Do they all want to be my mother?

She walked into the living room wearing stockings again, and started to tidy up. She threw the wine bottles into the garbage bag, and put the moved coffee table back to its original position. Like a precision machine, everything was restored to the way it was yesterday.

Mulin Jasmine leaned on the balcony, holding a lady's cigarette between her fingers and looking out the window.

After the beautiful secretary packed everything up, she walked behind Mo Lin Jasmine, hugged her with both hands from behind, and put her belly against her buttocks.

Mulin Jasmine stiffened instinctively, but quickly relaxed.

The beautiful secretary buried her head in her long red hair and took a deep breath: "It smells like a man."

She continued to look out the window. The beautiful secretary stuck out his tongue and licked the back of her neck. Then he went all the way down and squatted down with her long legs in stockings.

Mulin Jasmine turned around and raised her chin with her toes: "Go to the hospital."

"Okay, BOSS~" The beautiful secretary didn't mind and kissed her toes gently.

After Mulin Jasmine came out of the hospital, she went to the company, sat on the office chair and flipped through the documents. After reading a few pages, she closed them and put them down.

Fragments of yesterday always appear in her mind from time to time. She can remember some, but not all.

People are like this, the more hazy something is, the more they will miss it.

Recalling some scenes, she felt severe pain again.

Mulin Jasmine refused the beautiful secretary's request to help apply the medicine. She took out her nail clippers, slowly cut off the nails painted deep red, smoothed them with a nail file, and finally applied the ointment to her fingers.

The ointment is a bit cool and is applied to the torn wound. The cool feeling mixes with the wound that has begun to scab.

Mulin Jasmine let out a low hum, but did not immediately move her fingers away from the wound.

After applying ointment to the wound, it seemed that it didn't hurt so much. The strange feeling made some pictures appear in her mind.

"Apply some more." Mulin Jasmine dipped some more ointment on her fingers.

After applying the ointment to a small bottle, Mulin Jasmine looked at her fingers in a daze.

She lay back on the bed again, looked at the ceiling, and changed several positions from left to right. The soft bed did not make her think of falling asleep.

Mulin Jasmine tossed and turned in bed for almost an hour.

She sat up from the bed again, went to the dressing room, and opened a closet, which contained a row of various evening gowns.

She took out a low-cut bright red suspender dress that exposed her collarbone, and a short skirt that was slit to the top of her thighs.

Put on a pair of ten-centimeter red high heels in the shoe cabinet.

When Mulin Jasmine went out, she hesitated and put on a shawl to cover the exposed half of her chest.

Instead of asking her pretty secretary to drive, she hailed a taxi on the side of the road.

The driver was a middle-aged man. After she got in the car, she peeked at him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Mulin Jasmine folded her feet together and looked out the window at the fast-moving vehicles and the night scene.

This time she did not go to the high-end gay bar she often went to, but chose another affordable bar that was more popular with young people.

She sat in front of the counter, holding the goblet between her two fingers, hooking her toes on her high heels, dangling in the air.

This kind of bar is full of young people, and there are also mature-style ladies, but compared to her, she is a little girl who has just emerged from society.

Women don't want to come over, lest they be compared with her, and men don't dare come over. Anyone who understands knows that such a woman is not someone they can bring trouble to.

Her surroundings instantly became a vacuum.

Mulin Jasmine picked up the goblet with two fingers, put it to her bright red lips, and drank another gulp.

Putting the wine glass on the bar, the bartender immediately carefully filled it for her.

Mulin Jasmine reached out to get it, and a hand was faster than hers, pressing it on the cup base.

"Beauty, how about I do a magic trick for you?" The man who spoke was a handsome man with long hair, wearing a slim suit, smiling handsomely, especially his eyes, which looked innocent and sunny.

Mulin Jasmine didn't speak. She held her chin with one hand, turned around, and looked at him sideways.

"Please take a look." The handsome guy was not afraid of the stage. He held the wine glass in one hand and took out a white handkerchief with the other hand. He waved it in the air a few times to show that there was no trap, and then he covered his hand and the wine glass together.

"Please count to three." He said with confidence on his face, the white cloth pulled away, the wine glass in his left hand disappeared, replaced by a red rose.

He put the hand holding the white cloth behind his back, took out the glass of wine, handed it to Mulin Jasmine along with the red rose, and said with a smile:

"How about this magic trick?"

"Humph." Mulin Jasmine chuckled, took out a thousand yen from her pocket, and handed it to the little brother.

The corner of the handsome guy's mouth twitched: "Beautiful lady, you misunderstood."

Mulin Jasmine frowned, and with his expectant eyes, she took out another thousand yen and put them together.

The handsome guy really couldn't stand it this time: "I'm not a busking waiter."

"Sorry, I misunderstood." Mulin Jasmine smiled sweetly, and put the two thousand yen back into her pocket under the handsome guy's expectant eyes.

"Puff!" There was a burst of laughter all around. This place was originally the focus of attention. When the handsome guy came over to strike up a conversation, everyone else was looking at this place. Seeing this scene, they couldn't hold back and let out gloating laughter.

"Miss, are you insulting me? Do you know who I am?" The handsome guy couldn't help but feel angry in his tone.

"I'll do a magic trick with you too." Mulin Jasmine narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"Uh." The handsome guy was a little frightened by her look, but he still pretended to be calm and glared back.

Mulin Jasmine took out a revolver from her bag and said to the handsome guy: "Look, there are six bullets here, but this shot will definitely not hit you."

After she finished speaking, she was about to pull the trigger.

"Sister, I was wrong!" The handsome guy knelt down without any hesitation and threw himself on the ground.

People around him screamed and backed away, and the bar instantly became chaotic.

Mulin Jasmine walked out of the bar barefoot with high heels in hand. Unlike when she went in, she had a smile on her face.

"There's no problem with the original orientation, that's great." Mulin Jasmine stopped a taxi with a smile.

After discovering that there was no problem with her orientation, Mulin Jasmine sat in the back seat of the car and even began to hum softly.

But she seemed to think of something, and her smile suddenly disappeared and slowly turned gloomy.

When the taxi driver saw the beauty's face change from joy to gloom, he felt tremendous pressure and involuntarily shrank his head, which seemed to give him a sense of security.

"If there is no problem with my orientation, doesn't it mean that I only have a crush on that kid?"

Mulin Jasmine came to a conclusion that she least wanted to believe, and got out of the car under the gaze of the driver who almost retracted his head back to his collar.

She stood in front of the apartment and raised her head. She remembered that Li Xia said yesterday that he lived on the twelfth floor.

From her position, she could see that only a small part of the twelfth floor had lights on, but she didn't know which one was Li Xia's room.

But it doesn't matter, because it has nothing to do with her.

Mulin Jasmine held up her high heels and sat downstairs by the flower bed with her feet on the ground.

She didn't know why she was sitting here. Humans were such creatures. Sometimes they would do things that she couldn't understand.

The evening breeze was very cold, and the low-cut dress looked nice and sexy, but it was obvious that the wind would not blow it into consideration when designing it. She shrank her neck and stretched out her hand to tighten her shawl.

She remembered that she wore quite little clothes yesterday. Li Xia gave her clothes, which were actually quite warm.

Another gust of wind blew by, and Mulin Jasmine put her feet together to make her feel warmer today.

She heard footsteps approaching from far away, and a pair of sneakers appeared in front of her.

"Hey, um..." Li Xia touched his head: "I see you're quite cold. Do you want some clothes?"

He said as he took off his clothes and carefully stretched them over.

Mulin Moli looked at him, reached out to take the clothes, raised her feet, wiped the soles of her feet, put on high heels, stood up, threw the clothes on the ground, turned her head and glanced at Li Xia: "Kid, who do you think you are? , I just want to chat with you sir, go back and wait for the hair to grow."

After saying that, without looking back, he stepped on high heels and "dong dong dong" and entered the apartment without looking back.

"Crazy!" Li Xia picked up the clothes on the ground distressedly and raised his middle finger behind her back.

He didn't want to pay attention to Mulin Jasmine at all, but this guy was sitting at the gate, looking extremely cold.

He couldn't turn a blind eye to what happened between the two of them yesterday, nor could he appear too callous and end up being humiliated.

"If I don't care about you anymore, I'll be a dog!" Li Xia pressed her resolve.

Mulin Jasmine returned home and threw herself on the bed with a smile on her face. Different from tossing and turning before, this time she quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Mulin Jasmine came to the company and greeted her colleagues enthusiastically, acting like an approachable and good president.

In the afternoon, because of work matters, I called the company's top management to the office and scolded me severely.

"BOSS is in a good mood today~" the beautiful secretary smiled and handed over a stack of information.

"Really?" Mulin Jasmine expertly turned the pen in her hand.

In the evening, Li Xia returned to the apartment as usual, and saw Mulin Jasmine sitting there dressed as a fashionable girl at the door where she was yesterday.

Without any hesitation, he lowered his head and walked quickly past her.

The next second, he heard a sound breaking through the air, and a high-heeled shoe flew over. Li Xia instinctively avoided it.

Fortunately, the high-heeled shoes were not very accurate, so they flew right past him and landed far away.

Li Xia turned around and saw Mulin Jasmine still keeping the throwing motion. When she saw that she missed a hit, she was taking off the other high heel: "You are sick!"

Mulin Jasmine was more powerful than him, and she immediately glared back: "Kid, don't you know how to salute your elders when you see them?"

"You see, you are clearly looking for trouble!" Li Xia also worked hard and stepped forward to argue.

"Okay, I'll call your aunt!" Mulin Jasmine looked confident.

"You..." Li Xia was trembling with anger, not intending to pay attention to her, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Mulin Jasmine immediately stopped him.

"What?" Li Xia turned around.

"Pick up the high heels for me!" Mulin Jasmine held her head high, looking like a winner.

Li Xia took a deep breath and comforted herself. Anyway, if he hit her with a bottle mouth, it would be treated as a bad debt.

Mulin Jasmine didn't make things difficult for him. She put on her high heels and turned back to the apartment like a victorious rooster.

Li Xia stood behind and tried to calm down.

Another day later, Li Xia was pestered by Qian to take her to the apartment to play. Since Qian was injured while protecting him in the last incident, Li Xia was too embarrassed to refuse.