Shen Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief, and finally returned to the normal track: "You hit me, you hurt me again, my mobile phone screen is also broken, you have to lose money!"

After saying this, she was so nervous that her throat smoked.

"So I asked for money!" the man laughed, he took out a card from his wallet and threw it to the ground: "There are 50,000 yuan in this card, take it and get away." ”

Shen Qingyin stubbornly pulled his trouser leg down, the unruly man drank a lot of wine today, loosened his belt, and was pulled off by her so hard.

"Who knows if this card is really rich? I want cash!"

The man really laughed this time, this is the first time in his life that he has been questioned that he has no money.

He dragged her to the side of the car like a puppy, took out a whole stack of hundred-yuan bills from the co-pilot's bag, ripped off the seal on it, and smashed it on her, the red grandpa Mao was scattered all over the ground, and some were blown out a few steps away by the wind: "Give you cash!"

Shen Qingyin held back the humiliation in his heart, picked them up one by one, and counted them carefully.

The man sat in the car, watching the scene with a sneering face.

It's really boring, he really drank too much today, he started the car and was about to leave, but the window glass was knocked.

I am still not satisfied, do you want to see how powerful he is?

As soon as he shook off the glass, the woman threw in a stack of money: "I only need 5,000 yuan, and the rest will be returned to you!"

The money was spilled over his face, onto his lap, on the steering wheel, and some of it was blown onto the co-pilot.

"Damn!" the man cursed, brushing away the money and looking up, the woman had disappeared into the tree-lined path, nowhere to be found.

Shen Qingyin spent 80 yuan to treat the wound in the school hospital and bought a cup of milk tea to go to the library.

Gillian was sorting through the mountains of books, and she was overjoyed to see the milk tea, and only after two sips did she find the wound on Shen Qingyin's body: "Yinyin, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Qingyin handed her the iPhone: "It's okay, I fell!

"I don't want this, the screen is broken, and I can't turn on the phone, why did you borrow this before?" asked Gillian.

"Mountain people have their own wonderful uses!" Shen Qingyin sold.

Gillian didn't ask any more questions.

In the interval between duties in the library, she transferred 5,000 yuan out on WeChat, with a note on it: rent.

Although I was a little injured, but the current level is finally over, what should I do next?

was in a daze, WeChat came in with a message, it was Sister Mao: How did you think about that?

Shen Qingyin looked at the balance of the bank card, 1231 yuan.

I knew that I wasn't tough just now, so what did I do stupidly return the 5,000 yuan?

She moved her finger and replied: I'll report in three days.

A week later, the top of the sea market's mystical bars.

Box 1!

Shen Qingyin went in with the wine, raised his eyes and saw that he almost didn't stand firm, the man sitting in the main seat of the box had a deep outline, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, his skin was a faint bronz, and the cold aura that permeated his body and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth were strangely blended together, giving people an invisible pressure.

Her gaze immediately lowered, and the hand hanging at her side suddenly tightened.

He wouldn't recognize himself, would he?

She buried her head in the posture prescribed by the night, half-kneeling, concentrating on the bartending, and her hands were like playing the piano when flipping the flask, with a unique sense of rhythm.

"You, come here!" Rong Yan hooked his finger.