Seventeen years later.

Leng Xin'er, female, seventeen years old, grew up in an orphanage, 170cm tall, weighs 50 kg all year round, a typical big beauty, a sophomore in high school.

In her spare time, she worked as a waiter in PUB, although the environment here is more complicated, but the salary is also higher, which does not conflict with her schedule.

"Xin'er, hurry, come on, the camp is bombing outside, Mo Shao is here." Yang Manni, a friend who grew up together, flashed into the lounge briskly with a wine tray.

"Mo Shao? Which one is less? The eyebrows were frivolous, and he did not stop wearing the uniform.

"Ha Luha, which one else could there be? Of course, it's the little Kai Moss Jue of the 'Mo Group', Mo Shao. Yang Manni pouted cautiously, pretending to be angry and smacked her with one hand.

"Oh, it's him!" replied without being salty, smiling and flattening his mouth.

It has long been heard that this young wealthy son, born with a pretty face that is beyond the reach of celebrities, has a gentle and charming personality, and spends money like rain, provoking all the women in the city to worship him, and his portrait is often published on the front page and headlines of magazines and newspapers.

Either a certain star was jealous of him and had a discord, or a certain daughter committed suicide for him, which can be called a son-in-law killer.

Almost all the girls in PUB regard him as their goal, SuperIdoil, and the gossip every day always surrounds him, and they all hear the cocoon.

It's not that she's jealous of the rich, but this kind of person really can't fight her.

No interest.

"Yes, that's him...... Xin'er, if she can marry Mo Shao, she must be a modern version of Cinderella, do you think it's okay? You don't have to work in this kind of ghost place to look at people's faces. Mannie clenched her fists and fancied, salivating.

"Humph! You, let's daydream! Leng Xin'er couldn't help but purse her lips and chuckled, revealing the beautiful pear vortex at the corner of her mouth, wrapping her arms around her, and her white and slender fingers tapped her skull, trying to wake her up.

Growing up together in an orphanage, they must have been poor.

If you want to turn your life around, you don't have to marry this kind of person.

In her heart, love is the purest and most sacred.

It cannot be measured in terms of wealth. ……

"Ugh! What are you doing here? Hurry up and go out to say hello, it's busy outside, you guys are hiding here? I don't want a salary anymore. "The chubby front desk manager, wearing a fat black suit, pushed the door in.

When I looked up, I saw Leng Xin'er, put on a flattering smile, bared my teeth, and came up: "Xin'er, you go to the VIP to entertain you." ”

"Fat manager, are you mistaken? Why am I going again? I've just come to work, and I can't be ranked in the first place? Isn't that fair to the sisters? Leng Xin'er said in a deep voice that was neither humble nor arrogant, and casually put the fan's bow on her neck beautifully.

She is the only one here who dares to speak to the manager.

Not afraid of being expelled.

Sometimes it's an indisputable fact that beauty is also a kind of capital.

Every time an important guest comes, the manager will definitely send her over.

"Xin'er, you are the most suitable for this task, and only you can handle those difficult young masters, please, even if it is for the sake of our PUB, this is the first time Mo Shao has come, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" The fat manager narrowed his slender little eyes, flashing up and down constantly, always smiling flatteringly.

It's the same line every time.

Disappointed. ……