Sister Hong was very depressed, but she never expected that her good sister was her father's lover. No wonder Xiaoying's life is so luxurious and high-profile, it turned out that her father gave it to her, her father was not as busy as he imagined, he went out on a date with his lover in his free time, thinking about his mother's painful expression before she died, she hated those vixens even more, they seduced her father so much that he didn't have time to go home with his mother. That's why my mother got sick with this disease, and it was they who killed her alive.

Sometimes she was touched by her father. Stemming from his father's deep affection for his mother, especially his nostalgia for his mother, his father's bedroom and office are filled with portraits of his mother. Decorated with delicate ivory picture frames. In the digital photo album is a retouched version of the wedding photos when they got married. He carefully treasured all the items that his mother liked during her lifetime in a delicate storage box, and from time to time he secretly took them out and wept while looking at them.

The contradictory and frustrated mood made her sullen. I tried to persuade her, but I felt it would backfire. So she adopted the method of attacking the east and west, wanting to raise and suppress first, so that her low mood was slowly relieved.

"Let's go, let's go to the bar! Let's sing and drink in the private room I have booked, and have a good time!" I forcibly took Sister Hong's hand and walked outside the company.

There was no trace of excitement on her frustrated, pale face. Just nodded subconsciously.

The supervisor and master had long seen that Xiaohong was sullen today, and she seemed to have something on her mind. Seeing that she was so sad, I didn't ask immediately, and wanted her to be quiet. secretly squeezed her eyes with me, and motioned for me to persuade her. In fact, they know that the relationship between the two of us is the best in the company. On the surface, they still had nothing to do, and they still joked with us: "These two little ghosts are acting alone mysteriously, and the lonely man and widow don't take us with them, and there may be some ulterior secrets between the two! Let's go, we won't go, we can't be people's light bulbs. Alright, let's go!" smiled and waved at us.

A white lightning bolt of Porsche Cool Runs skipped over the horizon. Sister Hong's eyes flashed in front of her eyes the scene of yesterday's lover's café, like a movie, she couldn't think about it, how could it be her?

I hummed a little song and pretended to be calm and said to her, "What song do you like to sing the most? I have been with you to the end today, I have long wanted to hear you show my singing voice, and today I finally have the opportunity!"

She was still silent, we had never seen her so unhappy after we had been together for so long. In the past, she always tried to persuade us when we were unhappy. Whoever in the three groups encountered difficulties, she would always give generously and never skimp on money and things. In her opinion, everything is outside the body, and human affection is the most important thing. She tries her best to make everyone happy, and being happy is her greatest happiness.

Now that she's in trouble, I'm really upset. "I heard you're a good dancer, aren't you? I was bored talking to her.

In the Lover's Bar on the bar street, neon colorful spotlights surrounded our white sports cars, a few young people gathered in front of the door, punk alternative hairstyles, non-mainstream makeup, devilish eye shadow, and alternative accessories decorated this beautiful and modern face.

Walking into the hall, the bustling alternative crowd was surrounding a scantily clad long-haired girl, only to see her standing upside down, her head rushing down, her legs coiled on the smooth steel pipe in the center of the hall, snake-like dancing gently with the steel pipe, dancing and provocatively sticking out her tongue, infecting the crowd that surrounded her tightly with passion. People danced excitedly and selflessly, shaking the long hair on their heads, and various alternative hair colors interacted with the pole beauties with the lights surrounding the stage. Dynamic DJs resounded throughout the hall. People danced wildly and shook violently. It's a lot of fun.

The second and third floors are like two rings, surrounding the open hall, and the people upstairs are toasting with the beauties and crowds below by the parapet with wine glasses.

It's like a sea of happiness. People leave all their worries behind. The two of us came to the VIP luxury room on the second floor, the huge LED screen was playing dynamic music, the huge wine bar was full of all kinds of fruits in the oversized fruit bowl, Royal Chivas Regal, Mingshi, Heineken and other drinks were on the table, I picked up two Heineken casually, and habitually threw them to Sister Hong. Pulling the ring on the top of the can with his hand, the fragrant beer bubbles overflowed rapidly, and then he quickly took a sip, "Sister, dry!"

Sister Hong repeated my action again, "!" Raised her neck and poured down the beer, took it again, and waited for me after pulling it away.

Sister Hong's amount of alcohol I have learned many times, due to the genetic relationship, she is particularly able to drink, and is good at rushing wine, whether it is beer or red, or even white one sip to play. I'm definitely willing to bow to that.

But today I drank out, and I have to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. As long as it can make her happy, it's worth drinking to death. I subconsciously drank two more with her. Because of the over-pouring, I didn't feel a little dizzy, so I had to beg for mercy: "No, no, I really can't drink it, sister, let me slow down!"

"You're drinking with me for this little bit of wine!" she finally smiled happily at me.

As soon as I smiled, I felt much more at ease.

"How can I drink you, you are a woman who doesn't let you shave your eyebrows!" I dragged half-jokingly.

She took the Chivas Regal on the table and asked the waiter to open the bottle, then took out a small pink tablet from her handbag and put it in a clean goblet, poured half a cup of Chivas Regal, shook it casually, and drank it intoxicatedly, "Wenwen, how about we go downstairs to dance?"

"Sister, I'm dizzy from drinking, can I still dance?"

"You little P kid knows how to pretend to be drunk. Come with me!", he pulled me past and walked straight to the crowded lobby on the first floor. With the sound of the shocking DJ, Sister Hong danced rhythmically, she has received one-on-one training from professional dance teachers since she was a child, and her mother found an award-winning dancer in the National Ballet at that time in order to shape her, and taught her by hand.

It's different from these avant-garde dancers in front of you. As soon as Sister Hong appeared, the audience was shocked, she stood upright, stood on her toes and slid her steps, and turned more than a dozen times in a row on the toes of one foot. For this series of actions, it is absolutely incoherent without a few years of basic skills, and the young people around them can't help but cast admiring and envious eyes.

may be the reason for the onset of the drug, this quiet lady instantly turned into a beautiful Bayonetta, she exaggerated the more she danced, subconsciously took off the hairpin and other headdresses and threw them on the ground, and the scattered long hair rhythmically followed the music and beat, wildly devoted, like a foreign rock singer, intoxicated by the hazy lights and noisy crowd. Under her influence, I also threw myself into the rhythm of dancing to the beat. Of course, that flowing feeling doesn't belong to me, after all, it's hard for my short two-fingered hair to shake this momentum. Sister Hong smiled happily again, and her beautiful melon seed face was filled with long-lost happiness and joy.

Xiaoya received a call from Uncle Han, saying that her godmother was critically ill and she was dying. She cried and took a taxi and hurried to her mother's residence, pushed the door and stomped straight to her godmother's bedroom. Thinking in my heart, I am afraid that something will change, and I am about to escape outside.

I didn't think that Uncle Han had already locked the door from the inside. With a fierce light on his face, he was ready to embrace the beauty, and the dragon and phoenix in the clouds and fog were lingering and compassionate. He has been coveting Xiaoya for a long time, looking forward to it every day, thinking about it every day. Looking at Xiao Ya's immature skin, she couldn't help herself for a long time. Greedily pounced on Xiao Ya. Xiaoya couldn't help but be surprised, she was really lucky this time!