Aging is more sudden than death.

***

Gucci Hefner was willing to give Monica the best, the best food, the best clothes, the best house, the best maid, the best car, the best school, the best hospital, the best medicine and equipment, the best doctors and nurses.

But whoever stood in front of the glass window outside the intensive care unit and could see that the man lying on the snow-white bed was hopeless—if he could see that the thing that was mostly submerged under the sheets was a "person".

Monica was only twenty-eight years old, full of vitality and a bright future, supposed to be a blooming rose, a good apple just ripe, and a tender curly little ewe, but all Hopkins saw was a living skeleton swirling with stench and despair, no hair, no muscles, sunken eye sockets protruding from the white eyeballs, shriveled lips, criss-crossing deep wrinkles that divided her face into countless irregular pieces, Her gray-yellow skin drooped softly from her bones like a dirty rag———— she should have died, but she was dragged back by a huge amount of money, nearly half of the room was filled with advanced medical machines, and a staggering number of tubes were inserted and inserted through her body, helping or forcing her to breathe, take in nutrients, and excrete, while the other half of the experts, doctors, and nurses guarded the place in shifts day and night, ready to pounce on and wrestle with death in case it would take away their greatest resources.

"She went to an all-night dance party after dinner that day, and the next morning when the maid came into the room, she was in a coma—as if she had been boiled whole, and her hair fell out of bed," Hefner sadly touched his daughter's cheek with the tip of his fingers, the skin sliding under the slight pressure of a plastic glove, thin and wrinkled, like a piece of plastic wrap, "They said it was Halford Progeria Syndrome, well, maybe that's the name." ”

"Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome."

"Yes, the doctor told me, but I can't remember...... He said that such patients usually show symptoms as early as infancy, such as brittle blood vessels, short body, loss of hair and teeth, etc., they say that this is a hidden danger that exists from the formation of a fertilized egg - because there is a fatal defect in some genes, and this defect will spread to all the body cells of the embryo, the fetus, and finally the baby as it divides - but Monica has always been healthy, she has hardly had any serious illnesses, and her mother and I are also very strong, and our respective parents, That is, Monica's grandparents and maternal grandparents also went smoothly and lived happily to be over eighty years old, and there were no short-lived ghosts in our family, except for my little uncle, but his death had nothing to do with any disease, he was so careless that he was stabbed in the kidney......"

Hopkins patiently listened as he tossed and turned, babbling on and on.

Part of his attention was always on Monica. In Hefner's case, there are fewer than 100 cases of Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria syndrome in adulthood.

***

Visiting a sick person, especially one who has little hope, can always be emotionally low, but Gooch Hefner has a number of ways to cheer people up in an instant.

Exploring the young bouncy body with his fingers, stroking his shaggy hair, staring into his bright eyes, rubbing his lips against each other, his tongue twisted, and the air smelling of sweat and musk...... Hefner couldn't help but think of the little girl who liked to show off her beautiful body in the water and in the sun, his little darling, his little foal, he couldn't wait to see her, to touch her, to see her bounce on top of him, her youth and heat should be able to easily dispel the shadow and cold of this visit—but when he returned to the mansion and told a girl who passed by him to tell Betty to go up to the third floor (the whole third floor was his bedroom), The girl looked embarrassed in surprise.

"What's the matter," Hefner asked good-naturedly, "what's wrong with her," "it's okay, he can change it," "got out?" Or are you not feeling well? Oh," he stroked his chin quickly, and he shouldn't forget the wonderful hand-to-hand combat, "And what about Bonnie?" She should be available. ”

"I want to ...... Bonnie, too, has something going on. The half-breed, who was about a quarter of African ancestry, had black, olive-shaped eyes, and a plump body covered with smooth, tight brown skin, reminiscent of well-textured, high-priced designer leather goods—she pointed her gaze in the direction, "You can go and see, but I don't think she can pull out." ”

Hefner curled his lips, he was upset.

Hopkins found that the half-breed was pointing in a direction that looked like his temporary home.

Hefner's bare feet crackled on the thin wooden strips of wood that were put together, and Hopkins followed him, and together they went upstairs, and in the easternmost room on the second floor, they found Betty, Bonnie, Cassie, Lilith, and Sasha, who seemed to have escaped the torment of low-grade fever and pain, and was quietly and in high spirits (which only Big Hopkins could tell).

It's wonderful, all in one place.

It's not too strange for Bonnie to be here, since the hopkins father and son had been allowed to live here by Hefner, she had been assigned to be Sasha's nanny, and many girls gloated about it, but Bonnie didn't care, she was still paid, and she preferred to serve this rather than that—she was fed up with the men who haunted Gucci Hefner's mansions, clubs, and nightclubs from nine o'clock at night to four o'clock in the morning, and of course, champagne, cigarettes, marijuana, or beds.

Plus, she was able to practice and get used to it in advance, well, normal life — going to bed at nine o'clock at night, waking up at six a.m., simply taking care of herself (without heavy makeup), cleaning and tidying up her room, bathing in the morning light for breakfast (bread, eggs, milk instead of a glass of whiskey), babysitting the kids (unusually relaxed), borrowing the spare kitchen to try to make an apple pie or something while the kids were napping — God knows, that's what she lived ten years ago, At that time she hated this monotonous and barren life, and now it was what she longed for the most.

Bonnie can't remember how she got out of that town, and as you can imagine, she must have been as beautiful, vibrant, and ambitious as Betty is now.

It's a cycle that can't be said to be good or bad, she goes out, she comes back, and then another person fills up with the place she left behind, and then in a few years, if the latter is unlucky, she'll come back, and then another beautiful young girl will decide to go out and try - with her fleeting youth, she may or may not succeed.

But there are always people coming back, and there are always people going out.

I still had a glimmer of hope, Bonnie thought, I wanted my dream to come true, and when I couldn't, I pinned that hope on someone else—or I couldn't explain why I had to help Betty, who had already caused me a dozen troubles with this brainless little idiot, and never knew how to be grateful, but I would still reach out when I needed to, as I had just now, and now.

It's also very likely that I'm jealous of Lilith. Mel, she's so lucky, I'm happy to give her some trouble.

"What are you doing?" Hefner angrily asked, "In my guest's room?" "The room was a mess, like a drunken elephant dancing in it.

"She's going to chase me away!" Betty, who was sitting on the carpet, shouted in a shrill voice, "She doesn't have the power, Mr. Hefner, she's going to fire me!" ”

"I have, I can." Lilith. Mel bared his snow-white teeth as he said the word "can."

Two security guards stood helplessly behind Lilith. They were Lilith. Mel sent her to expel Betty, but Betty immediately hid in Mr. Hopkins' room.

Bonnie and Cassie insist on waiting for Mr. Gucci Hefner to come back - regardless of Lilith. What Mel wanted to do.

Lilith Meyer is the new favorite, but Bonnie and Cassie are not easy characters to deal with, both of them were famous bunny girls before they entered the mansion, and they have been quite popular (in every way), at the very least, Mr. Hefner knows what they are called.

They also remember that Mr. Hefner mentioned next week's cover, and that the best playmate, the candidate seemed to be Betty. Others may not know, but they know Guchhefner well after working here for several years, and this small, dark-skinned man is notoriously moody and unsympathetic – who knows what will happen in a minute? None of them wanted to offend, and they naturally struggled to do their work.

I have to say that their choice is quite correct.

Gucci Hefner frowned, stepped over a broken glass plate, and leaned over to Betty and twisted her chin with one hand, he carefully observed the wound like a seasoned antique appraiser before he had time to see a doctor properly treated, "It's okay," he whispered, and raised his voice, "Hurry up and find William, damn it, let him figure it out for you!" ”

"I wasn't fired, was I?"

"Would you love to be fired? Thirty seconds for you! Hefner roared, "Disappear from me, or your wish will come true." ”

Betty jumped up, like a rabbit in the autumn woods, swiftly weaving through the crowd, before she had time to let out a sneer.

"You said," Lilith hissed, "I have power...... I have the right to get rid of anyone I don't like! ”

"I did," Hefner replied nonchalantly, "now I take it back." Lilith, don't be annoying, if you don't want to get out of here before anyone else. ”

Lilith snapped her mouth shut.

(To be continued)

I'm sorry...... The work was so intense that I was so tired that I couldn't think of anything...... But from this week onwards it will be a little bit easier, and I will try to keep it every two days...... Fish fish bow ......