President's precious wife

The next day.

Ling Ling

A harsh alarm bell rang, a small frown, turned off the alarm clock and continued to sleep.

Just after sleeping for a while, her face was warm and wet. Xiaoyuyan lay down by the bed and kissed her face, "Mommy, get up!"

Narrowed her eyes and looked at her daughter's bright smiling face. Her heart was inexplicably sour. She stretched out her hand and took Yuyan into her arms, "Yuyan."

Mom, baby, mom will make you grow up healthily!

She believed that the disease must not take away her baby.

"Mommy, get up. Daddy promised to have dinner with us today."

The little guy looked very excited.

Smell speech, small one Leng, holding her pink face, "Yuyan, mom wants to tell you I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because Mommy lied, that uncle is not YuYan's daddy. Yuyan can't call him daddy casually, you know?"

Hearing the speech, xiaoyuyan's face was full of disappointment and her eyes were red. "Mommy lied. He is daddy, he is daddy! You see, he looks like me. Grandma said that I was as smart as daddy when I was a child."

She painfully pulled Yuyan into her arms, "baby, it's Mommy's fault. I shouldn't lie to you."

After a long time, she raised her head and filled her eyes with expectation, "where's YuYan's daddy?"

"... er." it's a little difficult, because she doesn't know.

"Well, when Yuyan grows up, Mommy will tell you, okay?" she obeyed xiaoyuyan's hair. "Now Yuyan is too young, Mommy tells you, you won't understand."

Yuyan sucked her nose, nodded cleverly, and no longer squeaked.

In the face of her daughter's loss, her heart felt a faint pain. She pinched YuYan's soft face, "come on, Mommy, tie you beautiful braids. Shall we go to school?"

Obviously, the little guy was not interested. He just sat quietly in front of the little.

"Yuyan, will you sing a song to your mother?" she tried to adjust YuYan's mood, but the little guy still lowered his head and pursed his red lips.

Mumble a few words, "Yuyan is in a bad mood and can't sing."

One morning, YuYan's mood was particularly low. When Xiaoxiao sent her to school, she was particularly worried, "Yuyan, if she is not feeling well, you should first tell the teacher and then call her mother, you know?"

Yuyan nodded.

"Do you know mommy's phone?"

"138xxxxxx" Yuyan recited the number fluently.

"Well, baby, go in." kissed YuYan's face and watched her little back enter the kindergarten.

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"Xiao Li, I'm Xiao Xiao. Do you have money? I want to borrow..."

"No, you know I just got married and it will cost a lot of money. Sorry." before I could say a little, the other end refused.

"Tong Tong, do you have money? I think..."

"Doodle doodle..."

"Ah Wei, I..."

"Small, I have no money. I'm sorry."

The other end seemed to have expected what she would say and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Holding the mobile phone, her little heart was bitter. In fact, she just wanted Ah Wei to ask him to ask the manager for a leave so that she could find a way to raise money.

However, they always avoid "money". Are these her friends?

Just when she was worried, Jiajia called.

"Little, I found a place where I can make money very quickly. Do you want to go?"

"Go! Of course!" as long as it's not selling!

"But what kind of job is that? It's not a night club drinking?" she was worried. She didn't want to go to that place.

"No, don't worry. It's just like a waiter, but that place is a high-level club. It's not accessible to ordinary people. It's 300 yuan an hour! I have a sister who happens to work in it. I'll introduce you in. Aren't you short of money?"

"OK, I'll go there now."

"Uh huh, you wait for me on XXX road first."

"Mei Fei" is a famous nightclub in city C.

Luxurious decoration shows excessive nobility. Anyone who can go in and out of this place is either rich or expensive, or familiar with politics and business, or wandering between black and white.

In the hall, the lights are blurred, the clothes are beautiful, the people come and go, the glass is light, the wine is shadow, the heat is cold and noisy, and a school of singing and dancing is peaceful.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at everything in front of her and couldn't help feeling a little nervous. The luxury feast of the upper class seemed to be a world incompatible with herself.

Su Xiaoxiao forced herself to put away her negative emotions. She must work hard. After all, not everywhere can get 300 yuan an hour!

She didn't have to intermittently shuttle between those rich people with dinner plates and wine glasses, and worked continuously for several hours. Fortunately, before she came, Jiajia had promised to pick up Yuyan to her first today, so that she could work at ease. When she thought of Yuyan, she took a deep breath and secretly encouraged herself to stick to it!

After a short break, Xiaoxiao came to the balcony and dialed Mu Jiajia. She had to make sure that xiaoyuyan was all right. The dark light was cast on her graceful back, full of mysterious temptation, causing the approach of bad people.

Suddenly, a pair of big hands clasped her wrists, took her cell phone, pulled her around, "beauty, have a drink with me?"

"You let me go!" she struggled and tried to take back her hand, but he clasped the other hand. The man with the smell of wine approached her. "I think you look good. Otherwise, you follow me? It's more profitable than working here." the man in the middle of the year smiled shamelessly.

Little frown, "Sir, I'm just a waiter here. Please respect yourself and let me go!"

"Hehe, what if I don't let go?" the man was arrogant with his power.

The man's strength was very strong. He just dragged Xiao to the left of the balcony, raised a glass of red liquid wine and shook it in front of her, "come on, have a drink, and even come out to play. Don't pretend to be high."

She looked at the red wine glass and thought that as long as she drank it, she could escape the Sao / disturbance. After all, she couldn't afford anyone who came here!

She compromised, "I can only have one drink!"

"Good, good." the man smiled proudly and flustered.

She took the glass and drank it. Fortunately, the wine was not strong. She didn't feel much uncomfortable. She put down the glass and the man poured another glass.

"Come on, have another drink!"

She avoided, "no! No, I can only have one drink!"

"What's the matter with another drink?"

The man's hand was vaguely rubbed on her waist, and even moved down to her body. A little stiff, he began to struggle hard. The man was close to her, and her face was pale with fear. Almost without thinking, she raised her hand and waved it to the man's face. The sound of PA was particularly loud, and even her fingertips were numb.