Life is like a vortex, the more you struggle, the deeper you fall.

The scarred Lan Yening came out of the hospital.

I saw my mother who was rushing to see me carrying something.

"Xiao Ning, why are you discharged from the hospital?"

"The hospitalization fee is too expensive, I don't want to stay in it anymore."

"How can that work? It's done thoroughly."

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Ya couldn't help but feel heartbroken and scared.

"Mom, I'm really fine."

For some reason, Lan Yening became extremely bored with her mother's concern.

"Xiao Ning, you told your mother, who beat you?"

"...Is it useful to you? What can you help me!" Lan Yening sighed impatiently: "Mom, please calm me down, I have to go to work tonight."

"Work? Are you going to do those shameful things again?" Zhang Ya grabbed the former's arm, and the eyes on her pale face seemed to be squirting out flames.

"I'm going to be a model, I'm a serious job."

"Model! What model? Are there models who are talented and talented without clothes?"

"...Mom, I'll say it again last time, I didn't do those shameful things."

Lan Yening's head was buzzing, as if something was constantly hitting him.

He longs to live a better life through his own efforts, but now it seems that life has abandoned him.

"No, you go home with me now."

"I signed a contract with someone. If I don't go, I will have to pay a lot of money. Besides, what do we eat and drink if I don't go to work?"

"I would rather starve to death than go out and be disgraceful and embarrassing."

Every word of Zhang Ya's words kills the heart, making Lan Yening scarred.

He didn't pay attention to his mother, but turned around and strode away.

Although Zhang Ya wanted to catch this only son, her body was not allowed, so she could only cry silently behind her, lamenting why her life was so bad.

The lights are on, the night is blurred

According to the painter's request, Lan Yening, who was lying on the velvet blanket, posing in a charming position.

The soft light fell on his oil-painted skin, creating a warm tone that makes people feel rippling.

There was also a bright red apple in his right hand, and he was asked by the painter to kiss him gently with his red lips from time to time

The people in the private room upstairs looked at the scene below and many people's breathing became rapid. For them, the scene in front of them was like a wonderful picture.

Time passed like water, Lan Yening got up and returned to the locker room, and wanted to dress and go home.

"Xiao Ning, everyone will gather together tonight." The studio manager came over.

"No, I have to rest tonight."

Seeing that he was so wary, the manager smiled and did not continue to invite him: "Xiao Ning, someone wants to ask you to model her alone, and it costs ten thousand yuan per hour."

"Thank you, I don't want to go, I'm pretty good here." Lan Yening said timidly.

"Xiao Ning, in this hour, we have 600 yuan, and there is 10,000 yuan over there. You have to think about it."

"Manager, I have nothing to think about. I earn 600 yuan here."

"Okay! Everyone has their own ambitions!" The manager did not force himself to persuade him.

Lan Yening came out of the studio and was stopped by two people in black suits as soon as she walked into the street.

"Mr. Lan, our boss asks you to come over."

"Does go, I won't go."

Lan Yening said as he was about to leave. He knew the purpose of these people, but he was blocked again as soon as he took a step.

"Mr. Lan, please don't make things difficult for us. Our boss just wants to make friends with you."

"Friend?" Lan Yening sneered: "I am a life-threatening person and I can't beat you, but don't force me into a hurry."

Just as both sides were entangled, a slightly disdainful female voice rang out: "Get out of here, this person is mine."

Lan Yening looked up and found that it was Zhang Shuya.

The two men in black looked at the former in confusion, but they didn't dare to take action when they saw that the other party was of extraordinary temperament.

Just as the stalemate was at the time, one of the men in black’s cell phone rang.

After receiving the call, he winked with his companions and bowed to apologize: "I'm sorry Mr. Lan, I'm sorry Miss Zhang." After that, he left in a mess.

"Thank you, Sister Shu Ya." Lan Yening felt grateful.

"It's okay, why are you being entangled by Lao Jia's people? Are you going to work in the studio over there?"

"…Sister Shu Ya, you know that studio too."

Zhang Shuya laughed: "Let's go back to my car and say."

Lan Yening hesitated for a moment, but still followed the other party into the car.

"Sister Shu Ya, you know the person who blocks me"

"Yeah!" Zhang Shuya nodded: "That old Jia is a club and is not doing serious business. What he likes to do the most is to find a 'male model' with a pretty face."

When Lan Yening heard the last sentence, her fair face turned red with shame.

Zhang Shuya seemed to not see the other party's embarrassment: "Sometimes I would go to that studio to buy some paintings and give them to others. The quality of models in that studio is one of the best in Shenghai."

Lan Yening lowered her head and was silent. He didn't know what to say to the other party.

The job you do is really despised.

"Xiao Ning, if possible, you'd better not do it in that place."

"I know, Sister Shu Ya, that place is very complicated, but I lack money and can't do anything else."

"Haha! Why don't you agree to those people if you are short of money?"

Zhang Shuya slowed down the car and glanced at the former with interest.

"I want to retain my last dignity." Lan Yening said very seriously.

"But as long as you have money, others will respect you, no matter what you do."

"No, that's different. I won't sell my soul for money."

"Okay! Everyone has their own persistence."

The two drove to the entrance of Lan Yening's community, and saw a group of people gathering there and wondering what they were doing.

Lan Ye Ning got out of the car with some feeling.

When I squeezed into the crowd, I saw that it was my mother who fainted on the ground.

There was no one who came forward to help, and there was not even a person who called an ambulance.

There were still a bunch of small cards scattered around his mother.

Obviously Zhang Ya collected it, trying to help her son reduce the bad impact

"Mom! Mom! What's wrong with you?"

Lan Yening was panicked and knelt beside her mother, tears flowing down her eyes.

He felt his mother's life passing by, and her hands were so cold.

The people around him pointed at him, and even those with bad intentions looked him carefully with strange eyes.

"Xiao Ning, hurry up and take your aunt to the hospital!" Zhang Shuya, who followed her, reminded loudly.

This time, the people around him became even more restless.

Zhang Shuya is a rich woman's temperament, and the Mashatila who shows her identity.

Suddenly, all kinds of unpleasant words came from all directions like the buzzing sound of flies.

Lan Yening was unheard of it and picked up his mother and got into Zhang Shuya's car and went straight to the hospital.

One of the things that adults fear the most is that their parents are seriously ill but have no money to treat them.

Lan Yening, who arrived at the hospital, swiped all his cards, but it was still not enough for her mother's surgery fee.

"Doctor, I'll pay. You can give the elderly the best medicine." Zhang Shuya took out her UnionPay card.

"Sister Shu Ya, how can this work?"

"Are you going to watch your mother disappearing?"

Zhang Shuya's words left Lan Yening speechless and stood there in a daze.

"Yes! Even if you exchange everything for yourself, you must save your mother's life."

Lan Yening sat decadently on the bench in the corridor, feeling despair.

He knew why Zhang Shuya wanted to help him, and he would naturally have to repay him if he had paid for it.

And what can you give to the other party?

The so-called helplessness in life generally starts with a shortage of money.

"Thank you, Sister Shu Ya!" Lan Yening smiled sadly.
Chapter completed!