[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ.６９ＨＵ.ＣCOM] Mumu stood on the street where people were coming and going, like an inconspicuous fish in the vast sea, no one would notice her.
Passing by a brightly lit wardrobe store, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a white dress in the window. She squatted down and looked at the price. The three-digit price was not something she could afford. She originally turned around to leave, but
That skirt was like a seductive elf that made her open the door of the clothing store unknowingly.
"I want to try on this dress." She pointed to the display window.
"This is the only one, do you mind?"
"It doesn't matter."
Mumu happily took the clothes into the fitting room. The fabric was soft to the touch, and it looked like it was of good quality.
It had been a long time since she bought clothes. All she wore were hand-me-downs. For her, buying something from a street stall was a luxury.
However, this skirt really suits her. The layered skirt is windless and automatic, setting off her graceful and slender figure. Wearing this skirt, it seems that an ugly duckling can turn into a white swan.
She really likes it!
"Do you still have that skirt?" A soft voice sounded not far away.
She turned her head and saw a girl with long flowing hair talking to the store clerk. The girl was really beautiful, with exquisite facial features, soft and somewhat cold temperament. When she stood there, she looked like a lily blooming everywhere.
"Do you want this skirt?" Mumu walked over and said with a smile, "I'm not buying it, I'm just trying it on."
She showed a slightly surprised expression, "You are very beautiful in your dress, why don't you buy it?"
"Because I have no money." She shrugged, "Just wait a minute, I'll take it off right away."
Finally, the dress was bought by the girl, and she knew her name, He Yining, a doctor in the hospital.
I just didn't expect that the girl I met because of a dress would become her good friend in the future.
After leaving the fashion store, Mumu was still wearing jeans and a canvas bag, and her whole body smelled of cheapness, but when she walked in the dark, her body seemed to be full of the smell of sunshine.
She walked like this until she walked to the address on the business card. When she looked up, she saw that the buildings were sky-high and luxurious, with lush trees inside and mountain springs and running water. This was where the rich lived, desperately trying to create a natural environment.
The aura, but no matter how you look at it, it is just steel and iron tiles without emotion.
"Hey, wait a minute." The security guard jumped out to stop her, his eyes clearly filled with disgust, "Who are you looking for?"
Faced with such a contemptuous look, Mumu really wanted to turn away and leave. Why should she be looked down upon by a security guard? But when she thought of You Yang struggling in the hospital bed, her arrogance suddenly collapsed again.
When the security guard saw her silence, he pointed to the huge gold-carved mountain stone next to him, "Look clearly, this is Dianshi Villa, a residence of the upper class. If you want to hook up with a man, you have to choose the right place. The people here... cough
Hey, who would like you?"
"Seduce a man?" Mumu narrowed her eyes and suddenly took a step closer, staring straight at the security guard. The security guard was stunned by her and took a step back. She chased forward, still staring unblinkingly.
He, the security guard said hastily: "Don't try to seduce me..."
Before he finished speaking, his forehead hurt sharply. Mumu hit him hard with her forehead, knocking the security guard back several steps. Finally, he sat on the ground and kept rubbing his head, "You.
..Why are you so rude, woman?”
Mumu snorted and brushed the hair on her forehead casually. Her forehead has been harder than other children since she was a child. Her mother also said that when she grew up, she would send her to the Shaolin Temple to practice Tietou Kung Fu, but... the result was not waiting.
When she grew up, they passed away one after another... Her iron-headed skills were also self-taught.
The security guard got up from the ground reluctantly, "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."
At this time, a black luxury car slowly stopped beside the two of them. Seeing the car and its license plate, the security guard immediately stood at attention and saluted, saying hello with a smile on his face, "Mr. Rong, it's so early today."
Rong Shen rolled down the window and didn't even look at the security guard. He stared at Mumu with a half-smile, "Come up here."
Mumu clenched the bag in her hand tightly, hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door and got in. Until they left, the security guard was still talking to himself, what is going on? This is not Mr. Rong’s cup of tea!
Rong Shen parked the car in the garage and turned around to see Mu Mu standing under the dim street light. Her shadow was so thin that it seemed as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time. He walked over with graceful steps and said, "It's still too late to regret now."
"Regret?" Mumu sneered, "Do people like us have the right to regret?"
He could control everything about them, like a puppet. She had already prepared for the worst when she stepped in here.
Rong Shen frowned, "I like smart girls, let's go."
He was like a lofty emperor, and she was his favored maid. Even though the status gap was so humble, she still wanted to raise her head higher and higher in front of him.
Rong Shen's apartment was on the 19th floor. As the elevator went up, each other's breathing could be heard in the narrow space. The surrounding mirrors were very smooth and clearly contained the trace of panic in her eyes. She dozed lightly to cover it up.
Rong Shen leaned on the elevator, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he pretended not to care even though he was obviously nervous. It was interesting.
He took out the key, opened the door, and said, "Come in."
She stepped on the dimly lit porch, wearing half-worn canvas shoes that looked like garbage picked up somewhere.
But she doesn't feel inferior. This is her, an ordinary girl, without expensive brand names or prominent family background. She never envies others, and similarly, she doesn't look down on herself.
Mumu took off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the floor.
Rong Shen threw a pair of men's slippers over and said, "Wear these first."
This apartment is still clean, at least so far, he has only brought her here as a woman, so there are no women's supplies here.
"The bathroom is on your left."
She hummed, lowered her head and walked in. From beginning to end, he didn't see the expression on her face.
Rong Shen lit a cigar and sat on the sofa to smoke it. He glanced at the pair of sneakers at the door. Her feet were very small, and the shoes seemed to be only a little bigger than his palm.
She washed it for a long time, until he finally got impatient and knocked on the door outside, "Are you ready?"
"....Um."
She opened the door and was still wearing the T-shirt she had brought in. He frowned in disgust, "Why are you still wearing this?"
He picked up one of his shirts and threw it over, "Wear this."
"No."
She still lowered her head and walked quickly to the bedroom.