"Haha..." Sister Qin suddenly laughed, her laughter was so sarcastic, "Is it wrong? Your brother asked me to borrow money, but I didn't give it to you. I will lend it to you again?"

An Yurou seemed to be shocked by her laughter, and took a step back, looking at her with a complicated and embarrassed expression.

Sister Qin glanced at her contemptuously, looked down at her fat hands, and said calmly: "It's not that there is no way to negotiate."

She raised her eyes and looked An Yurou up and down. A few days later, this girl had become much thinner, but she was still so beautiful. She narrowed her eyes and continued, "Are you willing to negotiate with me?"

An Yurou's eyes lit up and her face showed joy, "What can I do?"

Sister Qin stood up, walked to An Yurou, stretched out her hand and touched her face, "Tsk, tsk, look, how tender he looks. Even if he is hungry for a few days, he will still be handsome at this young age."

As she said that, she put her hand on her round shoulder and squeezed it, "I have a younger brother. He is thirty years old and is not married yet. Are you willing to marry him? If you agree, I will give you one million.

bride price."

"What?" Looking at the fat and chubby Sister Qin in front of her, the tall and thick "Wu Dalang" appeared in front of An Yurou's eyes.

She shook her head and stepped back, "No, I don't agree."

After hearing this, Sister Qin's face suddenly darkened. She waved her hand and pointed at the door, shouting: "Okay, then get out! Get out! A pair of extremely poor brothers and sisters want others to lend you money. You are just wandering around G City."

In the last round, no one lent you a hundred yuan!"

Not borrowing a cent of the money and being humiliated, An Yurou could no longer hold back her tears. When she walked to the street, she squatted in a deserted corner and couldn't help but cry.

After crying for a while, she went to the hospital.

In the intensive care unit, Grandpa was lying quietly on the hospital bed. His wrinkled face looked so peaceful, as if he was asleep. Beside the bed, there were various instruments for detecting vital signs. On the back of his withered hands,

Fluid, with a bandage on his head and an oxygen mask.

"Grandpa..." An Yurou called softly, crying.

Grandpa An did not move. He was breathing lightly, and his kindness was revealed in his slightly frowning brows. An Yurou held his hand, and her eyes flashed back to when she was a child. Grandpa An hugged her, kissed her, and took her to play with the puppy on the grass.

Funny scene.

At that time, she was really happy and happy!

After sitting next to her grandfather for a full hour, An Yurou walked out of the intensive care unit.

At this time, her eyes were already shining with determination, that is... she had to make money no matter what, and she would not let her grandfather leave this world because he stopped taking medicine.

In the crazy club at night, the neon lights are shining, luxurious and gorgeous, some fat and thin celebrities, rich men and women are walking in and out of the door with their arms around beautiful women.

Beside a flower bed, An Yurou finished chewing a piece of toast in her hand, took out a towel from her bag and wiped her mouth, then took off the necklace around her neck and put it into her bag.

This necklace has a special meaning to her. Director Lin of the orphanage said that the necklace she wore around her neck when she was abandoned may be a token left to her by her biological parents, so she must keep it safe and wear it when she is away from home.

Wear it less.

She straightened her clothes, pushed back her messy hair, and then slowly walked into the club.

"You're here." Yang Xiangyi sat on the sofa, raising her red fingers and squinting at the slender and haggard An Yurou.

Today she was wearing a light yellow floral skirt and flat crystal sandals, with her head lowered, looking shy and embarrassed.

"Come here tonight, you don't want to drink or sing with me again, do you?" Yang Xiangyi chuckled.

"Yes." An Yurou clutched her shoulder bag tightly, her palms slightly wet. She looked up at Yang Xiangyi, her eyes full of expectation.

Yang Xiangyi curled her red lips with a hint of sarcasm, "Sister, do you think the money here is really that easy to make? Last time you were lucky, you met a man who gave you 50,000 yuan, but today

Not necessarily..."

"Manager Yang, I beg you, please help me to see if there is a generous and rich man here who would like me to sing with him."

"Singing with you? Haha..." Yang Xiangyi laughed again. She stood up and walked to An Yurou, pinched her thin chin and narrowed her phoenix eyes, "Men are all lustful. Whoever comes here is not a figure."

Happy**? You’ve been here once, don’t you know?”

I know! How could An Yurou not know? Thinking about that man wearing sunglasses, she still has lingering fears, but she prays that she won't run into that kind of man tonight.

There are always good men in this world.

"Manager, I need money. If I don't pay before three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, my grandfather will stop taking the medicine..." An Yurou lowered her head, her thick eyelashes lightly closed with moisture.

After hearing this, Yang Xiangyi was obviously a little embarrassed. She sighed softly and patted An Yurou on the shoulder, "Little sister, why don't you just sell it? There are many rich men here. With your

Condition, if you take good care of yourself in the past few days and let yourself grow more flesh, I think the man who wants you will be very generous."

"No, I won't sell it!"

"How can you make so much money if you don't sell it?" Yang Xiangyi stared at her impatiently, "Do you think this is a charity? Let me tell you, the men here are very realistic!"

An Yurou's legs went weak, and she really wanted to kneel down to Yang Xiangyi.

Okay, okay! Find a "philanthropist" for me, maybe I can find one.

Just when I was feeling depressed and sad, the door opened, and a male waiter stood at the door and said respectfully to Yang Xiangyi: "Manager Yang, someone is looking for you."

"Oh." Yang Xiangyi responded, tugging her arm at An Yurou, who was dazed and helpless at the side, "Hey, you can go, I have something to do."

She went out, and An Yurou followed her out.

There is no hope, there is really hope! An Yurou dragged her limp legs and walked toward the stairs in a daze. As soon as one foot stepped down the step, she swayed and almost fell.

She instinctively grabbed the armrest to steady herself, and when she lowered her head, she saw two drops of crystal tears falling in front of her eyes.

It turned out that she was crying again.

"Little sister, wait!" At this moment, Yang Xiangyi's voice came with a hint of gentleness.

This shocked An Yurou's whole body, as if she saw a ray of light in the darkness. She turned her head and looked at Yang Xiangyi with tearful eyes.

Yang Xiangyi took her into the office, took out a photo from the drawer and handed it to her, "Look, what does this man look like?"

An Yurou took a closer look, her eyes widened suddenly, my God, this man is so handsome! He looks so familiar.

Thick black eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose, thin lips...the standard handsome face seems to have appeared countless times in dreams, especially these narrow and handsome eyes. Why do they look so like brother Ye?
Chapter completed!