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The black Ford car stopped in front of Fenghai Song and Dance Hall, Hua Manyi got out of the car, stood firmly and said to the window of the rear seat, "Thank you Mama Gong, thank you Uncle Fu."

The white lace hollow curtain hanging in the car window was pulled open, revealing Jiang Yin's face, she didn't look very well, but as an elder, she still told her a few words, "Man Yi, be careful on the road. "

"Okay." Hua Manyi raised her eyes and responded dully, her gaze involuntarily passed over Jiang Yin, and fell on the lazy woman sitting next to her, her thin red lips were filled with another cigarette after Hua Manyi got off the car , who was lighting the fire with lowered eyebrows, ignoring her words.The light from across the street fell on her side face, her profile was breathtakingly superior, her nose was straight and her lips were thin, her eyebrows and eyes were lazy, and she had a cool personality.

The melodious vocals of the singing girl were faintly heard from the dance hall behind her. Hua Manyi withdrew her gaze, turned around and walked towards the neon-dappled dance hall. The night wind blew on her body, shaking her skirt gently, The broken hair stuck tightly to her face, somewhat blurring her vision, but gradually made something clear in her heart.

They are different after all.

The car drove slowly towards the other side of the street corner. Hua Manyi didn't notice that after she turned around, the woman in the car finished lighting her cigarette, and her gaze stayed on her slender back for a long time.

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Fang Yu was very surprised when he saw her come back, and hurriedly asked her how she was.

Hua Manyi was the only one who comforted people by talking badly. Fortunately, there was Fang Yu's performance at nine o'clock tonight, so her room became quiet.Xiaoxiao took a week off. At this time, all the manpower and material resources were spent in the ballroom to greet the guests, making the second floor extremely deserted and quiet.

Half a month ago, because of her excellent ability, she also earned a lot of money for Feng Hai. Her room was equipped with running hot water, a shower head, and a Western-style bathtub.No more going to the first floor to shower with others in the large bathroom.

Hot water was running in the bathroom, Hua Manyi found a pair of pajamas and put them on the sofa, only then remembered that she hadn't taken off her makeup yet.Sitting in front of Liulijing, the playful palace curly hair on her head is still intact, not a bit loose, and her face is lightly made up. She looks the same as when she was a young lady, but at that time she had everything and was carefree, but now She has nothing, not even qualified for a luxurious dream.

Hua Manyi pursed her lips and brushed away the curly hair on her head. The long hair immediately fell like a waterfall and was slightly messy. This hairstyle no longer suits her.

She got up and took off the jacket and skirt on her body, went in to wash, and half an hour later, she came out with her hair tied up, as if she had put on a comfortable purple nightdress.The room was too quiet, which made her feel empty. When she passed by the phonograph, a piece of music was played, and then she slowly took out a small medicine box from under the dressing table.

Dr. Warnerson told her to change her dressing every day and try to avoid touching water when taking a bath, otherwise she would be prone to inflammation.In addition, this kind of injury is easy to itch, and she feels that the skin around the chest and the wound was not washed when she took a bath. After covering it for a day, the sweat stains and the smell of medicine are mixed together. Whenever she thinks of that scene, she feels disgusted.

Then I fetched a basin of hot water and put it on the dressing table. Then I took off my nightgown, sat in front of the dressing table, faced the mirror sideways, and untied the gauze bit by bit. Slow down, for fear that if the skin of the wound is accidentally bonded to the gauze, she will untie it recklessly, and it will be herself who will hurt at that time.

As the gauze was untied round after round, the bloody wound was reflected in the mirror, and the needle and thread that had been sewn on was faintly visible in the middle wound. , surrounded by red, ugly and creepy compared to other skin.

Hua Manyi stared at the wound in the mirror absentmindedly. She didn't move for a long time, but her memory couldn't help but go back to three years ago. At that time, she was still thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was loved by everyone in Hua's family.

She once saw her mommy had a scar in the same place. When she asked about it, mommy replied that it was the scar she left when she was young to shield Daddy from a gun, and because of this, Daddy was very sad. Fall in love with her quickly.She remembered very clearly that when Mummy talked about this matter, there was love and happiness that could not be hidden in her eyes.

"Am I stupid..." Attempt to imitate others, who knows that it is self-defeating, and has ugly injuries, but the person always only has other people in his eyes.She, Hua Manyi, could only come back lonely and pitifully to be her dancer, licking her wounds alone in the dead of night.

Tears fell silently, blurring the vision, and the snowy shoulders exposed by the naked i in the mirror and the ugly wound were in stark contrast, and also became blurred at this moment.

Realizing that she was crying, Hua Manyi hurriedly wiped away her tears, took out bottles of medicinal wine from the medicine box, arranged them in order, and dispensed the medicines one by one.

Dong dong dong

The door was knocked suddenly, Hua Manyi's hand trembled, almost touching the bottle of medicinal wine, the knock on the door continued, Hua Manyi tidied herself up, made her voice normal, and shouted towards the door, "Who is there?" ah?"

"It's me, Gong Yan." A woman's lazy voice suddenly came from the door, Hua Manyi paused, and it took a long time to recover, "Mother Gong? Aren't you going back to the winery so late? I'm going to asleep."

With that said, Hua Manyi quickly got up and turned off the lights in the room, as if she was really going to sleep.

Gong Yan watched the white lace curtain of the small window on the door suddenly go dark, and frowned.

"Hua Manyi, open the door."

"But I'm asleep. If Mama Gong has something to say, we can talk about it tomorrow." There was a tired yawn at the end of the sound.

"Hua Manyi, if you don't open the door, I'll get the key." The woman outside suddenly became persistent and insisted on coming in. Hua Manyi was still standing at the light switch, and the darkness engulfed her skin exposed to the air .

The fingers resting on the switch were slightly closed, and she hesitated for a long time, until the woman outside gave another impatient order, and she turned on the switch. In an instant, the light illuminated her brightly.

With a click, the door was half-opened. Hua Manyi raised her left hand across her chest to block the important scenery, but she also knew that at this moment she was wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Her hair was casually wrapped twice and hung behind her neck, but there were still two small strands of hair sticking out on the central spine.

Although they are on the second floor, the light from outside the hall will still shine on. With the opening of the door, it falls on the half of Hua Manyi's body. Her skin is whiter than snow, and although Yingying's arms are covering her chest, it is still noticeable at a glance. The deep shadows above the arms, and the crisp i breasts are half exposed.

The waist is like a tendril, the legs are slender without fat, and the swan neck is even more slender and easy to break.

Before Hua Manyi could speak, the woman in front of her suddenly turned to the left to cover the neon light from that side, and blocked the possibility of seeing it from any angle.

"Hua Manyi!"

She raised her eyes and looked at the woman whose tone became cold and stern for no reason. The other party seemed very annoyed, as if she had done something sorry to her, but didn't she ask to open the door for her?

Hua Manyi was puzzled, and stared at her calmly, until her wrist was tightened, and she was led a few steps into the room, and the door was shut tightly with a bang.

At this moment, the woman was standing half a meter away from her, examining herself, waiting for an explanation from him.Hua Manyi closed her eyes, her face turned pale. When her hand was pulled tightly just now, the woman grabbed her right hand. With such a sharp pull, the wound on her right shoulder blade was suddenly pulled by a tension, and she could even feel it. The pain when the needles and threads rubbed against the new flesh due to pulling had only been sewed for two days.

It might be too painful, she took a breath, her shoulders shrunk slightly, her collarbone protruded deeply, and her lips lost all color in an instant, like a white rose that was about to wither.

The woman finally noticed her abnormality, and took a look behind her. Her red lips parted slightly to say something, but her body helped her to the dressing table first, picked up a piece of cotton with tweezers, dipped it in medicinal wine, and lightly touched it. Medicine is given to the feet.

Hua Manyi sat on the chair with a pale face, with the dressing table behind her back, and let her apply the medicine. The medicine wine was cold and wet on the skin, and the wine was strong, causing a tingling pain.

She closed her eyes and endured it until the intact skin above the wound suddenly felt warm and cool, and a faint warm breath penetrated into the pores.

Both shoulders were caressed by a pair of hands, and the woman behind her kissed her shoulder blades in red. The familiar smell of smoke wafted over. The kiss hadn't left for a long time, Hua Manyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Manyi, it was Gong's mother who made a mistake just now."

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