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[69 Book Bar - www.] After dinner, Mu Anyou washed her son, coaxed him into bed, patted his little body and said softly: "Huihui, hurry up and sleep well. After he falls asleep, mom

Gotta go out to work."

"Well, mom, go ahead. I can do it alone. Auntie Xiao Ai said I will be a man soon." Mu Hui's childish face was full of pride.

Hearing this, Mu Anyou chuckled and said: "Haha, yes, Hui Hui will be a little man soon, but mommy wants to see you fall asleep before she can go out safely, so close your eyes quickly!"

"Well, mom, you have to come back early and don't work too hard."

"Okay, sleep well."

After a while, she heard the even breathing of the little man on the bed. Mu Anyou gently kissed her son's forehead, and her eyes became wet again.

In the past five years, I have watched him grow up and become more sensible day by day. As a young child, he knew how to read people's faces early and never shouted at her to buy snacks or toys.

She felt guilty because she could not give him fatherly love, a sound family, or even a generous material life.

Huihui, thank you for staying with my mother like a little angel, making her willing to work hard no matter how much hard work she puts in. For you, everything is worth it. You must grow up happily and healthily.

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Closing the door gently, Mu Anyou got on the evening bus in the night.

The night in City A is so beautiful, with gorgeous neon lights, dazzling lights, and towering high-rise buildings. It is a lifelong pursuit of the poor and an enjoyment that the rich cannot give up.

Qingcheng Club, a famous entertainment venue in City A, is famous not because of its high level, but because it accepts people from all walks of life. Some migrant workers come here to have fun after a hard day's work, and some white-collar workers come here to relax their nerves.

Yes, there are also successful people who come here to discuss business. Of course, discussing business is just a pretense.

Looking at his watch, it was ten minutes to eight o'clock sharp. Mu Anyou hurriedly stepped off the bus, put the baseball cap on his head, and jogged all the way to Qingcheng Club.

"Security uncle, please let me in. I'll be out in a moment." The little girl, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a bunch of red roses in her hand, begged the security guard at the door of the club.

"Get out of here, you little girl who sells movies and sells flowers here." The middle-aged man yelled at the little girl angrily. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and impatiently pushed the person in front of him.

The little girl obviously didn't expect it. She fell to the ground without any feet, and the flowers she held in her hands fell all over the floor. She shed tears of grievance and her shoulders twitched.

"Why are you crying? It's really unlucky. Quickly pick up your broken flowers and get out of the way." The security guard said and kicked a few flowers under his feet.

"My flowers, my flowers." The little girl saw that the flowers were ruined, she felt anxious and cried even harder.

Mu Anyou was walking towards the club in a hurry. She didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, thinking that the security guard would just chase the little girl away, but she didn't expect...

He turned around and took a few steps, walked to the little girl, knelt down and helped her up, picked up the roses one by one, handed them to the sobbing person, and said softly: "Stop crying, hurry up.

Take these flowers and go. This is not a place for a little girl like you to go in. Go to the park or square in front. Well, you only select those couples, brothers and sisters, to sell. Remember to say it nicely.

, especially for those sisters, do you know?"

The little girl was very smart and understood the meaning of Mu Anyou's words as soon as she heard it. She smiled and said thank you to her sister, and trotted away.

Mu Anyou glanced at the leaving figure, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard the disdainful voice of the man behind him: "Mind your own business!"

Taking a deep breath, Mu Anyou paused, looked at the dark-faced man and said slowly: "Brother Liu, she is just a child. You will also be a father in the future, so compare your feelings!" Then he ignored the person behind him.

He turned around and ran towards the club.

Liu Zhiming sighed: "Isn't he just a waiter? What kind of appearance is there when a pig's nose is inserted into a green onion?"

Mu Anyou naturally heard the scolding behind him, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. Naturally, he didn't notice the thoughtful man in a car not far from the entrance of the club.

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