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Hua Manyi came out of Fenghai Song and Dance Hall, looked back at the neon sign flashing, and felt a little uncomfortable, as if the old bustard wasn't very bad, and she didn't care about 1000 oceans.

But even if she didn't ask for 1000 oceans, her current situation would not be much better.

The Hua family was gone, and Mommy and Daddy were imprisoned in Nancheng. Even if she wanted to go to Nancheng, she didn't bother to take a boat. It's ridiculous that the dignified Hua family has been reduced to this point.

It was raining again, and the rain splashed on the floor, splashing and freezing her feet.

Hua Manyi found a dilapidated temple to hide in. Rats and cockroaches shuttled across the beams above her head, and squeaking noises could be heard everywhere.

She hates it instinctively, but she has no right to hate it.

It was approaching dawn, the sky was gray, she seemed to hear something in a daze, and she looked through the cracks in the broken planks.

"Ah... Boss, it's delicious, steamed buns... um..." A voice that could be clearly identified as a female voice sounded in the center of the temple. The steamed buns, chewing selflessly.

She only has steamed buns in her eyes.

And she was riding a scruffy man writhing in disgust.

Probably too shocking, Hua Manyi's pupils widened, she covered her mouth, a burst of nausea surged out of her stomach, but there was nothing in her stomach, she retched a few times, her mind roared, and that scene kept stimulating her nerves.

"Who?!"

Suddenly, the man heard a voice yelling inside, which was the sound that broke Hua Manyi's tense nerves. With a cry, she crawled out in embarrassment, and ran away to the back door without looking back.

She kept running, running for several streets, until the cold wind blew into her throat, and she barely stopped when she was about to die. Her long hair hung down to her back, and it was drizzled all over, like grains of white sugar.

Finally unable to walk, she squatted in a small alley, rubbing her hands to keep warm while her eyes filled with tears, her nose sore, "Woo--Daddy... Mommy... Yuan Nai... Where are you... Hello!" miss you……"

Just after the Lantern Festival, every household is eating steaming glutinous rice balls, and the sound of children playing can be heard in the yard.This alley is near her home, Hua Manyi stopped crying, looked up and looked around, and walked out of the alley with her chest in her arms.

Sure enough, there was Huafu on the opposite road, but the former glory had become decadent, and the white seal seemed to be mocking her, a poor wretch.

"Hua Manyi?"

Suddenly a voice sounded from the right, scaring Hua Manyi very much. After she saw it clearly, she realized that the person who came was a little familiar.

"Me, Mo Zihao." A young man wearing a brown vest, wearing leather shoes, and combing his hair back had surprise in his eyes, but after seeing Hua Manyi's down-and-out appearance, he put away the surprise.

Hua Manyi hid that vigilance in her eyes. When she was in junior high school, this Mo Zihao shamelessly flaunted in front of her, but came to her house as a guest with various excuses.

"Man Yi, about your family...I heard about it." Mo Zihao sighed, how could he not have heard of the explosive news that caused a sensation in Haicheng.

"You now..." Mo Zihao hesitated to speak, as if he was considering his words, "If you don't mind, I'll find you a job."

Hua Manyi touched her hungry stomach, "What job?"

……

In front of a steamed stuffed bun stall, Hua Manyi looked at the young man beside her, bit her lip, and uncomfortably took the meat bun bought for her by the other party. This was the first time she experienced this kind of embarrassing situation in her life, and it was better than textbooks. It is even more uncomfortable for the protagonist to live in a relative's house under the fence.

"Mo Zihao, if I have money, I will return it to you." She replied to him in a muffled voice.

Mo Zihao didn't think much of it, it was just a few buns.

"Come on, the Yuelai Hotel is in front of you. I'm pretty familiar with the boss. I can still help you by asking him to give you a job." Mo Zihao pointed to the hotel not far in front, a four or five-story pavilion, Outside the eaves are the four large-character plaques of "Yuelai Hotel", which are magnificent.

This is one of the best restaurants in Haicheng. Before Hua's family had an accident, she often asked people to buy their Chen's Roast Duck.

A black Ford car drove over from the opposite road and stopped in front of Yuelai Hotel. There was not a lot of noise, but that Ford car was enough to attract many people's attention.

The waiter in front of Yuelai Hotel immediately walked down the stairs to greet him with a smile, and said polite and flattering words.

A middle-aged man in a long robe and mandarin jacket got off the driver's seat. After getting off, he went straight to the back seat and opened the car door respectfully. A pair of long and slender legs first came into view. He wore British high heels and a high-cut cheongsam with a cashmere shawl. Such as fat, graceful figure, hairstyle is the most popular French perm nowadays.

Hua Manyi didn't know this woman, but she recognized the woman next to her at a glance.

It was the bustard of the dance hall.

She is tall and outstanding in a black nylon long windbreaker, holding a Bulgari handbag in her hand. She is more mature than the woman just now. Walking in front, the middle-aged man followed humbly, with a lazy expression and a natural temperament. Younger women than go down.

"Who is that?" Hua Manyi took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, staring intently at the three people who walked into the restaurant.

"She is the most famous singer of Paramount, her name is Jiang Yin."

Hua Manyi: "The other one."

Mo Zihao hesitated for a moment, as if he was in trouble, "This... I only heard that she is the mother of Fenghai Song and Dance Hall, and she has some background, I don't know anything else."

"Isn't that the old bustard? What else could there be?"

Mo Zihao scratched his head, "It would be nice if it was an ordinary bustard, then those young masters wouldn't have such a headache."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's just... um... if the girls in Fenghai don't agree to cough—then what, no one can force them, because with this Gong Mama covering them, no one dares to do anything wrong."

Because of this, most of the girls in Fenghai are innocent.

"You mean doing things in bed?"

The sudden words made Mo Zihao choke for a while. These young masters have never been to any venues, and they are more or less familiar with them. It's just that they are doing properly on the surface, and they can pass.

However, this aunt, who has not yet graduated from junior high school, grew up under the protection of Hua's family, how could she understand these things about seeking/joy/joy?He even said it without hesitation.

"Don't treat me like an ignorant girl, I know everything." Hua Manyi didn't want to recall the side she saw this morning, it would only make her sick.

Mo Zihao sneered, "Hua Manyi, let's go in. I'll tell Boss Chen to arrange it for you."