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As soon as she returned to Fenghai, Xiaoxiao hurriedly took her hand, "Sister Manyi, it's not good, what happened to Sister Fang, it hurts so much that I can't go on stage, let me hurry over and ask if you can Go up and sing for her, I've been looking for you for a long time before I found out that you went out with Mama Gong!"

Hua Manyi glanced at the time, there was still an hour to go, and she was not in a hurry, "Xiaoxiao, don't worry, I'll take over, let Sister Fang take a good rest, I'll go get ready now."

The lead singer shifts of Fenghai Song and Dance Hall were arranged last week, and there was a one or two day break. When it was Fang Yu's turn, it happened to coincide with the other lead singers' holidays. This one and the two are outside, and they will not be able to catch up for a while After returning, only Hua Manyi was the first to come back.

Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Fang Yu's room to inform.

Hua Manyi didn't delay, and went straight upstairs to put on makeup and change clothes, but when she returned to her room, she found that someone she had ignored was sitting skillfully on her sofa. She picked up a newspaper on the coffee table and read it. The version is the news that Song Shichang has become the biggest smoke and soil tycoon in Haicheng, wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit with high spirits. It seems that Steven's matter has been resolved by him, and there is no news about it.

"Mother Gong...do you have anything else to do?" Hua Manyi opened the closet, picked out an apricot pink cheongsam, and was about to change, when she saw that Mama Gong was still here, she stopped suddenly.

"No, why? I'm not welcome in your house?" Gong Yan looked up from the newspaper, his eyes fell on Hua Manyi's beautiful face first, and he noticed that her hands were resting on the button of her chest. Slowly sweeping over the full arc, the red lips opened and closed, "Change clothes if you want, I won't look at you."

Hua Manyi: "That's not what I meant..."

Gong Yan: "I think back then, when you came to take a shower in my room, you just took off your clothes, and I didn't see you getting angry."

Hua Manyi: "..."

Today is different from the past, how can this be compared?Hua Manyi slandered in her heart that she was still a girl at that time, and didn't have those extra thoughts, but now...especially recently, she still has those dreams all the time.

After waiting for a while, Hua Manyi thought about it, and finally chose to change clothes according to the usual habits, and changed in front of the cabinet, but turned her back.

There was a rustling sound, the woman crossed her legs, a pair of smooth legs appeared on the upper edge of the newspaper, and a slim figure was a little above.

Gong Yan still maintained the posture of reading the newspaper, closed his eyes, and opened them again, but his mind was complicated.

After Hua Manyi changed her clothes, she went to the dressing table and began to reapply her makeup. When she finally picked out the earrings, she couldn't find the right earrings.

"Choose this." A hand stretched out from her shoulder, landed on her jewelry box, and took out a pair of court-style drop-shaped earrings. Hua Manyi was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, behind her Putting on a soft touch, the sensitive earlobe was touched, Hua Manyi raised her eyes to look in the mirror, in the mirror stood Mama Gong, bowing her head to put on the pair of earrings for herself.

Hua Manyi felt a little uncomfortable, and wanted to reach out to grab it, "Gong Mama, why don't I do it myself..."

"Don't move." However, the woman frowned and refused her, put on her right ear, and then on her left ear.

Gong Yan looked at someone's half-red ears, squinted, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"All right."

Hua Manyi woke up like a dream, "Ah, all right? Let me see."

Pretending to check in the mirror, but sneaking a glance at the mirror from the corner of the eye, the clinker suddenly met the eyes of Gong Ma who was standing behind her with her arms crossed, and her eyes met.

Hua Manyi thought of those dreams again. After she stopped her fantasy, the scene of helping her at the perfume shop today reappeared...

What's going on these days? !

Dazed for a moment, he hurriedly avoided, shook his head, got up and walked towards the door rather embarrassed, "Mother Gong, I'm going down first!"

There was a faint hum from behind.

Just like in those dreams, the sound made by Gong's mother drowning in her at a certain moment and being kissed by her Hua Manyi.

Hua Manyi staggered, cursing inwardly, what the hell!

***

On the stage, the lights flickered softly, and the drums and organ played softly.

"I love the dark night

love that nightingale singing too

更 爱 那 花 的 梦

拥抱 着 夜来 香

......"

Hua Manyi held the golden microphone, and just finished singing a passage affectionately, when she opened her eyes, she saw Gong's mother sitting in the middle of the ballroom.

That woman is different from the guests at other tables, she is enough to attract attention simply by sitting there, with her back against the back of the chair, smoking with one hand, and the chair is pulled far enough to put down her folded eyes. long legs.

Ruifeng's eyes are deep, her nose is straight and her lips are thin. Hua Manyi heard from the old man that people with thin lips are generally cold by nature, but except for the fact that Gong's mother fired Zhu Zhaodi when she first came in, she did not see how much she squeezed the employees, even the benefits. Still better than working outside.

Hua Manyi thought about it, and almost forgot that she was still on the stage, until Xiaoxiao gesticulated wildly in the corner to bring her back to her senses.After singing, she came down from the stage. She originally wanted to go to the other guests, but before she took two steps, she saw Gong Ma beckoning to her out of the corner of her eye, and said come over to her.

The body responded one step earlier than the brain. Hua Manyi looked at the red wine she had just clinked glasses with Gong Ma, and realized that her annoyance flashed away.

She clearly knew that something was wrong with her in the past few days, otherwise she couldn't always be thinking so wildly, rationally told her to stay away from Gong's mother first, but this foot was disobedient, she insisted on coming over, and even had a drink with Gong's mother.

"Mother Gong, I think I might be sick..." Hua Manyi drank a big gulp of high-concentration spirits, which made her uncomfortable and refreshed, allowing her to temporarily forget those absurd dreams.

"What's wrong? Tell me, do you want to take you to see a doctor?" Seeing that she was drinking more and more, Gong Yan frowned, and wanted to snatch her over. As soon as she stretched over, Hua Manyi held her tall The cup avoids, scolding, "No! I want to drink."

Gong Yan smiled, "Then why are you sick?"

"I don't know...I don't know..." Huaman Yilian said a few words, "It's just sick."

She could clearly feel sick.

"You...why are you nice to me?" The scene changed, and Hua Manyi lay on the sofa, resting her head on Mama Gong's legs, looking up like a child thirsty for knowledge, "Why? Are you my mommy?" ...otherwise why are you so nice to me..."

When Gong Yan heard the word "Mommy", the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she bent down and pecked her chattering mouth, "I'm not your Mommy, I'm you..."

Gong Yan thought about the relationship between them.

"Who am I to you? Tell me, tell me quickly..." Hua Manyi grabbed the cheongsam around her waist, staring at Gong Yan with drunken eyes.

"What about you? Who do you think I am?" Gong Yan glanced at her small movements and asked back.

Hua Manyi looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, and asked in confusion, "Why did I go back to my room? Aren't I singing, singing "Evening Fragrance", watching the south wind blowing in to cool you~"

"The concert is over, you are drunk, I will bring you back." The woman explained.

"Is that so..." Hua Manyi hiccupped and struggled to get up from Gong Yan's legs, "Then I have to go back to bed and sleep, good night Gong Ma."

"Yiyi." Gong Yan took her hand, "You haven't answered me yet."

Hua Manyi was pulled back by her strength, she sat back on her lap, tilted her head in doubt, "What's the problem?"

"Who do you think I am?" Gong Yan repeated that sentence.

"Hmm..." Hua Manyi tried hard to think, but her body almost fell to one side because of unconsciousness. Fortunately, she was supported and pulled back halfway.

"Let me think about it..." Hua Manyi murmured, lowering her head and lifting up the apricot pink cheongsam, mentioning that she could sit face-to-face on Mama Gong's lap with her knees slightly bent on the sofa Go up, nestle in Gongma's arms.

"I think you are my mommy... is that okay?" Hua Manyi listened to the heartbeat in her ear, it seemed to be a little faster, she didn't know how her heartbeat was beating, but she felt that this moment was very nostalgic for her.

Gong Yan's expression immediately went down, "No, we are not related by blood."

"Then... just be my stepmother, okay?" Hua Manyi put her arms around her neck and pecked her chin, "You must be the most beautiful stepmother."

"But the stepmother will not sleep with her daughter, nor will she kiss her on the mouth." Gong Yan looked at the face in front of her, and reminded her coldly that she did not pay for her beautiful vision.

"Why can't I kiss?" Hua Manyi couldn't hear anyone refute her at this time, sobbing softly, "The stepmother still gives her daughter nainai, why can't she kiss?"

Hua Manyi held Gong Yan's face, aimed at the red lips, and kissed her several times as if angry.

When she backed out, the back of her head tightened, Hua Manyi's pink lips parted slightly, and she was stunned, watching the woman getting closer and closer, being sucked, and communicating deeply.

"Today...you chased Song Yunrong away and watched me sing in the audience, do you think you like me?" Hua Manyi let go of her mouth and asked seriously. If the swaying body is ignored, Gong Smoke might feel her sober.

But this sentence jumped too much from the previous sentence, from a stepmother to someone she likes suddenly, Gong Yan was almost overwhelmed, but when she saw Hua Manyi's hopeful eyes, she still wanted to answer her seriously, Hong Her lips pursed, "Yiyi, I think I've been poisoned by a poison named Huamanyi—"

As soon as the words fell, Hua Manyi just yelled, "I'm so thirsty..."

Gong Yan: "..."

"Wait here, I'll pour you a glass of water." Gong Yan rubbed her head, but had no choice but to pour water.

"No, you don't need to pour water, stepmother." Hua Manyi pushed her back on the sofa, her eyes moved down eagerly, and she pinched her hands again and again, "Stepmother...can I drink your nainai?"

"Yiyi, you have to know that I can't be your stepmother." Gong Yan took a deep breath, "When will you remember it, instead of sneaking around like this every day."

The day before yesterday was full of affection, but at the critical moment, this woman made her make an oath, saying that she and what she had done would never tell others.

At first she thought it was outsiders other than them, but who knew it included Hua Manyi herself after waking up.

"I don't care, you can only be nice to me, and you won't want me after you wake up... woo woo woo" At that time, Hua Manyi seemed to be afraid of something, even though she promised repeatedly that she would not want her, Hua Manyi still took her away. Pushed aside, covered the quilt and cried silently.

"It will be very sad to be awake... My chest will be very uncomfortable, and you will continue to like that woman and continue to marry other men. You will not see me in your eyes..."

Gong Yan rubbed the center of her brows as the memory came back to her memory. She still can't figure out who she likes or has been married to other men.

When her chest was cold, she lowered her eyes, only to see a head crawling on her chest, the teeth brought a biting sensation, but fortunately it was not heavy.

Gong Yan has a clear understanding of being a "mother".

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