Chapter Seventy-Eight: Emptied His House
When I opened my eyes, it was dark. There was a dead silence in the wee hours of the morning.
She sat up and stretched lazily.
She didn't know who carried her to bed, but when she woke up, she was the only one in the room. So who brought himself back to his room?
Housekeeper?
If so, does it mean that the housekeeper already knows that he is out?
But whatever, I'm already home anyway, and the soldiers will cover up the water.
She rubbed her head and gasped. Because of yesterday's mental overdraft, this led to today's headache, and it feels like a hangover.
Think of it too, creating a wall thick enough to block all bullets, lowering the temperature of the entire hallway, and destroying tempered glass on both sides. All of this requires a lot of mental energy.
Sure enough, she is still weaker now, and the precipitation of mental power is still a little less.
In the previous life, he could already control it at will.
Bing Manxue couldn't help but sigh, thinking about training mental power from scratch, she couldn't help but feel a little big, the so-called training, not enough to use it every day. You have to make sure that every time it looks like last night.
To put it bluntly, every training session must be emptied of mental power, so as to ensure subsequent enhancement. But......
Every time I drained my mental power, I would feel a headache the next day, and it was like someone had thrown a blender into their head and stirred up the contents of it.
Go to bed!
Bing Manxue threw herself into the futon and continued to meet with Zhou.
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At noon the next day, the sky was exceptionally clear and cloudless. It can't be said that there is not a single cloud, in the headspace of the Fenglan International Office Building, there is still such a cloud, a lone pestle is there, and it is still a dark cloud, eerie as if it will rain in the next second. But it really confirms the wonder of the world, the sun rises in the east and rains in the west.
In the office on the top floor, Yan Shuyan looked at the man in front of him coldly.
He Rui lowered his head, facing such a violent man, he actually had no intention of retreating at all.
He wore a black suit today, but it didn't match his slightly immature face. After all, He Rui is only 19, and it is normal not to match.
And next to him, there was a teenager in a gray tracksuit, the boy held the baseball cap in his hand, and looked at He Rui to reply to the boss with a glance.
"I did check where my sister-in-law was, but just as I was about to find out, I was attacked by a hacker. I hacked into the satellite several times, but it ended in failure. I'm sorry boss, it's me who is incompetent. He Rui pursed his lips, he didn't want to make unnecessary explanations for this matter, after all, he really didn't complete the task assigned by the boss.
And this incident hit his self-esteem very much.
He lost his mother at an early age, and his father was in huge debt for gambling.
A year ago, the debt collector found He Rui, beat He Rui without saying anything, and emptied his house, and threatened to sell He Rui and give people a **.
At that time, the sky was thunderstorming, and He Rui just sat on the ground and looked up at the sky. No one knew if it was tears or rain on his face. The whole person was depressed, as if he was facing the execution of fate.
In a desperate situation, Yan Shuyan appeared. Not only paid off all his debts for him, but also gave him a sum of money that was enough to make ends meet.
Before leaving, I handed him the umbrella in my hand.
He kept the umbrella all the time.