"Dad, help me, I don't want to go to jail." Although the official verdict has not yet come down, An Zixuan is likely to face more than ten years in prison.

Even if he is a gentleman, he feels scared now, he is afraid, afraid that he will always be squatting in a dark prison for the days to come.

He regrets, he fears.

He hadn't finished enjoying his previous life, and he didn't want to be a criminal.

Now during the period of detention, I can't sleep every day and have nightmares every day. In just a few days, he lost almost seven or eight pounds, and the whole person was extremely haggard.

An Ronghong's face was pale, and he felt more and more disappointed when he saw his son's uncompetitive appearance now.

Think of him An Ronghong has experienced ups and downs in his life, starting from scratch from a contractor to founding Jinsheng Real Estate, and has become one of the top ten enterprises in the China Overseas area. Unexpectedly, she gave birth to a pit father's son.

"Hmph, you son of a, look at yourself, what have you done?" If it weren't for the anonymous messages, he wouldn't have known what his son had done all these years. He can tolerate the matter of finding a woman, but he really can't bear the matter of drunk driving hit-and-run causing death. What's more, the other party had such a big thing, and after such a long time, he didn't even tell him at all.

If he had known about these things earlier, how could he have been so passive.

He trembled with anger.

"Dad, I was wrong, please help me." An Zixuan knelt down directly and kept begging him.

An Ronghong looked at him, his face calm, and he didn't say a word.

"Dad, help me, I was wrong, really wrong." An Zixuan continued to plead.

"You just stay here and reflect on yourself." An Ronghong turned around suddenly, his eyes were gloomy, and no one could know what he was thinking except himself.

Looking at An Ronghong's back as he left like this, An Zixuan was directly dumbfounded, but then there was a hiss, "Dad, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I will definitely listen to you in the future." ”

But...... But there was no response.

An Zixuan sat on the ground dejectedly, his eyes blank and his face pale.

……

"Hey...... An Shao hasn't appeared on Fighting Shark recently, and he doesn't know where he went. "Hu Shanshan relies on herself and walks sexually. After feeling the route, the current popularity has recently reached about 100,000, and even reached 150,000 or 60,000 at most times, and the income is more than before.

But how much an anchor earns is still linked to the support of local tyrants, and there is a great relationship between the two. Especially when you encounter a local tyrant who spends a lot of money, you will earn more.

For example, in the past, although Hu Shanshan was not very popular, as long as there was the support of the local tyrant An Shao, then her income would not be low. Especially after the latter two met in private, she also received a lot of gifts from An Shao.

The last time the two met was a month ago, when the other party gave her a car worth more than 300,000 yuan. This made her heart melt immediately, and she felt that she would be An Shao's person in the future. With a car of more than 300,000 yuan, even if she works hard to save money, she has to save for two or three years, right?

What's more, the anchor is originally an industry that eats youth, and after two or three years, who knows what the situation is. So even if she knew that she was just a woman of An Zixuan, she didn't have to say anything.

But...... Since then, An Shao seems to have disappeared.

Whether it is online or offline, there is no news from the other party.

She sent text messages to An Zixuan's mobile phone and left a message, but there was no response, as if she had sunk into the sea. She wanted to make a call, but she didn't dare.

"Hey......" Looking at the live broadcast room where there was still no movement, she sighed slightly in her heart.

Without the support of local tyrants, there are only scattered gifts and rewards in the live broadcast room, which are not worth a few dollars.

However, since there was no big tyrant appearing, her attention was still back to the live broadcast room. Although the local tyrant is not there, there are still a few fans from good families in her live broadcast room who are supporting her.

With more than 100,000 people, she must be very lively in the live broadcast room.

"2333, I really want to see the anchor dance."

"Does the anchor dance? I really want to see it. ”

"There's nothing better than a streamer dancing."

"Does the young lady need a boyfriend?"

"The anchor dances a dance, and I will immediately reward a rocket."

Hu Shanshan had a smile on her face, and after using a little trick, those fans rushed to give rewards, and she also met these people's requirements and danced.

After a dance, the audience in the entire live broadcast room was boiling and was mobilized.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand it, I feel that a bottle of Nutrition Express is not enough."

"Hey, I don't think I dare to look at it anymore, rural people are not well nourished."

"Slightly stiff, show respect."

"Oh, goblin, eat my grandson."

"I, who have entered the sainthood mode, are not afraid at all."

The live broadcast room was very lively, the corners of Hu Shanshan's mouth were slightly upturned, she enjoyed such a time very much.

But then, she received a message.

"Shark Anchor Weekend Meetup?" Hu Shanshan was stunned, she didn't expect such a news.

Suddenly, she received an invitation, which made her look dazed, and it felt like a dream.

……

After sending off his cousin Cao Weiwei, Su Lin's life returned to a free and carefree life.

Don't worry about being disturbed anymore, and don't worry about your secrets being revealed.

Fortunately, nothing happened during the time that Cao Weiwei lived here, and the secret of Su Lin was not revealed. Except for leaving a little black history, everything else is acceptable.

Lying comfortably on his own sofa, his expression calm.

I'm alone again, so I don't have to worry about this, not to mention how comfortable it is. The most important thing is that even if you have a mission now, you don't have to worry about revealing your secrets at all.

After lying on the sofa for a while, Su Lin got up, and after resting for a while, his mental state was much better.

Although I haven't done much these days, just dealing with my cousin Cao Weiwei is already hard enough.

Now that no one bothers him, the pressure on the whole person is gone, and it can be regarded as a relief.

He got up from the couch and poured himself a glass of water to drink.

Then I turned on the TV and watched the news.

After staying in this world for a few months, he also slowly accepted everything in this world. Coupled with the fact that some of his memories had recovered from the last time, his heart became more and more calm.

After watching the news for a while, Su Lin switched to the TV station, and when he switched to a local TV station, his eyes caught a glimpse of a local news, saying that An Zixuan, the heir of Jinsheng Real Estate, was detained for a drunk driving hit-and-run, and because of the adverse effects of this incident, Jinsheng Real Estate was also impacted, and its business was greatly affected.

An Zixuan?

Su Lin felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who this person was.

Shaking his head, he didn't pay much attention to it and continued to switch TV stations.

Switching one by one, there was really nothing to see, so he turned off the TV. Then he stood up, twisted his neck, moved his body, and exercised his body.

After stretching his body, the screen of the mobile phone on the table next to him suddenly lit up, attracting Su Lin's attention.

He picked up his phone and checked.

"Shark Anchor Weekend Meetup?" Su Lin said something silently, and then frowned.

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