Wen Qianqian, this person, knows the world but not the world, she has experienced a lot of darkness, and still loves the world, I am different, I only love her. - Lu Shen

"Welcome to Jiangcheng News, the latest report, according to the will made by Wen Ying, the former president of Wen's family, Wen's Group was officially taken over by his cousin Wen Han, come and see the reports brought to us by front-line reporters......"

"Alas. ”

Under the large LED screen of the Lege shopping mall, a petite girl in a lace princess dress sat on a bench, wrinkled her little face, and sighed.

The girl is good-looking, with chestnut medium-length curly hair scattered over her shoulders, delicate facial features, fair skin, round almond eyes, Joan nose and cherry lips, and the whole person is small and delicate, like a doll.

Wen Qianqian felt that Wen Han was really not a person, her parents had just been buried, and he robbed the family property, so he was not afraid that her parents would crawl out in the middle of the night to find him?

There was still news on the screen, and that face was all too familiar, her uncle, Wen Han.

The person who just kicked her out of the Wen family.

"Hello Mr. Wen, why did Mr. Wen Ying transfer all the shares of the company to you?"

Wen Han smiled kindly, and slowly spoke: "That's the case, I am my cousin's only relative in this world, as for my niece, Wen Qianqian, she is not my cousin's biological daughter." After knowing the truth, she refused the path I arranged for her, saying that she wanted to be independent, so she moved out of the Wen family. ”

Wen Qianqian kicked the pink suitcase at his feet, and went to his arrangement, the way he arranged was to let her marry that old man, she was not a fool, how could she agree?

That man would have been her father if he had been a few years older.

Wen Han's hypocritical voice came from the screen again: "Shallow, if you encounter any difficulties outside, just come back, the door of the house will always be open for you." ”

Wen Qianqian was disgusted, with an expression that wanted to vomit but couldn't.

The temperature in the October evening was a little low, and I was only wearing a skirt, and a gust of wind blew, and I shivered a little cold.

She cowered into the corner of the bench, hugging her knees.

Approaching ten o'clock, Wen Qianqian was a little sleepy, covered her lips and yawned slightly, and her eyes were suddenly foggy.

The suitcase was collected by Wen Han, and there was not a penny in it except for her precious little dresses, not even a mobile phone.

She's really penniless now.

Wen Qianqian likes small skirts, and when her parents were still there, there were two rooms in the house dedicated to putting skirts for her.

It's just that at this time, she can't even eat, and these skirts will suffer with her, so why don't you sell them?

"No, no, no. Wen Qianqian shook her head, her little hand tightly grasped the suitcase lever, which was full of her treasures, and she couldn't sell it.

was struggling with where to sleep tonight, a tattered bowl suddenly appeared in front of her, Wen Qianqian looked up, and saw a ragged beggar holding a bowl and slapping her face, the beggar was hunched over, his right hand was still holding a cane, and his right foot seemed to be a little lame and did not touch the ground.

"Okay, little girl. The beggar's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a broken sealed box.

Wen Qianqian lowered his head and thought about it seriously, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up: "Otherwise, I'll help you serve the bowl for a while, and we will earn four or six cents, and you will be six and I will be four." ”

The beggar was stunned for a moment, and then looked her up and down, and looked like a person who was short of money.

Wen Qianqian saw that he didn't speak, thinking that he was not satisfied with this share, so he gritted his teeth and lowered his requirements: "Three or seven points, you seven and I three, can't be lower." ”

The beggar glanced at her with disgust, turned and walked away.

Wen Qianqian jumped down from the chair and shouted at him from behind: "If it really doesn't work, you can still discuss it again, Twenty-eight, Twenty-eight is okay?"

The beggar walked faster and faster, and finally picked up the crutches directly, and ran, his back was not hunched, his feet were not lame, and he ran as fast as he could, as if he was afraid that she would catch up.