Chapter 2: Menglouli, who sells steamed stuffed buns, is as noble as an immortal at the last moment, but at the moment, it is like a devil being pulled down from the altar, with a trapped beast hidden in her dark eyes.

yearning, screaming, wanting to devour everything.

She's a little scared.

"You... Hmm..." Lips, blocked by him.

Strong lips and tongues squeezed into her mouth, sweeping her with plunder!

At this moment, with no skill at all, the runaway body follows the oldest longing and ruthlessly vents the flame that she ignited.

endless.

Mu Ruchen doesn't like women, but she seems to be an exception. The sweet taste makes him greedily ask for it again and again.

The more she cried for mercy, the more he did not want to let go of her, even her every movement, even a look, was the biggest tease to him.

It's as if you're possessed.

ambiguous, from day to night.

Mu Ruchen only came to this city on business, originally to rush back, but was intruded by this woman inexplicably, delaying the journey.

Pick up the cell phone, and there are dozens of unanswered calls on it, all from the same source.

Clear and handsome eyebrows, wrinkle slightly, call back immediately.

"What's the matter?" Mu Ruchen looked at the sleeping woman and her voice was very low, but when he heard the eager narration on the other end of the phone, he suddenly sat up and said, "I'll go back soon!"

Take two minutes to get dressed and walk to the door, but not willing to come back, pick up the note at the bedside, leave your name and phone number, and turn around and go out.

However, she hurried to the door, but worried that she could not wake up, so she went back and tore down the note and put it on the bed.

He still has something to ask her. For the time being, he doesn't want to lose touch with her.

It was early morning when Anrixia woke up.

She had no memory loss or confusion. Instead, she was very clear about what had happened until last night.

It's sad, but I still swallowed all my tears in my stomach. The dead mother said that women's tears are for those who care about themselves.

And she has no one to care about, so she can't cry.

Regardless of the pain on his body, he got up and put on his clothes, covered up the torn area, carried his bag on his back and left.

She ran out of the hotel in such a hurry without seeing a note on the bedside or a comic book falling out of her bag.

She can't stay at her uncle's house anymore. She's eighteen years old. She's grown up and can feed herself.

Six years later.

Nancheng.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines brightly to the world, all things come to life.

In front of a roadside stall, steaming steamed buns drove away the late summer and early morning chills, exuding attractive fragrances to provoke commuters.

"Steamed buns! Selling steamed buns!"

In front of the booth stood a sweet little girl like a cake just baked. Especially those watery red and Phoenix eyes, whose dark eyes were like the most mysterious gemstones, emitting brilliant light.

"The steamed stuffed bun that can make you full of vigor, eating guarantees can make you get a promotion and raise salary, become general manager, become CEO, marry Bai Fumei and get to the top of your life!"

Sweet voices quickly stop pedestrians passing by.

"Kid, is your steamed bun really so amazing?"

"Yes, if you don't believe it, you can buy one and taste it. It's so delicious!" The soft and sweet voice almost sprouted people's hearts.

"Men eat to marry Bai Fumei, what about women?" Some of the pedestrians seemed to tease her deliberately.

"Women eat and become white and beautiful!"

The stuffed buns are not important. The key is that the popular little girl is so likable that the passers-by pay for them one after another.

"How do you sell your steamed buns, kid?"

"Buy one piece from the landlady, and if you want to eat what I hand over, one piece for five yo!"

"Why do you want 50 cents?"

"This is the flower fee of caring for our motherland!"

pooh! Cough and cough...

In a dilapidated shop, Anita, who was drinking pea blossoms, spewed out her last bite of pea blossoms and coughed until she could not breathe!

Daughter, can you talk a little more nonsense?

"Hey, that lady over there, don't just eat, you're here to work!" While bringing the steamed buns to the guests for change, Answer went back to educate her mother.

Anita nodded.'Follow your orders, Lord Princess!'

Lixia, a famous cartoonist, was chased all over the city by her editor because she could not hand in satisfactory sketches for a long time. In order to find inspiration for Mummy, her daughter, Ansitian, took her to this steamed bun shop to find the theme of life.

Of course, that's the official story, and the real reason for her...

Hey hey, I can't say for the time being!

One morning, the steamed buns had been sold out. Ansitian sat on the worn wooden chair and counted the money. Then she divided the money and took it up and ran to the owner's side.

"Grandma, this is your bun money!" After that, Answer put the money in the hands of the woman in her fifties, and then put another pile of money in her pocket. "This is what I made!"

One bun for five, one dollar for the landlady, the remaining five cents are their own. [pag]