Song Lan was stunned, raised her head, and saw that Dr. Zhang, who had always been kind and kind to her in the past, was now looking at her with a strange look.
It's no longer as gentle as before.
Song Lan suddenly understood something, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled stiffly.
"I understand, Doctor Zhang."
"Then come on." Dr. Zhang patted her shoulder and left.
Song Lan lowered her eyebrows, found a chair, sat down, and stared at the nursing home quietly.
My father has lived here for more than ten years, and my aunt also works here.
For Song Lan, a nursing home is equivalent to a second home.
But he didn't expect that when the money was not enough, the father and daughter would be kicked out mercilessly.
It is true that blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
Song Lan walked into the night, bought a can of beer and drank while walking. Instead of going home, she wandered to the bakery where she worked.
"Song Lan, why are you here? It's so late. Why don't you go home?"
Just when the bakery was closing, the colleague on the night shift walked over while locking the door.
My colleague dyed her hair blonde, got lip nails, and changed into a hot suspender skirt. She looked like she was going to a nightclub.
Song Lan was not familiar with her, so he held the beer can tightly and hid it behind his back, saying in a low and muffled voice, "I'm going home right now."
"You're going back now? I'm planning to ask you to go to the bar with me." My colleague was cheerful and smiled before leaving.
Song Lan hesitated for a moment, thinking of her father who was still in the nursing home waiting for her to send him money. She trotted forward and grabbed the other man's sleeve.
"Song Lan, what's wrong?" The colleague was confused.
Song Lan took a deep breath.
Her former friends were all acquainted during her days at the magazine. Knowing that she had offended the He family, they were unwilling to associate with her.
The colleague in front of me seems to be having fun and knows a lot of people. Maybe there is some way to make money.
"I want to ask, do you know any way to make money, the sooner the better?"
In the cold night of winter, Song Lan's heartbeat was like thunder, one beat faster than the other.
The colleague gave her a subtle look: "You...can do anything?"
"Can do anything!"
The colleague raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the beer can hidden behind her, and raised his chin: "How much can you drink at most?"
…
In the dimly lit backstage box, a colleague pushed Song Lan in front of a woman in her thirties with heavy makeup, and said with a smile: "Sister Ping, look who I have brought for you. Her father is in the hospital and needs life-saving money. I want to come."
Make money here."
The woman named Sister Ping's eyes lit up when she saw Song Lan.
She took out the half-smoked cigarette in her mouth, stood up and looked around Song Lan.
Song Lan felt a little uncomfortable with her look, her body stiffened and straightened, and she was patted hard by Sister Ping.
"You are indeed good-looking, but you are too upright. Let me teach you, if you really want to make money, just twist it up."
Sister Ping said, spat out her eyelashes, and pointed casually: "Just in time, there are wines to be delivered to the box. Please change clothes. Go and deliver them. How much wine you can convince the guests to buy depends on your ability."
Song Lan's long eyelashes drooped down like fragile butterfly wings.
She is not a staunch young lady. She knows what to do when she comes to a place like this.
In order to keep her father alive, she would do anything.
Obediently put on the revealing waiter uniform of the nightclub, Song Lan, led by Sister Ping, came to the door of the largest box in 409 with foreign wine.
Sister Ping opened the door and pushed Song Lan in: "Young masters, are you having fun? This is the new one here. Let her serve you wine!"
"Come on, come on, Mr. He, I'll pour you a drink myself." Sister Ping twisted her waist and came to the man sitting in the middle.
Mr. He——
These two words hit Song Lan like a hammer, neither lightly nor hard.
Song Lan felt a gloomy gaze scanning him from the inside out.
He Chaozhi sat silently in the center, with the collar of his black shirt slightly open, revealing his cold white collarbones.
His expression was stern and somber that no one except Sister Ping dared to approach and provoke him.
Sister Ping did it just to make money, so she had to get in on it.
In the entire Ye City, who doesn't know that Young Master He's temperament is erratic and unpredictable. Anyone who offends Young Master He's taboo will be left to die.
Sister Ping carefully filled He Chaozhi's wine, waved to Song Lan and said, "Go and pour the wine for the other young masters."
Song Lan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, opened the foreign wine calmly and neatly, bent down and poured it into the cups of He Chaozhi's group of friends.
He Chaozhi's group of friends were not vegetarians. They all knew Song Lan and knew that Song Lan was not afraid of death and scorned He Chaozhi at the wedding that was broadcast live throughout the city.
One of them, Pei Yang, planned to take matters into his own hands and vent his anger on He Chaozhi.
When Song Lan was pouring wine, Pei Yang kicked the table, causing the glass to shake, and half the glass of wine spilled out.
Song Lan paused, and Pei Yang yelled: "How did you do it? Do you know how to pour wine? Do you know how expensive this wine is? You can't afford to pay for it after a year of work!"
In the past, when Song Lan followed He Chaozhi, he always looked quiet and cool, and ignored them and He Chaozhi's friends.
Now that we have the chance to see a beautiful woman in trouble, everyone is willing to join in the fun.
Anyway, Song Lan is already "notorious" in Night City now.
Song Lan lowered her eyes and stared at the spilled wine indifferently. She said sorry in a low voice and wanted to wipe it off with a rag.
Pei Yang said evilly: "Who dares you to wipe it with your hands? Use your clothes to wipe it until it's clean!"
The nightclub uniform was revealing, and there were only a few pieces of fabric on the whole body.
Song Lan was forced to bend her knees and use her sleeves to wipe away the wine bit by bit.
The so-called dignity is nothing at all when the father is afraid that he will be kicked out of the nursing home.
The white thighs below the waist are looming under the skirt, which is very attractive.
Pei Yang couldn't help but go down, tugged on his tie with a dry mouth, and muttered: "Anyway, Mr. He doesn't want this woman anymore, otherwise I'll take her..."
"This is the new guy in your nightclub? His name is Song Lan, right? Come here."
A man's cold and stern voice came from the side.
Pei Yang was so frightened that he suddenly retracted his restless hand.
He raised his head and saw He Chaozhi staring straight at him, his eyes so dark that Pei Yang could see that he was covered in cold sweat.
Song Lan walked up to He Chaozhi expressionlessly, looking haggard without makeup, but still beautiful.
"Master He, what are your orders?"
Hearing those words of Mr. He, He Chaozhi suddenly laughed. He leaned back lazily with an unpredictable expression: "Sister Ping, the people here are well trained and well-behaved."
Sister Ping apologized and said, "How dare you let Mr. He see you if you are not well trained?"
"Then let her stay."
He Chaozhi sat on the sofa with a golden sword, holding the wine glass with his long and cold white fingers, and said lightly: "Whenever I come, I will let her accompany me to drink."
