When the lanterns first come on, the city reveals its most bizarre and prosperous side.
It's the same bar.
The difference is that there is a huge glass tank in the middle of the dance floor of this bar. Through the transparent glass, you can see the fish swimming inside, the messy water plants, and a graceful woman wearing a mermaid skirt.
Ye Momo swam happily and skillfully in this large enough glass tank.
At this moment, she is the most relaxed moment, just like her hateful stepmother said: she was born to be a fish.
Silver-white fish tail, white and tender skin, and seaweed-like hair. In the transparent water, those fish kissed her skin, and those blurry lights combined with the seductive music made this place instantly become a paradise for people to sink into.
In fact, Ye Momo's job did not come easily.
Ouyang Meng chose to compromise with his boss on the condition that Ye Momo be given a tailor-made job that was not too strenuous and that was also something she liked.
The proprietress thought about it and easily thought of the job of mermaid. She also spent a lot of money to build a swimming venue with a better environment for her. Of course, she would not do a loss-making business. That night, she went to the bar
Not only did her business boom, she also got Ouyang League as she wished.
"Meng, you performed very well." The proprietress lay on the bed contentedly and praised Ouyang Meng, who was hurriedly putting on his pants.
Ouyang Meng's back was turned to the proprietress, and his broad and straight back was as perfect as a model's.
"If nothing happens, I'll leave first."
He hurriedly walked out of the box and walked quickly to the bar toilet.
Holding the hand on the sink, Ouyang Meng couldn't restrain his nausea and vomited wildly.
Although he had had sex with the boss's wife many times, he still felt disgusted.
In fact, the landlady is a beauty in every aspect, but maybe Ouyang Meng was born as a man with sexual mysophobia, so he could only accept having a relationship with the woman he loved.
After pouring water on his face, he looked at his handsome face in the mirror...
All for Ye Momo...
Alas, it's time to pick her up. I don't know how she is doing there. Shaking his head, he walked to the dressing room to pick up Ye Momo and go home from get off work.
It was already midnight when the two of them walked out of the bar. Their working hours were from eight o'clock in the evening to two o'clock in the morning. So although the bar was still noisy and wild, the streets were still a little cold and lonely.
"Sit tight." He put a hood on her head and started the engine. The motorcycle made a arrogant and harsh sound in the night.
"Ouyang Meng, do you have a good relationship with the landlady?" Ye Mo asked, lying on Ouyang Meng's back.
"Why do you say that."
"Because you always go to her room." Ye Momo said based on his observations in the past few days.
"I think the boss lady is nice."
"How to say."
"I like the job she arranged for me so much. I can swim freely." She said, letting go of her hand and gesturing happily in the night.
"Hold me tight, it's very dangerous." Ouyang Meng said angrily.
"Ouyang Meng, I really like that job. Wearing mermaid clothes, I feel like a mermaid. I wish I were a fish."
"What's so good about fish?" Ouyang Meng asked helplessly.
"Fish just need to swim. Fish have no memory and fish can't cry. In short, I just like being a fish." Ye Mo said, wrapping his arms around Ouyang Meng's waist and pressing his face against his thick back.
"Then you can just be your mermaid with peace of mind." If she really feels that this job makes her so happy, then Ouyang Meng feels that everything she has done is worthwhile.
"Ouyang Meng, you are so kind." Ye Mo said lightly.
Ouyang Meng heard the disappointment in her tone, maybe she still couldn't forget the perverted Yan Nuohan in her heart. Ouyang Meng drove the car in silence, and he was still handsome and tall in the night.
Ye Mo suddenly felt a little cold and sleepy, so she pressed herself against Ouyang Meng's broad back.
This was her life these days, peaceful and peaceful, without Yan Nuohan's entanglement and torture. The wind rolled up Ye Momo's seaweed-like hair, and no one noticed the tears hidden under the peeping eyes.