Chapter 851

Qin Shuying finished his breakfast and walked out of the restaurant. Ji Mohan already took a lease contract.

"Look, is there anything to add?"

Ji Mohan reaches out his hand and hands it over. Then he takes out an ink colored signature pen from his study.

Qin Shuying sits on the sofa, picks up the rental contract and looks at it. The man uses the English contract. It seems that the format should be downloaded from the Internet. He just changes the address and rental date.

Qin Shuying looked at it one by one. After confirming that there was no problem, he signed his name at the desk.

After signing, he throws the pen to Ji Mohan.

"It's your turn!"

Ji Mohan chuckled, "if you look so carefully, are you afraid I'll pit you?"

Qin Shuying pursed her lips and did not speak.

Ji people, she never trusted.

Ji Mohan signed his name, covered the cap, and then turned the contract to Qin Shuying, "OK."

"I'll give you the rent in two days!"

Qin Shuying picked up his share, folded it and stuffed it into his small bag.

"It's up to you when you're well off. Anyway, I'll pay you the interest."

Ji Mohan sits on the sofa, leaning back, legs overlapping, and looking at Qin Shuying with long eyes.

"I went to see the baby."

Qin Shuying pushes the door open and goes out.

Ji Mohan followed her, and he walked in front of her.

"I also go to the hospital to see my daughter. Do you want to take a bus?"

Qin Shuying took a look at him, opened the door and sat in.

Ji Mohan sits in the cab and reaches for his hand to fasten his seat belt. After starting the car, he takes a look at her.

Her hands tightly with the bag, eyes Piao to the window outside, seems not willing to talk to him.

The car took a turn and got on the road.

"If you find it difficult, you can tell me about the cost of treatment, and I can lend it to you..."

This has been put forward by Ji Mohan countless times.

Qin Shuying glanced at him and said for a long time, "I don't need your money. I have it myself!"

Ji Mohan holds the steering wheel firmly with both hands and doesn't speak any more.

Half an hour later, the car arrived at the hospital.

Qin Shuying first went to the cashier to pay the fee, and then rushed to the ward.

Today's Jinyu looks much better. She has no fever any more. Her spirit looks much better.

When I turn to see Qin Shuying, she, who used to drink milk from the nanny, actually shows a bright smile to Qin Shuying.

That sweet smile suddenly sprouted Qin Shuying's heart. No matter how much she suffered, it was worth it.

"Oh, baby, mom, give me a hug!"

Qin Shuying clapped his hands, and the little guy waved his hands over.

"Wow, that's great. Jin Yu knows how to recognize people." The nanny let out a cheer of exclamation.

Qin Shuying takes the baby from the nanny, sits on the chair by the window and feeds her in person.

While drinking the bottle, the little guy stares at Qin Shuying, as if to remember his mother's appearance in his heart.

Ji Mohan stood at the door, looking at the warm picture, fell into deep meditation.

After a comfortable night's sleep, Qin Shuying was energetic and spent the day in the hospital with her daughter.

In the evening, while her daughter was asleep, she told the nanny again, and left the hospital.

Although the money she made yesterday was the most in her history, it was a drop in the bucket for the treatment of her daughter's illness. She needed more money.

When the whole city is shrouded in night.

Some dark corners of the world have become active again.

Qin Shuying changed her clothes backstage, sat on the dresser and slowly put on heavy make-up.

After heavy make-up, she looked completely different.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she has a sense of loss. Is this coquettish woman really herself?

Sensibility crossed my mind for a moment, but it was soon defeated by reason.

She needs money. She needs a lot of money. She has no time to feel sad.

She walked through the dark corridor to her own stage.

The small stage on the other side is the platform where she makes money. When the lights are on and the music is playing, she becomes a machine that only knows how to make money without emotion.

The light on the stage was dim, and she could not see the faces of the benefactor clearly.

All she knew was that she sold herself.

Or in a very cheap way.

She beat all over her body.

The banknotes under the stage floated up like snowflakes.

She stepped on high-heeled shoes, raised her long legs, hooked the steel pipe, and rotated round and round.

Her long hair is flying in the air, and every action of picking a T-shirt will attract a wave of applause from the audience.

Then the colorful banknotes floated onto the stage.

There are also roses and so on

She had no time to think about anything else.

At the end of the song, she gasped, put a cape on her body, and walked step by step toward the back of the lounge.

Although the time is not long, but the intensity of this dance is very high, every scene will make her exhausted.

In the corner tea room, she took a disposable paper cup, took a cup of boiling water and poured it all at once.

After sweating a lot, she needed water urgently.

That time, she drank three cups of small paper cups before she recovered.

She stood with her back against the wall, still feeling dizzy. She reached for her long hair and breathed slowly.

"Hello, No.19, there's a guest sending flowers!"

At the end of the corridor stood a waiter.

Here, dancers have no names, only numbers.

If you leave one, there will be another. Although it is the same number, the people may be different.

Ordinary benefactor, think you dance well, and then reward you on the stage, but the number of reward will not be too much, ranging from dozens to hundreds.

The rich local tyrants think you are excellent and interesting. If they want to go out for dinner or perform in private, they will choose to send flowers to you.

Of course, the flowers are just words. First of all, you have to spend more than 10000 Australian dollars to the service desk. The waiter will communicate with the dancer. After both sides have reached an agreement, the waiter will bring the local tyrant to meet the dancer.

This kind of meeting is also charged. It depends on the time to be determined. Of course, this kind of local tyrant can also arrange a private meeting for the dancers.

This is Qin Shuying's first local tyrant guest.

Generally speaking, when the guests spend so much money, the owner of the nightclub insists that the dancer must see the guests.

Qin Shuying has no choice.

"OK, I'll get a make-up. I'll come in a minute."

Sweat has spent her make-up, looking in the mirror a little embarrassed, she breathed a sigh of relief, this went into the dressing room.