Chu Qiao's gaze unconsciously stayed on the side of his face. Resolute lines, handsome face, and the pale yellow light in the car reflected softly on his long eyelashes, leaving a mottled shadow on his eyelids. The fine bangs are covered in front of her forehead, chic and uninhibited, and her delicate facial features make her a little envious.

"What are you looking at?" he chuckled at her distraction in the mirror, turned his head, and glanced at her.

"No, I didn't see anything!" Chu Qiao was like a child who was caught by an adult, anxiously defending herself, but the pale pink flush on her cheeks could not hide her thoughts.

"I'll send you back...... Where is your home?"

"I, where is my home?" Chu Qiao muttered to himself. She didn't know where her home was, and the home that had been so happy before seemed to disappear in an instant when her father fell ill. She knew very well that Aunt Xue didn't like her very much, not to mention that it was so late now, and going back to that home was nothing more than causing more quarrels?

Afraid that she didn't hear clearly, he patiently repeated, "Where is your home?"

Chu Qiao bit his lip: "Regent Road." "Xiaoya lives on Regent Road, and at such a late hour, the only person she can find is Xiaoya, who is her best friend. Except for Xiaoya's side, she really has nowhere to go like she looks like she is now.

He expertly spun the steering wheel, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel, and the smile on his lips faded from time to time.

Chu Qiao sat on the leather seat, feeling that sitting in this seat was more comfortable than sitting on his own small bed. The little bed cost 500 dollars! How much does it cost to have such a comfortable seat?

Listening to the BossaNova song coming from the car stereo, Chu Qiao felt a little drunk.

She was still shivering, but she felt her sanity hazy. It seems that she can forget about money for a while......

Money?

Thinking of money, Chu Qiao hit a spirit. She tilted her head, stared at the man in front of her, and muttered, "Are you rich?" When Chu Qiao said this, she couldn't help but be stunned.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled: "Well, I'm very rich, what's wrong?" A hint of clarity flashed in his phoenix eyes, but the smile in his eyes disappeared in an instant. Is this who she really is, like any other superficial woman?

He is very rich! And Chu Qiao is very short of money, so short that he is desperate. Chu Qiao's eyes lit up in an instant, but in the next second, it dimmed, and there was no brilliance at all. But he has money, so what does it have to do with her?

Perhaps, the only way for her to do so is to sell herself to him!

"I ...... Can you buy me?" Chu Qiao's eyes widened and he said word by word.

Maybach braked hard and stopped on the side of the road.

He turned his head, his eyes tightly grasped Chu Qiao's little face, and the corners of his mouth tightened: "Buy you?"

Self-esteem? Chu Qiao once regarded self-esteem as more important than anything else! But money made her bow her head. If she wants her damn self-esteem, she has no money, how can she save her father? Aunt Xue does not agree to sell the house, and the money she has saved is almost exhausted. If she had to sell herself to someone else, she would rather choose the man in front of her!

Chu Qiao was like a wounded lion cub, with sadness in his eyes, but he was still stiff, waiting for his answer. "Buy me...... Can it be?" as long as he listened carefully, he should be able to hear the trills in her words.

"I never buy women!" he was breezy and calm, the corners of his mouth were still smiling, but his eyes were cold and his voice was angry.

Chu Qiao only felt that someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to bottom, from his hands and feet to his heart, the cold was infinite. "Oh! I see!" Chu Qiao's hand pushed the car door indiscriminately: "No matter what, I still want to thank you tonight!"

After saying that, she endured the sharp pain in her feet and walked down the Maybach step by step.

It had taken all her courage to say that. Chu Qiao is not without shame, but what else can be done to save her father? She walked with a limp, it hurt, and that kind of pain was like cutting her heart with a knife.

After the Maybach started behind Chu Qiao, he walked away without the slightest hesitation.

Listening to the sound of the car moving farther and farther, the corners of Chu Qiao's mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile, and he walked to a shop window that was still lit. Through the reflection of the window pane, she saw herself.

The reddish eyes, messy hair, abrupt left cheek, and dirty coat are not feminine at all, and they are simply embarrassed.

How could she be so self-aware?

How could he be interested in such a self?

Maybe what happened tonight was just a dream......