rose lock

The wind and snow were blowing outside, and the small town of Haicheng was slowly falling asleep, leaving only sporadic neon lights flickering all night long.

The bright white light was turned off with a snap, and the small table lamp beside the bed was turned on, and the dim yellow hue poured out, covering the girl in a cool suspender nightgown with a layer of oil painting-like texture.

The details in my mind became clearer and clearer, Yuelai Hotel escaped, and the voice of "Mrs. Gong" suddenly matched the voice of the woman from Paramount.There were originally two people in that box, and the wine glasses on the table were delicately placed for two...

What did they want to do...

An owner of Fenghai Song and Dance Hall, and a Paramount singer, what kind of business can they talk about...

Hua Manyi turned over, buried half of her face in the quilt, trying to shake off the image in her mind, but the more she thought about it, the more sourness flooded from her stomach to her chest, so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry .

That singer is really beautiful and very protective.

But he still didn't cry, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head, stared blankly for a few seconds, then got up and rummaged in the dressing cabinet.

She remembered that she once asked Ahua to come up with a series of numbers and write them down on a small note. Where is that small note?where?

After finally finding it, an inexplicable sense of timidity rose in front of the mahogany copper phone.

After struggling in my heart for a while, I still shook the number uncontrollably. After a while, the call was not connected.

Reluctantly, she held the microphone in both hands, put it next to her ear, and waited and waited.

A pair of jade feet were huddled on the blanket, and she forgot to wear shoes when she got out of bed. At this moment, her feet were a little cold, and her arms exposed to the air were shrouded in a layer of chill.

But she still didn't give up, and she didn't know what she was asking for proof, she just knew that she was cold and uncomfortable now.

"Hey……"

A familiar voice suddenly came from the other side of the microphone, Hua Manyi's eyes were as bright as stars, and her hand holding the handle of the microphone tightened for no reason.

Just when she was about to speak, another voice suddenly sounded from the other side of the microphone, the voice was graceful and elegant, "Mrs. Gong, the flowers you sent are very beautiful, I like them very much."

"Jiang Yin..."

Hua Manyi has never felt so cold for a moment. She felt her hands were a little stiff, probably frozen, and she couldn't even hold the microphone. She pulled her feet up, curled up on the chair alone, and her mind was a little roaring... …

"What's the matter?" The woman on the other side probably remembered the phone call.

"I..." Hua Manyi said dumbly, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes and hit her arms, blurring her vision.

I don't know when my throat was choked up, "Mother Gong... I, I sprained my ankle, can you..."

Come back for a moment.

"Mrs. Gong, can you untie the necklace for me? It seems to be tied tightly..." The singer's voice rushed in without warning, Hua Manyi's eyes were dull, and she couldn't listen to the words that followed, hastily and embarrassed hung up the phone.

In the silent room, the woman who was sobbing on the chair did not move for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a car drove by on the street outside the window, and its headlights illuminated the uninhabited corner of the street, making it look a little cold and bleak.

Dong dong dong, the door was knocked suddenly, "Hua Manyi, it's me."

Gong Yan's voice came from outside the door, waking up the woman who was still on the chair. Hua Manyi raised her head in a daze, wondering whether the voice was because of her auditory hallucinations.

"Open the door."

This time Hua Manyi really heard correctly, it was really the woman Gong Ma who came back outside the door.

But she didn't sprain her ankle now, if Gong's mother knew that she had lied to her, would she think that she was a liar, would she become angry and drive herself out of here?

She also stayed in Fenghai for almost half a year, and she has a good understanding of Gong Ma's temperament. In principle, she will not show any sympathy at all...

Barefoot ran to the shoe cabinet to find the highest high-heeled shoe, put it on her left foot, took two steps, gritted her teeth and ruthlessly turned her foot to the side, the severe pain spread from her ankle to her whole body, Hua Manyi took a deep breath , her small face turned pale, but she stubbornly endured it, and without making a sound, she lifted her body up against the dressing table, and put the high-heeled shoe back to its original place unharmed.

"Here we come..." Hua Manyi almost bit her lip, stumbled to the door, and opened it for the people outside.

The woman outside the door obviously just came back. There was even fine snow hanging on the black nylon windbreaker. Her red lips were cold and gorgeous, but the cigarette in her hand was the only warmth.

"Gong Ma..." The girl in the door suddenly smiled, her small face was full of stubbornness and forbearance, after seeing her, she naturally snatched the cigarette from her hand and put it near her mouth to smoke.

Seems like it would ease the pain.

Gong Yan took this scene into his eyes, frowned, and the scrutiny in his eyes dissipated boundlessly after seeing the red and swollen left foot.

"Why did you get sprained?"

"I slipped and fell after taking a shower." Huaman leaned against the wall to support her body which was only standing on one foot.

"Why are you so careless?" Gong Yan took her with one arm and hugged her by the waist. Hua Manyi exclaimed a little, and wrapped her arms around her slender neck, "Mother Gong..."

Gong Yan glanced at her lazily, and hugged her to the side of the bed, "Don't make a sound, I can still carry you with your weight."

Hua Manyi raised her eyes to look at the side face in a daze, and nodded obediently. It turned out that this is the feeling of being pampered.

"Doctor Ma, it's me, Gong Yan, is it convenient for you to come over?" After putting the person down, he turned around and made a phone call. Gong Yan looked at the person beside the bed with complicated eyes, and said, "Yes, there are people on my side." A girl sprained her ankle."

Hua Manyi watched Gong Yan hang up the phone, and walked straight over. She squeezed the corner of the quilt with a guilty conscience, "Gong, Gong's mother, did I disturb you?"

Gong Yan didn't return her, moved a chair from the side, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at her indifferently, "stretch out your feet."

"Ah?" Hua Manyi was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly realized that she stretched out her left foot, but just as she stretched out from the bed, she was grabbed by her calf and placed it on the woman's lap.

"Mother Gong?" She was stunned.

"Don't move, Doctor Ma told me to use ice cubes to reduce your swelling first." Gong Yan took her cigarette back and continued to smoke, took out a cloth from behind, wrapped some crushed ice cubes, and tied them around her ankles.

When Mama Gong lowered her eyebrows, she was serious and indifferent, and there was always an irresistible aura in her gestures.

Hua Manyi put her hands on her knees, covered her lower body/body with a quilt, and couldn't help but secretly glance at this woman.She couldn't help hissing when the ice was applied, it was too cold.

"It's so cold..." she whispered.

Gong Yan paused for a moment, then swept over her curled up and tight jade feet, the toes were round and delicate, small and delicate, "Cover up with a quilt when it's cold."

"Oh..." Hua Manyi rubbed her nose awkwardly, pulled the quilt to her chest, her body became warmer.

"Gong Ma...you tonight..." Hua Manyi stared at the quilt, trying to keep her voice normal, "...where did you go?"