After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

Sissi twisted away from the door of private room 305, and called the young master to her, "Go and call her, tell her I'll let her work overtime, and the tip will start at 800."

"I'll tell her right away." The young master smiled happily.

"Call a few more and ask her to come in with you."

After all the instructions were made clear, Sissi rubbed her face, smiled again, cheered up and pushed the door into private room 305. "Boss, what do you think, do you want me to introduce it to you?"

In the private room, four or five bosses had already asked attractive beauties to sit next to them.

Some hugged each other, and some called out. As soon as these selected girls sat down, they enthusiastically poured wine for the bosses present.

The remaining row of girls standing in front of the coffee table who were not chosen were moved out by Sissi's wave.

"Mr. Li, what are you singing?" The princess in uniform squatted in front of the computer to adjust the screen.

The girls picked up their wine glasses and drank boldly, and the atmosphere in the box quickly became lively.

There is no girl around Antu. He is waiting for the next wave of girls to be selected to enter the private room.

Sissi squatted in front of his desk, picked up the decanter, poured some red wine into his glass, and poured herself another glass. Then she snuggled into his arms and said sweetly, "Mr. An, I respect you. "

The light and shadow were scorching, and the dark red wine in the wine glass in An Tu's hand swayed on the wall of the glass, like a miniature world spinning in front of his eyes.

After he swung the wine glass twice, he touched Sissi's wine glass lightly and said, "I drank a lot before, so I can only drink less."

"I said Mr. An came so late. It turns out he has other activities." Sissi raised her hand and lay on Antu's shoulder, and the breath from her nose gently brushed Antu's ear.

"It's the end of the year, and there are a lot of things going on in the company." An Tu leaned on the sofa and sighed softly, saying half truthfully.

Sissi understood the elegance of Xiange after hearing it. After putting down the red wine glass in her hand, she raised her hand and gently pinched his shoulder and neck, "Mr. An, let me massage your shoulders and relax."

Antu squinted his eyes and patted the small hand on his shoulder.

"Your shoulders are really stiff. It seems that you are busy with business and have worked hard." Sissi knelt beside Antu, "Shall I have someone bring you a bowl of sweet soup? Have you finished your meal?"

"After you've eaten, there's no need for soup." An Tu opened his eyes, gently played with the wine glass, with an expression of appreciation on his face, and readjusted his sitting position, "Sissi is still gentle and considerate and takes care of others. Why haven't I seen her before? Do you know how to do this skill?"

"I just learned it from my master recently." Sissi said with an embarrassed expression on her face, "Our family is poor. When my parents were young, they could only work hard to earn some hard money to raise my sisters and me. Now that I'm ill, I have to work every day. If it hurts here or there, I would massage their neck, shoulders, waist and legs to make them feel more comfortable."

"You are so filial. Are your parents living with you now?" An Tu tilted his head and praised Sissi.

"I recently moved to a bigger house. Taking advantage of the cold weather, I went to the countryside to pick up my parents." Sissi said, "It's freezing and snowy in my hometown, and my parents have to go to farm and do odd jobs. I looked distressed and tried to persuade them not to do it, but they refused to listen, so I had no choice but to help them pack their things and take them to my side to take care of them."

"Change a house?" Antu asked with interest, "Where do you want to buy it?"

"Mr. An, as a big boss, you want to buy a house when you hear about it." Sissi's eyes widened, "How can I afford a big house? It's rented."

"It's rented. Didn't I hear you say that I bought a house last time?" Antu nodded, praised Sissi a few more words, picked up the decanter and poured some wine into her glass, "Growing seeds in the countryside How much money can you make doing odd jobs? If you drink two more glasses of wine, you can make more in one night than they can in a month."

"The house I bought last time wasn't big, just a small apartment. I haven't got the key yet," Sissi said with a wry smile, "Also, don't make fun of me. How can I make any profit with these two dollars?" So easy?"

"In any case, it's easier than working hard as your parents." Antu smiled and squeezed Sissi's fair hand, "You are so filial, they can enjoy the blessings with you in the future."

While the two were chatting and laughing, a second wave of girls wearing miniskirts of various colors, who seemed to be shining white under the colorful lights in the private room, came in.

Also coming in at the same time as them was a fat young man in a suit. The young man was holding a tray, and on the tray were neatly stacked dozens or twenty stacks of brand new banknotes.

"Mr. An, I have prepared the cash you want." The slightly fat young man is the manager of the "Golden Years" club.

"Leave it." An Tu casually glanced at the cash in his hand, let go of Sissi's hand, and sat up slightly.

He finally took a serious look at the row of girls standing in front of him.

After taking a brief look, he smiled and praised Sissi, "You put your heart into it."

The girls who came in this time were only one-third of the ones before, but all of them had white skin, delicate and beautiful faces, black hair, and bright eyes, which basically matched his aesthetics.

"Mr. An, you can pick two more if you like." Needless to say, I called all the girls working in other private rooms.

"Take a look, if you like, pick a few more to play with." An Tu glanced at them, then smiled and asked his companions to continue choosing.

The bosses present laughed and cheered, "Dr. An, you choose first, you choose first."

These are all chosen according to Antu's preferences, and no one is so blind as to beat him to it. What's more, if Antu thinks it's beautiful, they may not necessarily think it's good-looking, unless there's something between the boss's aesthetics and Antu's. The aesthetics are consistent.

There were indeed one or two people at the scene who had the same preferences as Antu, including the bald boss sitting to his left.

His eyes lit up when these girls entered the venue. He leaned closer to Antu and pointed at the first girl to enter the venue. The girl wearing a rose-red tight miniskirt said to him, "Old An, the one wearing The red skirt is nice, her legs are straight, and her skin is fair."

An Tu's critical eyes carefully looked at the girl, from face to chest, to butt, to legs. Then he raised his chin towards her and pointed to the empty seat next to the bald head, "You, come and sit next to my brother."

The girl wearing a rose-red tight-fitting ultra-short outfit immediately walked out of the team with a smile and sat in the bald man's arms.

The bald boss was obviously very happy. He hugged the girl's slender waist tightly, and he and An Tu looked at the standing girl again, "Well, the one in white clothes is not bad, like the actress named Zhang... "

He pointed at the second to last girl who came in.

An Tu looked in the direction she pointed and found that the girl was indeed pretty, looking like a female star. He thought it was okay, so he was going to let the girl sit next to him.

However, just as he was about to speak out, he was interrupted by a delicate voice, "Sorry, sorry, I just took a call and was late."

It is rare to see such a reckless girl in the club.

There was silence in the box for a moment.

There were one or two grumpy bosses who were about to lose their temper, but fell silent when they saw the faces of the girls at the door.

They looked up with the others, and saw a delicate and pleasant face peeking out of the half-open door of the private room. The face looked very young, definitely no more than twenty years old, with delicate features and skin as white as snow. Although she wore strong makeup, her round and apologetic eyes looked like those of a Barbie doll, and the bosses present couldn't help but feel weak in their hearts.

A very good-looking girl.

The bald boss was the first to come to his senses and shouted to Sissi, "Why didn't you say someone else was coming?"

Everyone could see the interest in his eyes.

Sissi also recovered from her surprise, "Oh, I asked why Angela hasn't come yet. It turns out she answered the phone."

After replying to the bald boss, she immediately looked at Antu's face and found that he was staring blankly at Angela at the door. His eyes were more serious than ever before. His originally displeased look because of Angela's appearance that disrupted his plan immediately changed. .

"Angela, come here, I'll introduce you to Mr. An." She smiled happily and waved to Anya at the door.

Anya walked towards Sissi timidly, stood in front of Antu, and smiled shyly at him.

"Mr. An, this is my new girl. She only drinks and doesn't show off." Sissi leaned into Antu's ear and whispered softly, "She is still in high school. Because her family is poor, she went out to work to earn money for tuition. What do you think of this girl who is not a mess and living expenses?"

Antu, Antu is numb.

He stared intently at the face of the girl in front of him that looked very much like his wife, and felt like he was living in a ghost.

How could someone look so much like my wife? She looks more like Qiu Yi than my wife’s niece.

This girl is beautiful, no matter her appearance, age, temperament, or the way she looks at him, everything is in line with his taste, but...

How does this make him choose?

Antu gritted his teeth in his heart.

While he was silent and dazed, the other bosses were secretly observing An Tu's look at the new girl.

They have been doing business with Antu for a long time, so they naturally know what kind of beauties he likes.

The new girl in front of me is very good, and she almost looks like An Tu. It’s no wonder that Sissi is so good at her business at such a young age.

"Sissi, where did you find this treasure? You are really good at choosing." After several people looked at each other, the bald boss joked with a smile.

"Beautiful. Angela is young and has just entered the industry. She will have to take more care of her bosses in the future." Sissi stood up and walked to Angela, that is, Anya. She took her hand and introduced to everyone present, "This is Li General, this is Mr. Liu..."

She introduced Anya to the bosses present one by one from left to right.

Angela followed her obediently and said hello.

Knowing that this girl was attracted by An Tu, the bosses present did not make things difficult for her, and everyone gave her a smile.

After this opening, in this private room tonight, and even in the entire "Golden Years", Angela's limelight has been completely exhausted. The girls present who have been selected have worked in the "Golden Years" for a long time, and they also know Antu. A wave of people.

They knew that Antu was a well-known big boss in the club. He was generous and willing to support them. Usually there were activities in the club to boost performance, and if they asked for help from him, he would introduce his friends to come even if he didn't come himself.

Therefore, even though Mr. An has a high vision and cannot catch the attention of ordinary beauties, the girls in the "golden years" still work hard to catch up with An Tu and this group of people.

Seeing her, a new girl, being brought to Antu in person by Sister Qianqian, the ambitious person couldn't help but secretly feel wary.

Antu glanced at the customers around him. Fortunately, these people didn't have much contact with Qiu Yi. The girl in front of him was wearing so much makeup that it was hard to tell that she looked similar to his wife.

If he hadn't seen his wife when she was a teenager, he wouldn't have realized that this girl looked so similar to his wife.

Thinking of this, Antu's heart relaxed slightly.

After Sissi introduced Angela to the bosses present, she encouraged her to drink with An Tu, "Angela, this is Director An. Please drink two more drinks with him."

There was so much cash on the coffee table in front of me, and looking at the bosses present, everyone was wearing famous brands, especially the boss in front of me. He didn't look old. Although he was a little fatter, he was not ugly.

She was wearing a full set of Louis Vuitton, with Hermès on her waist, and a diamond watch on her wrist. Sister Sissi was so fawning, Anya's eyes turned red with excitement, and she put an increasingly sweet and sweet smile on her face, "Dr. An, I respect you. you."

This girl looks like his wife. Antu thinks that his lower limit is not that low and he can have fun in front of her face.

But Sissi almost pushed the girl into his arms, and it seemed pointless for him to refuse, so he picked up the wine glass with a complicated heart, took a sip of wine, and allowed her to sit down next to her, "Sit down."

Seeing that Antu had left the person behind, Sissi was very happy and said, "Angela, please spend some time with Antu tonight."

Seeing that An Tu had indeed chosen this girl, the bosses present burst into laughter. After the laughter was over, two more bosses chose two or three girls to stay.

Seeing that their eyes were not on the girls, Sissi glanced at the manager, who raised his hand to signal them to leave.

Then, he picked up the wine glass and went to Antu, toasted him with a glass of wine respectfully, and then left the private room.

After the unselected girls and the manager left, a new round of excitement began in the box, with people requesting songs, feeding people, chatting, and drinking.

Sissi toasted to the bosses one by one. Antu saw that the little girl next to him was sitting neatly, not daring to move. She just pursed her lips and smiled at him. She smiled for a long time before obediently picking up her fork and forking. I gave myself a grape to eat, and felt relieved again.

Fortunately, he didn't pounce directly on him.

He was in a very complicated mood now. He couldn't play with the face next to him that looked too similar to his wife, and he couldn't send her away, let alone touch her.

Just because Antu likes little beauties doesn't mean that he is a beast. At least he still has a moral bottom line.

For a moment, I felt complex emotions that I had never experienced before, and I just felt that today was really not a happy day.

He turned his head to avoid the little girl's feeding, and said with a kind smile, "You don't have to take care of me, you can eat it yourself."

After talking to her, I went to see the other brothers and found that they were already playing with the people around them, so I asked the girl next to me, "Can you sing?"

"Yes." Anya has a good impression of the boss around her, especially when she sees that he is not as greasy as many bosses. He is always tampering with herself and is very kind to her. Her smile becomes more sincere, " Do you want to sing? I’ll order it for you.”

"I won't sing. If you want to sing, go ahead and do it yourself." Antu needed some time to adapt and calm down, and he had no intention of singing at all.

When it came to drinking, it was pretty much the same, but he didn't forget that Sissi had just told him that this was still a high school student in front of him.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being a high school student. He just likes Shuiling, young and beautiful girls.

But this one didn't work. This one was too similar to his wife. He was embarrassed to make her drink and couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

"Then I won't sing. I'll chat with you."

Anya was introduced to work at "Golden Years" not long ago by a senior she knew. After spending some time with her, she now adapts well to customers. She even knows how to draw inferences from one example and use her own characteristics and customer feedback to make the most of her work. own characteristics.

She knew that she was beautiful, sweet and cute. Even if the guests who came here didn't like her appearance, as long as she pretended to be sweeter, gentler, better, obedient and closer to the guests. If she has a good impression of her, they will have a better impression of her. If she has a good impression of her, she will not have to worry about not being in the class and will receive more tips.

If the customer likes her more, as long as she acts coquettishly and shows some thought, she will receive not only tips, but also various brand-name bags and perfumes that the girls in school can't help but envy.

By working here for a month or two, she can make more money than she can make even if she works hard outside as a waiter, handing out flyers, or working as a hostess for many years.

She likes working here. She has short working hours at night. She can go home to sleep after get off work and go to school as usual the next day.

Even when some customers saw that she was a student, they would pity her for tipping more than others.

Apart from this job, she couldn't find a better part-time job.

Nor...

Thinking of the makeup artist surnamed Fang, Anya's heart felt a little clogged. She had already made a reservation with her, and just asked her to help introduce a job as a model. She promised verbally, but she hasn't given it to her yet. Implemented.

She also inquired about the salary of a model. It may not be higher than the tips she gets from working at nightclubs, but it gives her face and makes it easier for her to meet rich people.

There are many rich people in the club, but they are all uneven, and many of them don't think highly of their profession.

She likes rich people, but she doesn't like the way they look down on her.

What do these people have to look down on her?

Anya thought disdainfully.

She didn't think they were ugly or disgusting, so how could those pigs have the nerve to look down on her?

She doesn't do this all the time and doesn't go on stage. She just sings and drinks with him to make some living money.

She will still go to college in the future.

The customer in front of me is very nice and rich, and he doesn't look down on her.

Thinking of this, she picked up her fork again, forked a small tomato and handed it to him, "Dong An, the cherry tomatoes are so sweet. Do you want to eat them?"

Antu doesn’t like cherry tomatoes, but his wife does. She also says that eating cherry tomatoes can whiten spots.

So he could see this bright red fruit on the table at home almost every day.

An Tu looked at the juicy tomatoes in the girl's hand with a complicated heart, and asked dryly, "Do you like eating this very much?"

Anya arched her eyebrows and nodded with a sweet smile, "It's delicious, sweet and sour, and it can whiten spots."

"Ah this..."

Antu took the small tomato handed over by Anya and stuffed it into his mouth without knowing the taste, "If you like it, eat more."

He pushed the fruit plate in front of Anya.

Anya looked at the fruit plate, the smile in her eyes was like broken stars.

This boss was nothing like a guest who came to play. He treated her like a loving elder. Anya's eyes flickered and she was sure that she must have a good relationship with the rich boss in front of her, "Yeah."

After Antu finished eating the tomatoes, he turned around and looked at the girl with her big eyes. Her watery eyes were full of admiration, and she felt uncomfortable again.

What a hell.

How could there be a girl who looks so much like Qiu Yi? !

His temperament is not the same.

That woman Liang Qiuyi has had a bad temper since she was young, and she always looks arrogant to everyone. She is not as sweet and sweet as this girl.

There is a lot of racing in my mind.

Sissi toasted a round of wine in the private room, then returned to An Tu, "Dong An, how is it? Our Angela is pretty good, right?"

She raised her eyebrows at Anya and smiled at Antu.

Antu held back his discomfort and laughed, "It's okay, it's okay."

As picky as Antu is, being able to say "it's okay" from his mouth is already quite satisfying for Angela.

Sissi thought about it and felt that before Antu changed his taste, Angela could have more contact with Antu in the future, so she sat next to Anya and handed her a glass of wine, "Angela, come, let's drink to Antu together. "

The famous Sister Sissi took care of herself personally. Anya was so happy that she took the initiative to pick up the decanter and pour wine for everyone.

She observed the table in front of Antu and found that he had the most wine in front of him, guessing that he should be able to drink it.

She also wanted to buy a good deal in front of him and Sissi. To show her determination, she drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp and said, "Dong An, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

Sissi was very satisfied with Anya's performance, and became much closer to her with her words. She leaned into Antu's ear and whispered, "We Angela don't usually drink much. Today, it's Mr. An who is so generous." Have a face."

After drinking a few glasses of red wine, Antu's discomfort eased slightly.

He began to enjoy the tenderness and sweetness of the beautiful woman, and appropriately expressed his gentlemanly demeanor, "Just have a glass of wine."

He drained the wine in the glass in one gulp, with a smile in his eyes.

Sissi's eyes lit up. Seeing that Antu was so talkative tonight, she felt more and more that she was right to call Angela here. While the bald boss next to her was having a drink with Antu, she whispered to Anya, "You are over here. Just provide good service, I'll go to 104 and help you make arrangements."

Anya nodded happily, "Thank you, Sister Sissi, for taking care of me."

She raised her wine glass and smiled admiringly at Sissi, "I respect you."

"Okay, let's not do this between us." Sissi pressed down the wine glass in Anya's hand, "Take advantage of it tonight, he is a big boss."

"Yeah." Anya smiled and rolled her eyes.

After drinking with the bald man, Antu turned around and saw Sissi and the little girl looking at each other and smiling. A few smiles appeared on their faces, "What happy things are you talking about?"

"Angela is complimenting you and saying you are such a nice person." Sissi is a good person. As soon as she meets the customer, she knows that there is some truth in the other person's smile and some falseness in it. Although she was paying tribute to other bosses just now, Liquor, but did not ignore the situation on Antu's side.

He had already noticed his kind attitude towards Angela which was different from other girls, so he decided to support this little girl Angela in the future.

Now that she is in her position, ordinary guests no longer need her to accompany them personally, and she is willing to hold the people under her hands.

If the girl under her is likeable, things will happen. Her business will be good and she will make more money. She still has this pattern.

Antu was very happy to be coaxed by Sissi. He reached out and took out a few stacks of bills from the coffee table in front of him and threw them into Sissi's arms. "After paying the bill, the rest is yours."

Sissi knew Antu was generous, but she had never seen him as generous as he was today.

She was flattered and hugged an armful of brand-new banknotes, her face flushed with excitement, and then she threw herself directly into his arms, leaving an imaginative lipstick mark on his face.

If it were in the past, An Tu would have had to hold her and make love to her, but today there was a little girl here, and An Tu was not so happy when Sissi nephrite Wen Xiang came to her door, and he even pressed her hand against her. She made further intimate gestures, "Okay, after drinking, you can go about your business."

The smile on Sissi's face froze, but she quickly sat up straight and stopped throwing herself at An Tu. Her beautiful face returned to its previous ease, "Oh, thank you, Director An. I'll have someone go and give it to everyone." Bring some snacks, you can enjoy them."

She packed up the cash in her arms, stood up, pushed Anya into Antu's arms, and then left the private room with a pile of money.

"Sister Qianqian." The young master outside the door suddenly lit up when he saw Qianqian coming out with a pile of money.

Sissi saw the way he was so excited about money, and without much hesitation, she took out a few cash and gave it to him, "Watch the door carefully and call me as soon as possible if anything happens."

The smile on the face of the young master who got the tip became even bigger, "No problem, Sister Qianxi, I'm here, don't worry."

305 is the best and largest private room in "Golden Years". The guests who can be arranged here when business is so good today are all big bosses. Sissi can get up to go to work even though she has menstrual cramps. The young master who is arranged here is She and the princess are both the best-looking ones in the club, they are also loyal to her, and they are the ones who know how to cause trouble.

Even if she makes money, she won't treat them badly.

In the ecstasy of the "golden years", nothing can work except money.

Sissi was well aware of the rules of the game. She asked the young master to deliver the two boxes of wine. She knew the price clearly. With the money that Antu stuffed into her arms, after paying the bill, there was at least three points left. One, all are my own tips tonight.

It’s worth what she earns in half a month.

Although her stomach still ached, this night was worth it.

Thinking of Antu, Sissi couldn't help but move to the door and take a look at the situation inside the box.

She found that the room was already lively and playful. Knowing that they would not go out for a while and did not need any special services, she winked at the young master, called him aside and whispered, "See more later." Focus on the inside, especially Angela and Director An, and report to me after get off work."

Love is presumptuous, love is restraint.

In a place like this, having fun is the most unbridled thing, and if you like it even a little bit, you will restrain your hands and feet.

Just by Antu's push, Sissi was shocked and at the same time re-evaluated Angela's weight in front of Antu.

She had to carefully observe how Antu treated Angela tonight so that she could make further arrangements for Angela in future work.

Angela, a little girl who is new to the industry and doesn't know anything yet, doesn't understand Antu's status, but she does.

In addition to real money, there are many more precious things that can be plotted against Antu. If you climb up, you will have a good life.

If Angela really liked him, maybe there would be a better destiny, but she couldn't just arrange for him to go out.

The better the knife, the more it must be used on the edge, and the more it suits the person's heart, the more it must be used at the right time.

As for the little girl Angela, although she is young and still doesn't understand the identity of the customers who come here to spend money, it doesn't mean that she has no brains. A high school student who dares to come to work in the "Golden Years" when she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, no matter how shallow her skills are. , it’s also a matter of turning one’s eyes and changing one’s mind.

If she wants to employ people, she must control them well.

Otherwise, it would be funny to steal the chicken but lose the rice.

"Okay, Sister Sissi." The young master nodded seriously. "Okay, if nothing happens, I'll go check out the kitchen and bring them some food."

"I'll go, Sister Sissi, if you're not feeling well, go to the office and take a rest."

Sissi waved her hand, "I'll go there myself."

Go there in person so that the bosses inside can know that they are dedicated to serving you.

In private room 305.

The bald man was leading the girl in his arms to drink with Antu and Anya, "Angel, right? Come, have a drink with brother."

"My name is Angela." Anya held the red wine glass obediently and smiled shyly at the bald head.

But he cursed in his heart: "Disgusting or not, my dad is not as old as you, and he still has the nerve to let me call him brother."

"Angela is not an angel, and an angel is not angela." The bald man waved his hand and said in a rough voice, "Don't speak English to me, I can't understand it."

This bald guy is so fierce.

Anya gritted her teeth secretly in her heart, but her face showed a trace of shyness and fear. At the same time, her slender body leaned closer to Antu and said pitifully, "Director Liang, you can call me whatever you want."

Antu originally liked girls who were well-behaved and gentle. Apart from the fact that she looked like his wife, he couldn't get his hands on the girl. She really liked him everywhere. He saw that she was frightened by that big boss of Lao Liang. , he couldn’t help but said something warm and protective, “If you can’t drink, just drink juice.”

Antu usually looks like a smiling person, but in private he plays more fun than anyone else.

It seems that this little Xipi really likes him, even saying harsh words to protect him!

The bald man narrowed his eyes, then laughed loudly, raised his hand to pick up a bottle of canned drink just delivered from the table and handed it to Anya, "The little girl is quite lovable, and our brothers are not people who make things difficult for others. Do you want to drink this?”

"Thank you, Director Liang." Anya smiled gratefully at Antu and timidly took the can of orange juice from the bald man's hand.

They all come out to drink and play with me, so why don’t you have to drink?

The girl who was held by the bald man had a smile on her face, but she felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She observed quietly for a while, then she leaned into the bald man's ear and whispered coquettishly, "Director Liang, can I drink juice?"

A bald man has never been a sympathetic person, let alone in a place like the "Golden Years".

He was just about to scold her, "What kind of juice are you drinking? Isn't so much wine not enough?"

Turning around, he saw Xiao Xipi next to Antu watching with admiration as he opened the juice for her. When he reached his mouth, he said, "Drink, drink whatever you want."

The girl next to the bald man finally felt balanced.

She also saw Mr. An, who was paying the bill tonight, and he was thoughtfully helping Angela open the juice, but she didn't have the courage to ask the bald man next to her to open it for her.

She didn't know why Angela was so lucky to be favored by Director An, but she also knew clearly what she was doing, and she had to grasp certain measures, otherwise she would be the only one who would be embarrassed.

Anya over there was already drinking the juice from the bottle, "Wow, this orange juice is delicious. I have never had such a delicious juice."

The admiration in the beautiful girl's heart and eyes was very useful to Antu.

He looked at the pretty little face in front of him, showing a rare hint of unbearability, "It's just a bottle of juice. I like you to drink more, but don't drink tonight."

God, this Andong is so nice!

Anya screamed in her heart while drinking the juice with a smile.

After that, no one in the entire private room let Anya drink anymore.

Antu also chatted with Anya while playing dice, mainly asking her about family affairs, "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Chun County."

Of course, when you come to a place like this, you can't tell the guests your real name and address.

Chun County is a small county below Jincheng.

"Why did people from Chun County come to Jincheng?" An Tu asked again, "Are you here with your parents?"

"Yes, my parents came here to work, and I came with them when I was in high school."

Sissi had already told Director An that she was a high school student, so Anya had no reason to hide it.

"How old are you? Where do you go to school?"

"I'm a sophomore in high school." An embarrassed look appeared on Anya's face. She lowered her head and tightened her skirt with both hands. "I'm eighteen years old. If my mother hadn't been sick this year, it would cost a lot of money to treat the illness. My father would have to work alone. If I can’t afford to send my brother and I to school, or pay for my mother’s medical bills, I...I won’t come here to work.”

When you come to a place like this, you need to be able to tell stories. The more you come from a poor family and strive for self-improvement without being able to work, the more likely you are to attract guests to take another look.

Moreover, regardless of whether they are eighteen years old or not, as long as their face looks almost too old, they are all eighteen years old.

Anya received training from the captain on the first day she came to work here.

Antu frowned, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"Tuberculosis." It's true, but it's gone.

"Tuberculosis." An Tu's face showed sympathy, "I will have to live with this disease and be unable to work."

"Yes, so I hope to study hard, work hard, make more money, cure my mother's disease, and then help my father share the family pressure." Two drops of hot tears slid down the girl's fair and delicate cheeks, so beautiful. Poor, pitiable face.

but--

Antu closed his eyes in pain.

Why do you still look like you're crying? !

Around 12:00 midnight.

At the door of "Golden Years", Sissi held an umbrella and led Anya to put the slightly drunk Antu into the car. "

"Okay, Sister Sissi." "Golden Age" has a dedicated parking boy.

"Okay, you guys should go back early, there's no need to send him off again." Antu sat in the back seat of his BMW, his head a little dizzy, but he didn't pass out completely drunk.

Anya stood obediently next to Sissi and waved to Antu through the car window, "Dr. An, good night."

Antu half-squinted his eyes and looked at the girl standing outside the car. He felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavor bottle. He couldn't understand what it felt like all night long. "You should go back early."

The car drove a hundred meters away and approached the intersection. The parking boy heard a rough gasp from the back seat, "Boss, do you want to vomit? I'll park the car on the side of the road for you."

"No need." An Tu leaned on the back seat with his eyes closed. He was panting not because he felt sick, but because he was tired and felt uncomfortable.

"Okay, boss, please call me anytime if you need anything." The parking boy's service attitude was very good, "Where can you go to rest?"

where to go?

Antu sighed deeply as he listened to the rushing traffic and the patter of rain outside.

Before going out, Liang Qiuyi bared his teeth. His well-maintained face and the young face of the girl who just waved outside the car overlapped repeatedly in front of his eyes - he couldn't think about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he would not be able to sleep well tonight.

"To Rosemountain."

Rose Villa, the name of the community where his mother lives.

"Okay, Andy." The parking boy turned the steering wheel, and the black imported BMW turned into the right lane under the curtain of rain.
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"Who is it?" Grandma An was sleeping when she heard the sound of Didi's car horn outside the door. She got up and stood at the window of her room to look out and found a car parked outside the courtyard door.

She picked up a flashlight and looked at it, and found a young man in a suit holding a black umbrella and opening the door of her home. She immediately opened the window and shouted at the door.

The parking boy who was holding the car key given by An Tu and opening the courtyard gate replied through the iron gate, "Hello, aunt, I'm taking Mr. An home."

The sound of rain outside and the sound of cars were very loud. Grandma An's ears were not very good, so she couldn't hear clearly what the parking boy said, "Who are you? Did you go the wrong way?"

Antu had never been to Grandma An's place in the middle of the night, and the young man who opened the door for him had a strange face, so Grandma An didn't want to hit him.

The parking boy quickly opened the door to the yard.

At the same time, Antu also responded to his mother, "Mom, it's me."

"Tutu." Grandma An recognized Antu by his voice, "Why are you here so late?"

"Old lady, please wait until the husband comes back before asking." Aqiu, who got up and came over after hearing the old lady's voice, reminded.

"That's what you said." Grandma An immediately closed the window in front of her.

After that, he neatly put on his cotton-padded jacket and trousers, and then left the room with Aqiu's help.

Aqiu was still wearing pajamas and it was inconvenient to see Antu, so he didn't go to the outer hall with the old lady.

An Tu guided the parking boy to park the car, then took out two red bills from his pocket and gave them to him, "Take a taxi back."

"Thank you, boss." The parking boy took the umbrella from his hand and trotted out of Grandma An's yard.

"It's so late, why are you here?" Grandma An opened the door and saw An Tu tipping the parking boy.

"Mom, it's cold outside. Come in quickly." An Tu walked to Grandma An and said, "Give me the umbrella and I'll close the courtyard door."

Grandma An gave him the umbrella, "Why do you drink so much wine?"

She smelled her son's smell of cigarettes, alcohol and various perfumes, which made her feel dizzy.

After frowning slightly, he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Mom, please go back to the house quickly." An Tu ran to close the courtyard door, but his trousers were soaked through.

Inside the room, Aqiu held a brand new and clean towel and handed it to Antu, "Sir, wipe the moisture off your body."

Antu took it and wiped the water on his body casually.

Grandma An looked at it and frowned, "You go take a bath and feel more comfortable. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"I won't eat." Antu shivered from the cold, "Mom, why is it so cold at home? Didn't you turn on the heater?"

At home, it was always warm every time I came home. Antu stood in the living room for a while and realized that it was getting colder and colder as he stood.

"The room is open." Grandma An said softly, "If there is no one in the living room at night, it will not be opened."

"Why don't you turn it on at night?" Antu didn't agree with the old lady's reason for saving money. "How much does it cost to turn on the air conditioner? You are old, so you have to keep warm..."

Jincheng is located in the south, with wet, cold and rainy winters, making it cold and cold in the house. The conditions for settling in are good, and one can make a fortune early. When Antu and his wife and children lived here in the past, the whole house had air conditioning on in winter.

Liang Qiuyi couldn't bear the slightest hardship and didn't like to wear thick clothes. When the weather was a little colder when she lived in the old house, she would turn on the air conditioner at home.

Now Anjia's new house has independent heating equipment installed.

But he didn't expect that when he came to my mother's place in the middle of the night today, there was no heating. He stayed in the room dry and shivered from the cold. He was really not used to it for a while.

"I will take good care of myself." Grandma An urged, "I'll prepare clothes for you. You go and take a shower."

There are still many clothes that her son used to wear at home. Grandma An keeps them neatly in the closet one by one and takes them out to dry and wash from time to time so that he can wear them at any time.

"Old lady, I'm going to get some clothes for my husband." Aqiu interrupted.

"No, you go to bed and I'll get it." Grandma An smiled. No matter what, she was always happy to see her son.

Her son has not been here for a long time. As a mother, she can take care of him for a while.

Ah Qiu understood what the old lady meant and stopped competing with her. Instead, she asked Antu, "Sir, do you want some water?"

"I won't drink anymore." Antu waved his hand, "Aqiu, please go and find a pair of shoes for me."

When Antu came out of the bathroom, he saw my mother sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, waiting for her. At her feet, there was a small sun shining brightly and warmly. .

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I found an old down jacket for you, put it on." Grandma An pointed to the black down jacket on the sofa next to her.

An Tu scratched his hair, walked over and sat down next to his mother. He was wearing a set of gray autumn clothes, which were a little tight and his belly was rounded. He was not as fat as he is now.

The person looks more honest and less dignified than when he wears a suit.

But that's okay.

It is nothing for a son to wear autumn clothes and long trousers in front of his mother.

After An Tu put on his down jacket, Grandma An handed him a bowl of hot tea that was lying next to him, "Drink it, sober up tea to warm yourself up."

Antu drank a lot of water in "Golden Years", but he was not thirsty at all now, so he did not take the tea from Grandma An's hand, "Mom, I'm not thirsty."

Grandma An nodded and put down the hot tea in her hand, "Tell me, why didn't you go home in the middle of the night? Why did you come to my place and quarreled with your wife?"

I know what my wife is like, and so does my wife.

Some family scandals should not be discussed with outsiders, but it is okay to tell my mother.

An Tu sighed softly and complained to Grandma An about the events surrounding Liang Qiuyi's tantrum that night, like pouring beans through a bamboo tube, "...you tell me, how big a bowl do we have and how much rice do we eat? The 'unparalleled splendor' banquet hosted by the Zhou family has indeed a high threshold. Except for ordinary dignitaries and artistic families, we can't go. If our family is not qualified, we can't go. It's better for her. When she heard that the Zhou family invited the Hua family, the Shi family didn't invite them. We are not happy, she doesn’t even know that Hua Chusheng’s wife is Zhou Sheng’s wife’s cousin, Shi You believes in her father-in-law’s identity, how can we compare with others?”

Over the years, the family has developed better and better.

Antu is still very satisfied with this and is usually proud of it, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't know the difference between his family and the top wealthy families.

Their family is rich, that is, his father and his two generations are still prosperous, but what kind of family is the Zhou family?

The family that started to prosper in the Qing Dynasty has a wide and deep network of connections. The whole family does not live in Jincheng all the time. They always travel around Hong Kong City and London, but their influence in Jincheng is not weak at all.

This time Mrs. Zhou is going to imitate Paris and host an art-themed charity auction. The invited guests are either rich or noble. Money alone is really nothing. She looks down on her own family. Although An Tu feels a little uncomfortable. , but it is not unacceptable.

But Liang Qiuyi was fine. If people didn't invite her, she would go crazy as if it would kill her.

Antu got angrier as she talked, "On the way back, she scolded me all the way and said I was useless and a coward. I'm useless but I'm better than her who doesn't give birth."

Grandma An listened quietly. When An Tu finished complaining, she picked up the hot tea that had been put aside and brought it to him, "Don't you know who Qiu Yi is? Why bother with her."

"I didn't care about her." An Tu took the warm sober tea and took a big sip. "If I had cared about her, I would have been unable to live with her hundreds of years ago."

After An Tu put down the tea cup, Grandma An asked again, "Are you feeling better?"

"Hey." Antu sighed longly.

Grandma An said caringly, "How is the company lately?"

"The company is developing well." Speaking of the company's development, An Tu's chubby face showed a happy smile again.

"My son can do it." Grandma An praised with a smile.

Antu laughed twice, feeling excited. He told Grandma An about things in the company, "Mom, let me tell you, I have signed several big orders with Africa recently. I am thinking about this." There are many things done in the African market, but you don’t know…”

Grandma An listened with a smile and complimented her from time to time. When An Tu drank water again, she stretched out her hand towards him and said, "The water is cold, don't drink it, it will make your stomach upset."

"Okay, I won't drink anymore." Antu handed the tea cup to my mother very obediently, with a tired look on his face, but his gloomy eyebrows were relaxed a lot.

Grandma An had been observing her son's expression tonight. When she saw this, she touched his hand and found it was a little cold, so she asked lovingly, "Are you sleepy?"

Because the mother and son were just talking, there was no need to do anything else.

Before An Tu sat down, Grandma An only turned on a small desk lamp to ensure the brightness of the living room, and a small sun to ensure heating.

Only now did Antu realize that after sitting there for so long, there were no lights on at home.

Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain. The rain outside the window hits the windows, making bursts of noise. A dim yellow desk lamp illuminates this narrow area, but it makes people feel extra at ease and warm.

Antu's tired heart opened up unknowingly under my mother's silent care.

"Mom." He lowered his head. His usually thick and straight back was bent, and he was full of sadness. "I saw a girl who looked very similar to Qiu Yi in the club today."

"Pa..." Half a glass of water fell to the ground along with the white porcelain, causing splashes all over the ground. The crisp sound of the broken porcelain was so harsh that it made people's scalp numb.

"Mom?" Antu's feet in cotton shoes were wet, and she was startled, "Why can't you even hold a teacup steady?"

As the cup fell to the ground, Antu's initial sadness was shattered, and he was quite resentful of my mother.

But he didn't expect that when he finished shaking off the water from his body, what he saw was my mother's white face, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Grandma An was shocked, "You, you, what did you say?"

Her pair of skinny hands tightened her thick trouser legs, her whole body trembling.

"Mom?" An Tu looked at Grandma An with a confused look on her face, "I said I saw a girl who looked very similar to Qiu Yi in the club. What's wrong?"

"How similar is it?" Grandma An had difficulty breathing and gasped for air.

"About seven or eight, the nose, eyes and face are quite similar."

An Tu was finally a little frightened. He stood up and walked behind his mother, patting her on the back to help her breathe. After a while, Grandma An finally regained her breath, but her face was still pale. "How old is that girl? Where is she from? Where is she?" do what?"

She knew the club her son was talking about. She also knew who was in it and what they were doing.

Grandma An just felt like the sky was falling.

May the Bodhisattva bless me, it's not what she worried about.

"Eighteen years old." Antu told his mother the news he got from Angela tonight. "He is from Chun County. He is a sophomore in high school and moved to Jincheng with his working parents."

Eighteen years old.

Grandma An was slightly relieved, but she was not completely reassured. If it was a serious career, there would be no need to lie about age, but what if it wasn't?

Grandma An's heart was beating up and down like a roller coaster, "What does that girl do?"

"Oh, Mom, don't ask me about this." Antu hesitated, his eyes evasive.

As everyone knows, the more he behaves like this, the more his mother feels like she has to bear the burden.

Grandma An took a deep breath, held An Tu's arm tightly, stared at him and asked, "Tell me, is that girl, is she..."

Grandma An's eyes instantly became moist, and her face was filled with fear that she had never seen before.

A girl who looks like her daughter-in-law can be regarded as fate. Two girls who look like her are difficult to find.

Grandma An thought that her nephew had not had time to report the news recently, and she only felt that this was something she had encountered in her life, and it was only slightly worse than losing her granddaughter.

That child, if that child was really her granddaughter, why was her life so miserable? !

Amitabha Buddha, rescue the suffering Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, please protect my granddaughter from being alive in this world, please protect my granddaughter from this suffering.

Grandma An closed her eyes in pain and shed two lines of hot tears.

"Mom..." Seeing my mother's face bursting with tears, Antu no longer cared about whether his shoes were wet.

He was also dizzy, his scalp was numb, and he was extremely uneasy, "You are, you are... no mom, they should just look alike."

Because Grandma An had the information revealed by An Ran before, she dared to think about the girl An Tu mentioned as her own granddaughter.

Antu couldn't even think about it.

He doesn't know which one is more difficult to accept now that his biological daughter did something like that while he was still alive, or that his daughter who was less than a month old was stolen and her whereabouts are unknown.

An Tu was determined not to believe that the Angela he saw tonight had anything to do with him.

Best, best she is just a girl who looks like my wife.

Anyway, he didn't do anything to her. He even thought she was pitiful and generously gave her a tip of 10,000 yuan to help her relieve the financial pressure on her family, so that he wouldn't have to feel any discomfort for it. The place.

But Grandma An didn't allow him to be perfunctory about this matter.

Where can I easily meet a teenage girl who looks like my wife?

For so many years, their family has spent so much money looking for connections but has never met anyone. But this year they did, and they couldn't let go of this possibility.

"You..." Grandma An pinched An Tu's arm painfully through her clothes, "Tell me, what on earth was that girl you met doing in the club?"

Antu, Antu said in a daze, "It's the waiter."

But Grandma An doesn't believe it. Doesn't she understand her son?

Grandma An stumbled and fell into An Tu's arms, her eyes turning black.

Antu was afraid that his mother would faint, so he hurriedly added, "Mom, she is the waiter. Really, don't worry about this."

"Really?"

Other things are absolutely untouchable.

An Tu knows it, and so does Grandma An.

Grandma An tensed her last nerve and finally didn't faint.

She helped Antu stand tremblingly, took Antu's arm and sat down on the sofa, "Come and talk to me... talk about her."

Antu had no choice but to hold on to his heart and tell his mother the information he learned tonight.

Grandma An wiped her tears quietly after listening, and then slowly said, "Last time Ranran came home and told me..."

Antu's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't say any complete words, "You, you, you..." 1314