Abstinence President, Please let me go !

Qin Shuying finished breakfast and walked out of the restaurant, Ji Mohan had already taken a lease contract.

"You see, is there anything you need to add?"

Ji Mo Han reached out and handed it over. Then, he took out a black pen from his study.

Qin Shuying sits on the sofa, picks up the rental contract and looks at the past. The man uses the English contract. It seems that the format should be downloaded from the Internet, only changing the address and lease date.

Qin Shuying looked at the past one by one, and after confirming that there was no problem, he signed his own name.

After signing, he threw the pen to Ji Mohan.

"It's your turn!"

Ji Mo Han chuckled, "look so carefully, are you still afraid I pit you?"

Qin Shuying pursed her lips and did not speak.

Jiren never trusted her.

Ji Mohan signed his name, covered the pen cap, and then turned the contract to Qin Shuying, "OK."

"I'll give you the rent in two days!"

Qin Shuying picked up his own share, folded it and put it into his pocket.

"Whatever you want, you can give it when you have enough money. I'll give you interest at that time anyway."

Ji Mohan sits on the sofa, often leaning back, legs overlapping, slightly coagulation long eyes to see Qin Shuying.

"I went to see the children."

Qin Shuying opens the door and goes out.

Ji Mohan followed her and walked in front of her.

"I also go to the hospital to see my daughter. Do you want to take a ride?"

Qin Shuying took a look at him, opened the door and sat in.

Ji Mohan sits in the cab, reaches out and fastens his seat belt. After starting the car, he looks at her.

She folded her bag tightly in her hands and glanced out of the window, as if unwilling to talk to him more.

The car turned a corner and went into the road.

"You can tell me about the cost of treatment if you find it difficult, and I can lend it to you..."

This has been put forward by Ji Mohan countless times.

Qin Shuying glanced at him and said for a long time, "I don't need your money, I have it myself!"

Ji Mohan held the steering wheel steadily with both hands and stopped talking.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital.

Qin Shuying first went to the cashier's desk to pay the fee, and then rushed to the ward.

Today's Jinyu looks much better. There is no fever any more. The spirit is much better.

When she turned her head to see Qin Shuying, she, who had been drinking milk in the nanny, actually showed a brilliant smile to Qin Shuying.

That sweet smile, immediately will Qin Shuying's heart are sprouting, no matter how much pain also instantly feel worth.

"Oh, baby, mother, come and hold it!"

Qin Shuying clapped his hands, and the little guy waved his hands and stretched them out.

"Wow, that's great. Jin Yu knows people." The nurse let out a exclamation of joy.

Qin Shuying takes the baby from the nanny's hand, sits on the chair by the window, and feeds her personally.

The little guy drank the bottle, while staring at Qin Shuying, as if to record the mother's appearance in his heart.

Ji Mohan stood at the door, looking at the warm picture, fell into deep meditation.

After a comfortable night's sleep, Qin Shuying is energetic and spends the whole day in the hospital with her daughter.

In the evening, while her daughter fell asleep, she told the nanny again and left the hospital.

The money she made yesterday was the most she had ever made, but it was a drop in the bucket to treat her daughter's illness. She needed more money.

When the whole city is covered by night.

Some dark corners of the world have become active again.

Qin Shuying changed her clothes backstage and sat on the dresser, slowly putting on heavy make-up for herself.

After the heavy make-up, she looked completely different.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she has a feeling of being lost. Is this charming woman really herself?

Sensibility has such a flash across the mind, but it is soon defeated by reason.

She needs money, a lot of money, no time to feel sad.

She walked across the dark corridor to her own stage.

The small stage on that side is her money making platform. When the lights are on and the music is playing, she becomes a machine that has no feelings and only knows how to make money.

The light was dim on the stage, and she could not see the faces of the patrons.

All she knew was that she had sold herself.

Or in a very cheap way.

She was beating all over her body.

The notes under the stage floated up like snowflakes.She stepped on her high heels, lifted her long legs, hooked the steel pipe, and spun round and round.

Her long hair was flying in the air, and every action of picking a T-shirt would bring applause from the audience.

Then, the colorful bills floated onto the stage.

There are roses and so on

She had no time to think about anything else.

When the song was over, she gasped, took a cloak and walked back to the lounge.

Although the time is not long, but this kind of dance intensity is extremely high, each scene will let her exhausted.

In the corner tea room, she took a disposable paper cup, took a cup of boiling water, and poured it down.

After that, she needed a lot of sweat.

At that time, she drank three cups of paper cups before she recovered.

She stood with her back against the wall, and there was a feeling of vertigo. She reached for her long hair and gasped slowly.

"Hello, 19th, we have flowers for you!"

At the end of the corridor stood a waiter.

Here, the dancers have no names, only numbers.

If you leave one, there will be another. Although it is the same number, the people may be different.

Ordinary benefactor thinks you dance well and rewards you on the stage. However, the number of rewards is not too much, ranging from tens to hundreds.

Rich local tyrants think you are excellent and interesting to you. If they want to make an appointment to have a meal or go out to perform in private, they will choose to send you flowers.

Of course, the flowers are just words. First of all, you have to spend more than 10000 Australian dollars to the service desk. The waiter will communicate with the dancer. After both parties have reached an agreement, the waiter will bring the local tyrant to meet the dancer.

This kind of meeting is also charged, and the time is to be determined. Of course, this kind of local tyrant can also privately charter a dance for the dancers.

This is Qin Shuying's first local guest.

In general, guests spend so much money that nightclub owners make it mandatory for dancers to see guests.

Qin Shuying has no choice.

"OK, I'll get some make-up and I'll be back in a minute."

Sweat had already made her face make-up, looking in the mirror a little embarrassed, she took a breath, and went into the dressing room.