"Who knows? Maybe it's bragging."

"Suddenly getting rich suddenly, look at her arrogant..."

"Maybe it's the money from selling Thirteen Lane."

Wang Xuetong lowered his voice.

"It's not good for you to speculate on others like this?"

Liu Ting couldn't help feeling disgusted when she heard this.

She felt that Wang Xuetong was actually a pretty good person, but she didn't like talking about others behind their backs.

Wang Xuetong hummed lightly and stopped talking.

On the second floor of the cafeteria, as usual, Zhuo Yufan came to the ramen stall where Gongsun Jin worked part-time to line up.

"I don't quite understand. Gongsun Jin is so popular as a singer, he should be very rich. Why do you still have to work part-time here?"

"Maybe they just want to experience the life of the poor?"

Some people in the team were discussing.

In fact, Gongsun Jin did not plan to continue to work part-time in the cafeteria after the release of "Song of Thousand Thousands".

It's just that Zhuang Xiaomeng likes to eat the noodles he makes, and he comes to the stall to order a bowl almost every day.

So he continued to persevere.

Later, Zhong Lingzi also came to this stall.

She orders at the front desk, and he meets at the backstage.

When she came across a bill with numbers 4 and 10, she would give it to him.

With a takeaway order, the two of them rode electric bikes to deliver it together.

Occasionally it will be very hard, but the two of us are really happy when we stay together.

Zi Feiyu, know the joy of fish?
People who have no similar experience really can't understand Gongsun Jin's happiness.

These are the reasons why he insists on working part-time here.

"A bowl of beef ramen, and a clear soup with beef balls and white radish."

"OK, just a second."

When ordering, Zhong Lingzi looked at Zhuo Yufan with no emotion in his eyes.

Seeing her busy in the stall without touching the ground, Zhuo Yufan was a little puzzled.

Working so hard, just to earn that 600 yuan a month, what is it for?
Zhong Lingzi also couldn't understand why someone would choose to lose their dignity for such useless things as lipstick, clothes, and bags.

(End of this chapter)