[69 Book Bar-www.] After dinner, Mu Anyou washed his son and coaxed him into the quilt. He patted his little body and said softly: "Huihui is going to bed quickly. After falling asleep, his mother will go out to work."

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

Upon hearing this, Mu Anyou chuckled and said, "Hehe, yes, Huihui is a little man soon, but mom wants to see you fall asleep before you can go out with peace of mind, so close your eyes quickly!"

"Well, mom, you have to come back early, it can't be too hard."

"Okay, go to bed well."

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

For five years, he has watched him grow up and become sensible every day. He has known how to look at people's faces early and never yells to her about buying snacks and toys.

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

Huihui, thank you for being by your side like a little angel, so that your mother will be willing no matter how hard she works. For you, everything is worth it. You must grow up happily and grow up healthily.

After gently closing the door and stepping on the night, Mu Anyou took the bus on the evening shift.

The nights in City A are so beautiful, with gorgeous neon lights, dazzling lights, and towering tall buildings. They are the pursuit of the poor for the rest of their lives and the enjoyment that the rich cannot give up.

Qingcheng Club, a famous entertainment venue in City A, is not because of its high level, but because it accepts people from all walks of life, migrant workers who come here to spend their days in a leisurely manner, petty-bourgeois white-collar workers come here to relax, and successful people come here to negotiate business. Of course, business negotiation is just a cover.

After looking at the watch, it was almost eight o'clock in ten minutes. Mu Anyou hurried off the bus, pressed the baseball cap on his head, and ran to Qingcheng Club.

"Uncle security guard, just let me in, I'll come out soon." The little girl holding a handful of red roses in her hand was only thirteen or fourteen years old, begging the security guard at the door of the club.

"Get out of the way, the little girl is a movie, and she is selling flowers here." The middle-aged man shouted at the little girl in anger, and as he said that, he reached out and pushed the person in front of him impatiently for a moment.

The little girl obviously didn't expect that she didn't turn her feet upside down and fell to the ground. The flowers in her hand fell all over the ground, crying in grievance, and her shoulders were thrusting.

"Why are you crying? It's so unlucky. Pick up your broken flower and hurry up and roll away." The security guard said, and kicked a few flowers under his feet.

"My flowers, my flowers." The little girl was anxious and cried more easily as she watched the flowers being ruined.

Mu Anyou was hurried to the club. He didn't plan to meddle in other people's business. He thought that the security guard would just chase the girl away at most, but he didn't expect...

He turned around and took a few steps, walked to the little girl, squatted down and helped her up, picked up the roses one by one, handed them to the person who was sobbing with tears and said softly: "Don't cry, hurry up and take these flowers and leave. This is not a place for girls like you to go in. Go to the park or square in front. Well, you specialize in picking those couples, brothers and sisters to sell them. Remember to say it nicely, especially those sisters, do you know?"

The little girl was very smart. She understood what Mu Anyou said at first. She smiled and said thank you sister, and then trotted away.

Mu Anyou glanced at the leaving figure and was about to turn around when he heard the disdainful voice of the man behind him: "Mediate in other people's business!"

After taking a deep breath, Mu Anyou stopped and looked at the dark-faced man and said slowly: "Brother Liu, she is just a child. You will be a father in the future, so put your heart in mind!" Then he ignored the people behind him and turned around and ran to the club.

Liu Zhiming spat: "Isn't it just a drinker? The pig's nose is soaked in onions, and it's like it."

Mu Anyou naturally heard the scolding behind him, but he didn't want to pay attention, so he naturally didn't notice a man with a thoughtful look in a car not far from the club's door.

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