Ye Xiuxiu climbed up by herself, holding herself on the ground, and then went to the place where she was originally going, where An's locker was, without looking back. Seeing her running away, Liang Qiuyi took out the slippers neatly placed by his feet to vent his anger. She kicked her open slippers and kicked one of them far away. "Mom, are you bored?" An Jing angrily went to pick up the slippers on the ground. After picking up the farthest one, he leaned over to pick up the closer one. Only then did he realize that there were several drops of bright red blood on the ground. The An family's living room was brightly lit, and the bright lights illuminated the blood dripping on the ground. An Jing's pupils shrank and he thought he had seen it wrong. When he reached out and took some of it on his hand, he realized that it was really blood. His face turned pale and he looked up at Liang Qiuyi, who was looking down at him, "Mom, are your feet bleeding?" Liang Qiuyi also saw the blood on the ground. He was stunned for a moment, then he raised his foot, took off his shoe and looked at the heel. He found that his heel was only a little broken, and there was no blood. He put on slippers and looked at the other one. The skin on the foot, the other foot, and the heel is not broken. "Don't look at it, it's not mine."
Ye Xiuxiu walked to the locker without saying a word, but listened to the entire conversation between mother and son. She covered her hands and sneered in her heart, "We are really a family." If it's not mother's blood, it can only be Aunt Ye's. An Jing's face was extremely ugly, with worry and guilt intertwined, making it impossible for him to remain completely indifferent. He held his breath and walked towards Ye Xiuxiu. "Aunt Ye, where are you injured? Do you want me to ask Uncle Nian to take you to the hospital?" Ye Xiuxiu chuckled, raised her hand to open the locker in front of her, and took out a medical kit, "No need, I'm not that rich." As she moved to pick up things, An Jing saw her bloody left index finger. The wound was on the fingertip and bleeding. Half of Ye Xiuxiu's palm and the back of her hand were stained red. "Aunt Ye, what's wrong with your hand?" Before Ye Xiuxiu opened her mouth to answer, Liang Qiuyi's contemptuous voice came from behind her, "What else can happen? It's not me who kicked her." "Mom." An Jing closed his eyes, "Shut up." In fact, he often feels that his mother's words are hurtful. Occasionally, he would feel that his mother was being mean when she spoke. Today is mean. Ye Xiuxiu took a deep breath, looked at Liang Qiuyi and then An Jing with a pair of red eyes, then silently opened the medical box and took out a box of unsealed band-aids. Take one out, tear it open and stick it on your left index finger. An Jing looked on anxiously, "Aunt Ye, are your hands good at cutting vegetables?" Ye Xiuxiu ignored him and continued to apply the band-aid roughly. An Jing approached her and helped to find iodine and alcohol in the medical kit. "If there are bacteria, you need to treat the wound with alcohol and iodine before putting a band-aid on it."
He picked up the iodophor inside, opened it, and poured it on the cotton swab. "Aunt Ye, let me help you clean the wound." Ye Xiuxiu clenched her hands. The Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid she had just put on was already soaked in blood, and she was trembling faintly. This wound is definitely not small. An Jing's scalp was numb, "Aunt Ye, let me clean it up and bandage it for you. It's useless for you to do it this way." Anjing often exercised and injuries were inevitable, so he learned simple bandaging from Dr. Wu. Ye Xiuxiu had just held back the tears that had not been shed before she started to burst again. She stood in front of the locker, her head lowered and her neck stiffened without speaking. Hot tears fell drop by drop on the locker. An Jing's heart began to tremble because of the heat. He opened his mouth with difficulty, "I'm sorry, Aunt Ye. " Although quietly, the apology finally came out. Ye Xiuxiu began to sob and cry. An Jing stood in front of her at a loss with a cotton swab dipped in iodine. Liang Qiuyi was tired of hearing this, "Shut up, stop crying." She roared loudly, and Ye Xiuxiu got a breath stuck in her throat, burped, and her tear-stained face turned red. An Jing shook his arm and threw the cotton swab on the ground. Then, gritting his teeth, he walked to Liang Qiuyi, took her arm and went upstairs, "Mom, go back to your room and rest." Liang Qiuyi was not as strong as An Jing, nor as tall as him. In addition, he used 100% of his strength. He was soon dragged upstairs and thrown into her room. Then he slammed the door behind him. . "An Jing, where are you going? Your hair is still wet!" Liang Qiuyi's furious voice came from the door, but An Jing just rushed downstairs. Downstairs, Ye Xiuxiu was crying as she put the medicine box back into the drawer of the locker. After quickly looking at Ye Xiuxiu's hands that were not being rehandled, he forcefully took the medicine box out of the drawer and placed it on the cabinet. He then pulled Ye Xiuxiu over and gently tore off the band-aid on it. At first, Ye Xiuxiu struggled, but when she felt An Jing's careful movements, she stopped struggling. With tears in her eyes, she looked at the young man in front of her who lowered his head and treated her wounds seriously and gently, and said hoarsely, "Master, can you please send me home in old age? I miss my son." In the villa area where Anjia lives, it is difficult to take a taxi when going out. It's too late, it's raining outside again. "Okay." An Jing's hand shook and he replied warmly, "Where is your home? After treating your wounds, I will call him and ask him to take you home." "My home is next to Chaoyang Market." Ye Xiuxiu answered with choked sobs. "Okay." An Jing threw away the cotton swab in his hand and took out a cotton ball from the medical kit. "Aunt Ye, I'll wipe the blood on your hand. Please bear with it, it hurts a little." Ye Xiuxiu's heart felt less unhappy and aggrieved because of An Jing's concern and apology, "I can't bear it." "Yeah." An Jing's voice was particularly soft because he felt guilty.
With his head lowered, he looks well-behaved. Her son is also so good. Ye Xiuxiu laughed while crying, "Oh, I was angry today and accidentally cut my hand when cutting fish. In the past, I would never cut my hand when cutting fish with my eyes closed." "That's amazing." An Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ye Xiuxiu was in a better mood. "What's so awesome about this?" Ye Xiuxiu became excited, and her limbs moved uncontrollably, "Hiss——" "Don't move." An Jing held Ye Xiuxiu's hand with a little force, "The wound will hurt when it touches it." "Hey, I can't move." Ye Xiuxiu sniffed again and sighed, "Before I went out to work, I opened a fish stall in Chaoyang Market. I sold and killed fish every day. I cut a lot of fish and closed my eyes. You can kill fish, but cutting some fish meat is really nothing." An Jing asked silently, "You used to open your own shop." "Yes." "Why not do it?" An Jing actually wanted to ask, why did he become a helper later?
Isn't it better to be a small fish stall owner than to go out to work? You can earn more than working as a domestic. "Hey." Ye Xiuxiu sighed, "When I was selling fish, I often had body pain, and I saw many doctors but couldn't find anything good. Then I met an old Chinese medicine doctor. He said that I killed too many fish, and there would be karma. , although fish are animals, they still have ghosts after death, which will haunt me, so I am always in poor health. He also gave me a Tibetan scripture and asked me to read it, saying that it can eliminate karma, and I read it. , I found that killing too many animals was really bad, not only would it lead to a short life, but it would also be bad for my children and grandchildren, so I discussed with my husband to evict the fish stalls and go out to work on my own." An Jing was very surprised, "You just closed the store like this?" "No." Pride appeared in Ye Xiuxiu's eyes, "My son has been smart and sensible since he was a child, and I can't bear to let him follow me and receive retribution." An Jing didn't believe in retribution and he felt that Ye Xiuxiu had been fooled. Also, how smart can you expect someone to be as a domestic helper?
An Jing chose not to expose the fact that Ye Xiuxiu was deceived, but asked, "How old is your son?" He is not a person who likes to have filthy parents, but at such ugly moments, it seems that only talking to the other person can relieve his inner uneasiness and shame. "She's seventeen," Ye Xiuxiu said. "She's about the same age as Miss. She's also a freshman in high school." An Jing asked, "Where do you go to school?" "Twelve Middle School." Ye Xiu said with a bright eyebrow, "He is still a student in the top class." No. 12 Middle School is considered one of the top nine public middle schools in Jincheng. It’s not bad, but... An Jing didn't think that the 12th middle school student in high school was that good, but seeing how proud Ye Xiuxiu was, he still praised him casually, "He's pretty good." "My son has been smart since he was a child. He got into the twelfth middle school on his own. He studies seriously every day and does his homework when he gets home. His father and I never have to worry about it. Even the graduating class is not willing to let us spend money on He takes tutoring..." Like countless ordinary mothers, Ye Xiuxiu couldn't stop talking about her son. An Jing listened absently and quickly helped Ye Xiuxiu clean up the blood on her hands. He looked at the centimeter-long wound on Ye Xiuxiu's rough fingertips and said, "You should pay attention to your work these days and avoid touching the water." When she heard about the work, the expression on Ye Xiuxiu's face became a little calmer. The corners of her mouth were curled up, and a hint of bitterness appeared on her slightly round face. "Master, can you tell the housekeeper for me and let me take a day off?"
There are two helpers in the kitchen at home, and it shouldn't be a problem for Auntie Ye, plus tomorrow is not a holiday and there is an important day to hold a banquet. An Jing agreed without much hesitation, "Okay, I'll ask Uncle Nian to take you back later, and you can have a good day's rest." -
The bright neon lights flashed in the dark night, like shooting stars across the sky, lighting up Jincheng in the night. When Antu arrived at the door of "Golden Years" waving the car keys, the young master in a suit standing at the door immediately greeted him, "Stop the car for me." Antu pointed to the door, the imported BMW business car he just drove. "Okay, boss." The handsome young master bowed and took the key from Antu's hand, and guided Antu to the splendid hall of "Golden Age". A young woman wearing a red tight skirt, holding a flip phone and a stack of business cards, and wearing heavy makeup came swaying from inside and said, "Boss An, long time no see." Her voice was seductive, and she pounced on Antu from afar. An Tu held her in his arms and said, "Sissi is getting more and more beautiful." "It's still the same. It's all Mr. An's praise." Sissi hugged Antu's arm affectionately and leaned on his shoulder like a bird, "Why are you here so late, Boss Li?" , Boss Luo has been here for a long time, and he is already singing in the box, but he didn’t call the beauty, he said he would wait for you to join him." An Tu laughed and said, "Have you got any new beauties under your control? If so, call them all." Sissi's charming eyes with long eyeliner brightened up, "Oh, I'll have to ask the beauties under me to toast you two glasses of wine later." "What beautiful woman under your hands?" An Tu said with a straight face, pretending to be displeased, "Can't you have two more drinks with me?" Sissi giggled, "Yes, yes, I will definitely have two more drinks with you." "Sissi's mouth looks like honey." An Tu smiled happily, raised his hand and pinched Sissi's face, then hugged her and went upstairs. The air is filled with the faint smell of perfume, intertwined with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, arousing people's deepest desires. "Which private room?" "305." All kinds of dynamic music sounded in my ears, and the melody was surging like a waterfall. An Tu familiarly hugged Sissi and went to private room 305. Outside the door of every private room along the way was a young master with good looks and figure, each of whom looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. The young master guarding the door of 305 had a handsome face. When he saw Antu and Sissi walking over, he smiled brightly and bowed to open the dimly lighted door next to him. The private room inside the door is very large. On the surrounding walls, the colorful wall lamps are like dreamy ribbons, making the entire space more colorful. There was a row of long sofas placed against the wall, on which sat seven or eight middle-aged men, some fat and some thin, wearing designer clothes and watches. When they saw An Tu entering the door with Sissi in his arms, they immediately stood up with a smile. , "Dr. An, you are finally here." "Dr. An is here so late, he will have to drink two more drinks later." "Director An..." "Call some more beautiful princesses and beauties to come over." Sissi whispered to the young master when she entered. Antu put his arm around Sissi's shoulders and shook hands with those who came up to say hello. After everyone had been chatting for a few minutes, the door of the private room was opened by the young master from the outside. A row of beautiful girls wearing various miniskirts and heavy or light makeup filed in with high heels.
Under the dim light, each of them has a slim figure, bulging front and back, and scantily clad clothes, immersed in this dreamy atmosphere. When the girls had almost come in, Sissi began to guide everyone to their positions, "Beauties, stand closer so that the boss can take a good look at you." Antu briefly glanced at the young girls standing in a row and teased Sissi, "Sissi, I don't think there are many beautiful ones here. Did you send the rest from others?" Sissi covered her mouth in an exaggerated manner, "Boss An, you really wronged me by saying this. I had heard that you were coming, so I specially left a few beautiful girls who could talk and drink to go to other rooms. I’m waiting for you and a few bosses.” An Tu laughed, but said, "If you have any more, call over. These are not enough." Sissi hugged An Tu's arm and said coquettishly, "Business is good today, and beauties are in great demand. I specially snatched these from other bosses and waited for you to choose from downstairs. Hey, you know An Tu The boss is very discerning, so I will arrange for a wave of stunning beauties to come over. You can watch them here first, and if you like them, you can keep them." "Okay, okay, go ahead and adjust it." An Tu waved his hand generously. Let go of Sissi's shoulders and sit down on the sofa. "Mr. Li, Mr. Luo, take a look. If you like one, two or three, just call them." The nightclub has become a magical place where people can find their own moment of happiness in the night. Antu often invites friends over. Sissi walked out of the private room on high heels with a smile on her face. "Sister Sissi, what are your orders?" The young master who was guarding the door immediately leaned into her ear and asked when he saw Sissi going out. Antu is a frequent visitor to the "Golden Years". He is very famous in the Golden Years and is famous for being generous but discerning. I'm often dissatisfied with the girls who serve me. I always think they don't look good here or there. Every time he comes, the mamasang and the slightly older and less attractive girls in the club will be frightened by the news and muster up their energy to please him, his clients and friends, for fear of being called ugly or stupid. Fortunately, in this kind of place, every time you come to spend money, you are not alone. Therefore, the girl who enters Antu's private room is not only required to serve him, but also to serve others. Everyone has their own preferences for carrots and cabbage, and everyone has different aesthetics. When choosing girls to serve, the bosses’ preferences are clearly demonstrated. For example, some bosses think older and fatter ones are more beautiful, while others think girls with bigger faces are more beautiful. Beauty, some like big breasts, some like long legs, some like big butts, some like black, some like white... Therefore, there are all types of girls in Golden Years. Sissi is the best mama in the "golden years". Although she was young and had not long been in the industry, she had an excellent ability to observe people's emotions. As she served Antu more often, her liking for him gradually developed a pattern, "Go and see if anyone is off work downstairs. All the girls who are pretty, young, fair-skinned, and slim are called up.” "Okay, Sister Sissi." "Bring me two boxes of the best wine." "clear." "Hey, wait a minute." Sissi stopped the young master who was about to go to work, "I remember there is a new girl named Angela in our club, right? She looks very nice. Has she come to work today?" She was not feeling well during her period today. She originally had a break and did not come to work. It was because she received a call from An Tu to come over, so she hurriedly put on makeup and came over. There were many beautiful girls in the club who were already at work. I called the manager specifically and left a few for Antu according to his preference. Unexpectedly, I was still not satisfied. "There are four angelas coming to work in our club today. Which one do you want, sister Sissi?" the young master thought carefully and said.
Angela is a very popular name. The girls who come to work in the club are not very well-educated, so naturally their English names are ordinary and ordinary. Sissi quickly reacted, "The one with the oval face is very fair." "That Angela is here." The young master's eyes lit up, "She is accompanying Mr. Wang in 104." 1314