Tomorrow is the day of celebration, and for the prostitutes of the Third Street, tonight is destined to be a restless night.

There were few customers, so prostitutes gathered in the streets in twos and threes to discuss the topic of the celebration day.

At some point, the whispers of the prostitutes gradually stopped, and they turned their heads to stare in a certain direction, which were two figures in black trench coats.

Angelyl has never been afraid of these stares, but today she is very different.

She hid by Oreo's side, her head shrunk, and she didn't even dare to look at these seniors.

Oreo had a cold face, which was his usual expression.

The two stopped in front of Peggy's brothel, and as Oreo expected, the tall black man was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

He stared at Oreo for a few moments before stepping away.

"Peggy is waiting for you inside."

Oreo walked in calmly, greeting him.

"Lady Peggy."

Peggy was drinking tea, and she put her teacup down, wondering why Oreo was in such a place.

When she saw Angelyl's dress, she seemed to know what Oreo was here for—he was going to tear down his second ladder!

"Peggy, Peggy?"

Oreo stretched out his right hand and waved it in front of Peggy's eyes.

Angelyl stood beside him in a black trench coat, which was so wide that he knew it was the bastard detective's outfit at a glance.

Sensing Peggy's gaze drawn, Oreo handed Peggy's notebook to Peggy.

"Here are a few outfits I designed for Angelyl, and I believe they will make a big difference in the final competition."

He pursed his lips and added.

"The clothes you picked are pretty, but they don't fit Angelelle.

You must know that there are so many beautiful girls participating in the Black Queen election, you have to make Angelil impress those buyers the most, and I believe that softness and purity are Angelil's greatest strengths.

Of course, this is also Angelil's killer feature, and she didn't need it in the first few rounds.

You have to find a trustworthy tailor to make these clothes, and you must not let other people's subordinates know the design of these clothes, in case you meet a homogeneous and competitive opponent, it will be bad, you are not as rich as those nobles. ”

Peggy stared straight at Oreo's mouth, and all she could see was his lips flying up and down, and as for what he was saying, Peggy didn't hear a word.

Peggy said only after Oreo finally stopped.

"Angelyl, where did your clothes go?"

Angelyl said stiffly.

"Tamia went crazy again, she shoved my clothes into the fire......"

"I can't quite say that."

Oreo said in a deep voice, "The main thing is that I had to measure Angelil's clothes, which caused this to happen. ”

Peggy said with a blinking eye and a dull expression.

"So you told Angelil to take off her clothes?"

"Of course."

Oreo continued to nod, "There are always errors in the measurement of clothes, and to design the most perfect clothes, of course, you need to get the most accurate data. ”

Peggy rolled up the notebook and looked at Angelyl.

"So you agreed?"

"Mom's ......"

Angelyl shrunk her head and whispered, "Mr. Oreo really just measured it for me. ”

"You bastard!"

Peggy picked up the notebook and slashed it at Oreo's head, like a heavy swordsman slashing his enemies.

Angelyl hurriedly pulled Oreo away and then blocked the blow.

She grabbed Peggy's wrist and screamed.

"Mom, it's really nothing!"

"What kind of sin did I create in my last life?"

Peggy pushes Angelyl out of the way and rushes towards Oreo like a tiger.

The skinny detective was pinned down by her and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Angelyl screamed, dragging Peggy behind her, repeating herself.

"Mom, I really just took a size!"

"You bastard!"

Peggy lunged forward, threw Oreo out of the brothel, and walked back in a rage.

She stared at Angelyl viciously, forcing her into a corner step by step.

"Angelil, are you trying to me off! How many times have I told you your sister's story, do you want to repeat the mistakes of the past! ”

"But sister, she ......"

Angelyl didn't dare to anger Peggy, and said, "But it's just a size." ”

Peggy yelled angrily, saliva spreading across Angelyl's face.

"I can see it! You're just trying to me off! You're better off when you're mad at me, aren't you? You just want to be a whore who gets ridden every day, right? ”

Staring at her panting mother, Angelyl whispered.

"Mom, I actually want to be a police detective."

"Be a police detective!"

Peggy's voice was half a degree higher. "You've just been brainwashed by that bastard detective, aren't you? I want to be a police detective! See if I don't kill you! ”

"Mom!"

Angelyl struggled out of Peggy's arms, her tone tinged with impatience.

"I said I would be the Black Queen! Don't bother about it anymore! ”

"Okay, the wings are stiff, aren't they?"

Peggy looked around, pulled a broom out of the corner, and walked briskly towards Angelyl.

"See if I don't kill you!"

Angelil clenched her fists and said without flinching.

"Then you kill me! Kill me and no one will sell it to you! ”

Hearing this, Peggy held the broom high and froze in place for a moment.

Under her own almost strict requirements, Angelil is a little rebellious, but on the whole she is an obedient girl.

In the past, she didn't use this tone to talk to herself, but what happened to her today?

The mother and daughter were at a stalemate for a while, and finally Angelil gave in.

She opened her fist and whispered an apology.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that...... Mom, let her pass the past, I said I'd be the Black Queen, and you'd move into Fifth Street. ”

Without waiting for Peggy to reply, Angelyl turned around and walked briskly in the direction of the small attic.

Just as she was about to leave, Peggy put down her broom and whispered.

"Angelil, have you always felt that I was wrong about you?"

Angelelle didn't answer Peggy's question, just smiled reluctantly.

"Mom, I've been following the path you've arranged...... Isn't it? ”

Peggy walked over to Angelyl and stopped in front of Angelil.

She reached out her right hand and gently stroked the ends of Angelil's hair.

"Angelil, you've been on Back 3rd Street since you were born, and when you leave Back 3rd Street, you'll find that the world isn't what you see it to be...... I just want you to see the bigger world. ”

"A bigger world."

Angelyl brushed Peggy's hand away and walked towards the small attic, muttering to herself.

"Didn't my sister already see it?"