The night in Beijing is always gorgeous and beautiful. It is a city without night. In the night, it always tries its best to bloom its gorgeous brilliance.

West Mountain Campus No. 1.

Young Master Teng Jie frowned. In his sleep, he frowned deeply. The dim yellow light at the head of the bed laid on his face, fainting his tense and beautiful face. The strands of light admired the handsome man. The strands of light gathered together and pushed him into an invisible hand. They gently and piously touched his tightly knitted brows, as if they wanted to smooth his brows.

However, it was useless …

Instead, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"Big Brother Shaojie, big brother, big brother …"

"Shaojie, why aren't you looking for me? I miss you so much."

In his dreams, Qian Xin, whom he cherished the most, was covered in blood. The color on her face was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

She stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at her, her reproachful gaze falling on him. "Shaojie, didn't you say you love me? Why didn't you come looking for me … don't you want me anymore? Then I … don't want you anymore, I have to go …"

As she spoke, she leaned over and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

"Qian Xiaomi, don't …"

He rushed forward nervously, wanting to grab her hand, but she still left mercilessly.

"Xin'er, Xin'er …" He ignored her and jumped down with her.

He would never allow her to leave alone, whether it was Heaven or Jade Falling Yellow Springs, he would accompany her.

He kept falling down and calling her name.

"Bang" He fell to the ground, as if he heard the sound of flesh cracking.

"Ah …"

He shouted and woke up.

He panted heavily, his eyebrows raised high, and his amber eyes were filled with disappointment and pain.

Five years, Xin'er, his Qian Xiaomi has just left his life for five years …

The door was pushed open from the outside. Qian Wanyu walked in wearing a thin coat. Under the dim yellow light in the room, she saw her son's body full of sorrow. She walked in and looked into his eyes. There was only a heavy silence.

Five years had changed a lot. There was no news of her in her heart. She could finally walk and live like a normal person.

"Shaojie." Her lips trembled, knowing that he must have thought of Qian Xin again.

"Mom."

Qian Wanyu's voice carried a comforting power. Young Master Teng Jie suppressed the pain in his heart and complained to Qian Wanyu, "It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

She came here because she heard him shout, but of course she wouldn't tell him.

She sighed softly and grabbed Young Master Teng Jie's tightly clenched hand, using her gentle strength to neutralize the chill and hostility on his body.

"Have you missed your heart again?"

In the past five years, his heart had become a chunk of his heart, stabbing at him all the time. She was also sad, on the one hand because of her heart that had not heard from her, and on the other hand because of her son that was suffering every day.

"Mom, I'm fine." Young Master Teng Jie said softly.

No matter how bitter his heart was, he had to endure it on his own, and he couldn't bring this emotion to the people around him.

"Silly child, you don't need to be strong in front of your mother. Your actions make her heart hurt." She sighed softly and hugged him in her arms as if she were a child, patting his back to give him Wen Nuan and strength.

"Mom, I'm really fine." Young Master Teng Jie leaned against her shoulder and sniffed at the smell of Wen Nuan on her body. His heart gradually calmed down.

*

Life passed quickly. Bo An'an stumbled and stumbled for more than ten jobs, but she didn't succeed. First, she didn't have a diploma. Second, she really didn't know much. Other than her good looks, everything else was unsatisfactory. It was a complete vase. If she hadn't sold her ring cheaply during this period, she wouldn't even have been able to eat and stay.

Alas, seeing that there were less than five hundred yuan left in her pocket, she gritted her teeth and decided to continue looking for her thirteenth job.

He didn't have much technical strength and had to take care of his son, so he had to cash in as soon as possible. As a result, Bo An'an finally focused his attention on the recruitment information of Wine Promotion, Female Public Relations, and Models.

Ten thousand a day.

As long as she did it for a month and took the money, she would leave. She believed that it would be enough for her and Little Luo Luo to live for a long time!

For the current Bo An'an, the temptation was very, very great.

However …

Her brows furrowed deeply when she saw the words "Melancholy Club".

She didn't want to set foot in that place again, but at the same time, that place was something she hated so much that she wanted to end it all in one fell swoop.

En! Without going into the tiger's den and obtaining anything, she would first step on it, and then let her kiss her husband and serve him up!

The person who received Bo An'an was Wei Lin, the manager of the personnel department of the Melancholy Club.

Wei Lin sat on the sofa and looked at Bo An'an. He asked indifferently, "What are you applying for?"

Before coming here, Bo An'an had thought about the nature and difference between wine promotion, female public relations and modeling.

Jiu Pu is a person who sells wine to customers. He gets a lot of commission, but he gets the least. She could only get 500% of the 1,000% commission from the female PR and model in the room. However, Bo An'an did not hesitate to choose to be a drinker. Whether it was a female PR or a model, they were all entertainers. The only difference was the appearance fee.

She is a married woman, so of course she can't be a companion …

"Alcohol."

Wei Lin looked at Bo An'an and said very aptly, "You have a good figure. Even if you are a model, you are more than enough. With your qualifications, you can definitely become the red model of the clubhouse."

After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly touched his chin and muttered, "Why do I feel so familiar with you?"

Of course he looked familiar!

This shitty place had brought her to the auction!

Damn it!

Bo An'an almost went berserk.

At that time, when she was auctioned off, she wore heavy makeup on her face. Now that she only wore a naked makeup, her facial features were naturally somewhat different. Therefore, it was not surprising that the person in front of her did not recognize her.

She secretly gritted her teeth, but suppressed her temper, explaining, "There are many people in this world who look alike. Those so-called famous stars are even smashing their faces!"

Wei Lin nodded and asked, "That's also true. Do you want to be short-term or long-term?"

"Short term."

Wei Lin happily handed a contract to Bo An'an. "This is a short-term contract for six months. You have to arrive on time within six months. After six months, you have to stay. It's up to you. The salary is very clear. The base salary is 3,000. The commission is 10%. If you don't have any problems, you can sign the contract now and come to work tomorrow."

What? Short-term, six months?

Bo An'an frowned and hesitated.

"What's the matter?" Perhaps seeing her hesitation, Wei Lin asked.

"Nothing, I'll sign it." Bo An'an doted on her and lowered her head to conceal her thoughts.

She only did it for a month. When Little Luo Luo got tired of this place, they were going back to France. With her husband around, who cared about the clubhouse or the contract? At most, her powerful husband would have to pay a penalty.

Even so, she scanned the contract carefully to make sure that nothing would happen during the month she worked, and then signed her name.

Wei Lin accepted the contract handed over by Bo An'an and said, "The people in the clubhouse will give him a stage name. Tell me if you have a suitable name so that I can get someone to make a badge for you."

"Beauty!"

"…"

"Can you change it?"

"Rich man!"

"…" Can you stop being so vulgar …

The corner of Wei Lin's mouth twitched and he waved his hand, as if he had compromised, "It's still the first one."

"I've decided so happily!"

"…" It was not pleasant at all! He was covered in black paste from the outside to the inside.

Forget it, who wants this woman to look good? Beauty is money here, so he should temporarily ignore her Lightning Human Intelligence Quotient …

So, Bo An'an finally found a job and solved her urgent need.

*

The Chen Corporation invited Zuo'an Group Jie, the president of Young Master Teng, to the Melancholy Club today for a business.

Zuo'an Group's development in the past five years has become more and more rapid. Film, television, electronics, and clothing are all outstanding figures in the industry. Recently, Zuo'an Group has also involved real estate, and they happen to have a real estate project on hand. If they can successfully cooperate with Zuo'an Group, their annual income will multiply several times. Therefore, Chen Bing, the chairman of the Chen Corporation, brought his only son, Chen Qi, and booked the most expensive private room in the Melancholy Club. He ordered the most expensive model in the Club to show his sincerity and determination to cooperate with Zuo'an Group.

Young Master Teng Jie brought Mi Shasha, who was both in charge, to attend.

Mi Shasha was conflicted in her heart. As the first assistant to the two presidents, she really didn't even have a bit of personal time. When could she marry her off …

When Chen Bing saw Young Master Teng Jie and Mi Shasha's figures, several wrinkles appeared on his face. He brought Chen Qi over and extended his hand, "Welcome, President Teng. Welcome, Mi Zhuli."

Young Master Teng Jie nodded and walked past Chen Bing, who was smiling at him with a shy face.

He completely ignored Chen Bing's extended hand.

Mi Shasha smiled and stepped forward to shake Chen Bing's hand.

Seeing that Young Master Teng Jie didn't give face to his father, Chen Qi was very displeased with this arrogant man in his heart. However, due to Chen Bing's countless warnings before coming here, he didn't want him to be angry. He had to properly entertain and flatter Young Master Teng Jie, the Great Buddha.

Who told him to be the president of Zuo'an Group …

Even so, Chen Qi still felt that his heart was very unbalanced.

In the past, he was the one who gave orders to others and shouted to them, but now, he actually had to put down his status as the young master to flatter others. His self-esteem had suffered a serious injury.

"President Teng, what kind of wine would you like to drink?"

Mi Shasha replied, "Margaux."

Hmph, since the Chen Clan's father and son are the hosts today, President Teng is in a bad mood. Naturally, whatever is expensive, what should I order?

Hearing that, the four models in the room couldn't help but bend their eyes.

Today's draw was quite a bit more.

In the clubhouse, there was a secret agreement between the female public relations, the model and the wine promoter. The female public relations and the model would accompany the wine and order the wine, but the wine promoter who earned the wine commission would need to give half of her to them.

Help each other, help each other, benefit each other.

Although Maguire wine was very expensive, and it was priced at a high price in a windy and moonlit place like the Melancholy Club, Chen Bing still happily called out for wine according to Young Master Teng Jie's preferences.

As long as he was willing to invest, he would leave a good impression in Young Master Teng Jie's heart. At that time, he would make a big plan and allocate a few projects to Chen shi. In the future, Chen shi's profits would definitely surge like a surging river.

Chen Bing called this: reluctant to part with the child trap not to look for a wolf.

Bo An'an was lucky enough to receive the list from room number one. Looking at the words "Margaur wine, five bottles", she couldn't help but grin and reveal eight teeth as she smiled happily.