Re-employment of divorced and abandoned women

Fang Yiting was Fang Yi who was found in Blooming Flowers.

Blooming Flowers is the largest night market in this city, with singing and dancing, and sensuality.There is only insufficient time and money here, and there is no energy that cannot be wasted.

Fang Yi's private room has always been full of handsome men and beautiful women. She is a generous guest who spends a lot of money, and more than that, she is beautiful.

Qian Jianxiong, the manager of the night scene, once shook his head and sighed. If this young lady is willing to stay in the group permanently and does not charge her for drinks, the business will be tens of millions.

It's just that Manager Qian shrinks his neck. He knows himself that this lady is not something ordinary people can afford.

But the red men and women who came and went didn't know it. Most of them came with wine glasses, just to have a drink with Fang Yi.

At first, Qian Jianxiong was still thinking: This lady doesn't know how to get back?Maybe it was blasted out mercilessly?

He was still waiting to see a good show, and asked all the security guards under his command to stand by.Unexpectedly, Fang Yi would not refuse anyone who came.

Qian Jianxiong then thought again: It's been a long time since we've seen each other, does the sun come out from the west today?

Not today, but every day the sun comes out from the west.After more than a month, Manager Qian was no stranger to it.

Fang Yi was so drunk that she almost didn't remember who she was.

Sometimes I look at my phone when my eyes are drunk, thinking, is that person urging her to go home again?

So I stood up and wanted to go to the bathroom, thinking about sobering up, after all, that person hated the smell of alcohol the most.

I just remember that at the beginning of this year or at the end of last year, there was a time when I came home after drinking from a social gathering, and that person wouldn't even let her in the room.

Just say: it will pollute the air.

Heh, the corners of Fang Yi's mouth turned up, somehow, thinking of the embarrassing things in the past made her feel sweet.

During the cold winter, she curled up on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep.That kind of sadness is really the sorrow of office workers.

Where is the sweetness?Obviously harsh.

Fang Yi was very dissatisfied with her unexpectedly sweet heart.

That person is not all good.

There are indeed many shortcomings in that person.

Literary, arrogant, self-willed...

But she's not entirely capricious.

Although she was driven out of the bedroom, warm water was prepared on the desk, and thick blankets were laid out for her, and a hot water bottle was even stuffed into her quilt in the middle of the night when she was sleepy...

Fang Yi wondered if the air in the private room was too turbid?The smell of smoke is too irritating?The eye circles are a little red.

She stood up unsteadily, and the girl beside her hugged her: "Young Master Fang, where are you going? I still haven't finished drinking."

Fang Yi didn't even think about it, and waved the woman away: "Go away." She frowned, her tone was impatient and cold.

The smell on her body contaminated himself, and I didn't know how to explain it to her when I got home.

She was definitely going to be coquettish and angry...but getting angry was just a faux pas.She can't even get angry.

When she broke up, she would just stand there and restrainedly ask: Why?

Why not cry heart-piercingly?

Why don't you rip and tear?

She just needs to say one thing, don't leave, and you blame me.

Is she, Fang Yi, really the kind of person who would walk away?

The wine gradually sobered up a little.

Fang Yi sat down on the sofa.The girls around her completely ignored her indifference.

Money is in command, and no one cares about anyone's mood.Sincerely?How much is it really worth?

"Young Master Fang, come on, keep drinking." The young girl continued to entangle her, and put the wine glass into Fang Yi's hands, "Or do you want me to feed you?"

The girl smiled, and tapped her lips with her finger. Flaming red lips, mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume.She drank and printed it again.

Fang Yi closed his eyes.

Yes, she's the kind of scum who walked away like that.

She went to provoke her and deceive her, all on purpose.She indifferently watched her sinking little by little, and watched her take out her sincerity and put it in front of her indifferently.

Then, she lifted this beating heart high, but then slammed it down on the ground.

What is not scum?

How is it different from a beast without a conscience?

But she's such a dirty, boring, sinister beast, isn't she?

——The filthy, low-blooded, ruthless selfish thing that flows all over his body.

In Fang Yi's eyes, the only faint trace of warmth also receded, leaving only cold crumbs.

The young girl kissed her lips and gave her the alcohol, Fang Yi's throat moved slightly, and swallowed the alcohol mixed with the smell of a girl's inferior perfume.

Who is nobler than whom?

She is the worst one.

Fang Yiting stood at the door of the box, looking at the smoky atmosphere inside, the luxurious life inside, and Fang Yi who was in the middle, dejected, decayed, like a rotten plant.

Fang Yiting leaned against the door, she suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, mixed with Jiang Dongping's faint tobacco smell.

He reached into the bag, fumbled for a bit, but laughed.Why did she suddenly forget her personality?She is a "pure" divorced woman who does not smoke, drink or go to nightclubs.

There had been no cigarettes in her bag for a long time.

Fang Yiting couldn't help but smile, with a little tear in the corner of her eyes.

What's the matter?How did it become like this?

Qian Jianxiong rushed to the door of the box when he heard the news.

"Ma'am." He called Fang Yiting respectfully.

There are not many people in the industry who can be called "Madam", and this one is no stranger to him.

"Missy has been here for more than a month." Qian Jianxiong's words were strict and he did not disclose any information.

Fang Yiting nodded, turned to Qian Jianxiong and said, "Pay the bill and return the room."

"Yes." Qian Jianxiong looked at his nose and his heart. Whatever the guests said, especially what the distinguished guests said, was what they said.

"Now, immediately." Fang Yiting added.

"Yes." Qian Jianxiong has excellent execution ability.

There are red men and dolls in the box, mature girls, overly flirtatious little brothers, and other guests who want to have a drink with wine glasses.

Although they were dissatisfied, their mouths were full of complaints and mutterings, but they all knew the methods and rules of prosperity and blooming. Although they were full of complaints, they all got up and left silently.

However, within 5 minutes, the entire box had not dissipated except for the smoke, and everyone was astigmatized.

Fang Yi raised her intoxicated and confused eyes, and stared blankly at the woman in front of her, as if trying to identify, who is she?

After a long time, she smiled, it was my mother.

Fang Yi stood up tremblingly: "Your presence... hiccup, what's your business?"

After speaking, she also laughed, Fang Yi couldn't support her body with her legs, and fell on the sofa again, "Are you here to send me invitations? Don't worry, I won't attend your wedding. If you don't want me to appear, I will disappear ..."

Fang Yiting looked at the daughter in front of her. The 23-year-old girl has grown into a slim girl. When did she grow from a naive child to such a soul that does her own thing?

They are mother and daughter, but I am afraid that they have not communicated for more than ten years.

The content of the conversation is also limited to: have you eaten?Is there enough money?What car do you want to buy?

Fang Yiting thought, what a failure.

Was it Fang Yi who failed?

No, it was Fang Yiting who failed.She Fang Yiting failed in everything.Doing business, getting married, and falling in love is a mess, and even having a daughter is a failure.

Fang Yiting stepped forward, and Qian Jianxiong thoughtfully closed the door of the box.

Qian Jianxiong led people to stand guard on both sides, with a suitable distance, so that he could not hear the sound in the box, and ensured that no one would disturb him.

The young people around were a little puzzled, the guests were all gone, why is this box still waiting in such a serious manner?

But he didn't dare to ask. Manager Qian is a lake, so following Manager Qian can't be wrong.

Fang Yiting walked in front of Fang Yi, she knelt down and pressed Fang Yi's head into her arms.

"Come home with me," she said, without anger, without sorrow, without sadness or joy.

Fang Yi refused at first.The taste of the long-lost mother.

It's been a long time...

This Fang Yiting is not the Fang Yiting she knows, her posture is so low, she doesn't see the aura of the past.

As if, just a mother.

Fang Yi looked up at her mother, so delicate and beautiful, so bright and moving, she is a woman who has been baptized by love.It seems that "Mrs. Jiang" is a real person, can this be tolerated?

Fang Yi was a little unwilling, but also had some expectations, unwarranted expectations.

If the relationship between mother and that person can continue, will she be able to see... her again?

"Go home." Fang Yiting still said the same thing, she firmly grabbed Fang Yi's palm, as if she was not a 23-year-old youth, but a three-year-old child.

Words have magical powers, and body language has the power to surpass everything else.

Fang Yi has always thought that he and Fang Yiting are incompatible.But Fang Yiting was so peaceful and indifferent, as if her mood had also calmed down.

Fang Yi's anger and years of grievances did not disappear, but they seemed to hit the cotton without any focus.

"Where's the invitation card?" Fang Yi opened her mouth, but still asked a question.

Fang Yiting pursed her lips, then raised her head, and suddenly there was a faint mist in her eyes: "There is no wedding." She said.She is so restrained.

Even sadness is restrained.

The mist that rose from the eyes dissipated in an instant, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.

For a moment, Fang Yi had mixed feelings.

Her goal has been achieved.She destroys them.

But are you happy?Injure the enemy eight hundred, and self-injury one thousand.Fang Yi is a little confused, is it worth it?

Fang Yiting hugged her daughter: "Let go of yourself, don't hate yourself, if you want to hate, hate your mother." She said, in such a humble, never-before tone.

Only then did Fang Yi realize that his hand was tightly gripping the wine glass, the wine glass shattered, and the glass shards pierced into his palm, bleeding out without knowing it.

Fang Yiting hugged the girl tightly, hugged her in her arms, and kept repeating: "It's okay, mom is here, it's okay, mom is here. You cry, you cry."

cry?Why is she crying?

fine?What's the matter with her?

hatred?hate yourself?Why?She did nothing wrong?Why remorse?

Fang Yi didn't know why the woman in front of her said that.She muttered to herself, only able to repeat: "No wedding?"

Fang Yiting held her daughter in her arms and said with difficulty: "They are leaving."

they?who is it?

Fang Yi is very confused, who are they?

In an instant, it was clear again, who else would they be?

gone?What means?

Where did you go?Moved out of the cabin?Or left their world?

What does no wedding mean?

Fang Yi didn't know why, but her heart started beating wildly. Did she drink too much?

There is no wedding, does that mean that the mother broke up with her?Are they gone, not she gone, are they both gone?

Is it because I can't see you anymore?

No wedding?gone again?Fang Yiting won't see Jiang Dongping anymore?

Could it be that Fang Yi can't see Jiang Qingyan anymore?

Can't see you?all gone?Won't... come back?

Fang Yi finally cried loudly in Fang Yiting's arms.

All the emotions came out.

Torturing her was nothing more than torturing himself.

She never let go.So he acted recklessly, hurt her, and killed all his escape routes with his own hands.

She, Fang Yi, is the real fool who has nothing.

Complete defeat, doomed.