Mo Yan answered the phone with expectations that he felt he shouldn't have.

It can only be said that disappointment and hope are side by side.

It was not even Chen Ji'an himself, but his wife Bai Xiaobai, who was in the upper position of the junior.

"Yan Yan," he said, pretending to be a loving voice.

As soon as I heard this title, I didn't feel good, and I should hang up the phone immediately!

"You're not too young, and you're my father's eldest daughter, there's something I should confess to you."

Curiosity kills cats.

Mo Yan unconsciously pricked up his ears.

Good things don't come to her. What if it's bad? She would love to hear it, and she had a good time.

"Your father's third-rate real estate company faced a broken capital chain last year, and it was forced to survive to this day. Now that the property market is sluggish, Chinese people are buying up or down, and they are seeing no return.

At this critical juncture, it was also God who took pity on him and let him know a young and promising tycoon who had just returned from England. The tycoon is hugely rich, and pulling out a single hair can help your dad alleviate the current crisis. ”

Mo Yan began to sneer.

Relative!

Immature!

Is there really such a rich tycoon, can it be Chen Ji'an's turn to get to know?

"But the other party can't make up his mind, you can help your father! At the end of the day, we're a family, and we're all at stake. Not to mention, if your father had money, would he care about your tuition? ”

When it came to tuition, Mo Yan's heart moved.

But doubts followed: she was only a child in her third year of high school, how could she help? Did they lose their conscience and use her to make a trick for beauty?

"The reason why the other party is hesitant is that he thinks your father is old-fashioned. The boss is aesthetically earthy, and the house built is definitely not stylish. But how can foreign tycoons know China's national conditions, so buyers don't care whether the house is ugly or not.

Oops, it's easy to help your dad. Make an appointment, let's have a meal together, you can talk about aesthetic things casually, town tycoon, let him know that we are not bad at aesthetics, just do it! I'll ask your dad for your tuition! ”

Mo Yan made a ghost: "I want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts." ”

"No problem!"

"The cost of the Academy of Fine Arts will be more expensive."

"No problem!"

"How much will I live on while I am in college?"

"It's not a problem!"

Mo Yan was indeed moved.

A meal and a chat can solve the major problems in her life. Unexpectedly, fate will also favor her this day!

After making an appointment with Bai Xiaobai, Mo Yan was in a much higher mood. In particular, the location is in Chen Ji'an's villa. That's where she lived for 7 years, and when she recalls it, she always touches the softness of her heart.

Kafuka hung over her shoulder, echoing her scurrying stride, slapping on her hips.

From a distance, I saw Director Feng Ji holding his long ring ruler and standing at the fork in the road. Mo Yan immediately slowed down, no matter how anxious he was, his pace was calm.

"Head up! Chest! Suck your belly! The director of discipline waved a long ring ruler and "pointed out" to the students with great momentum.

"Pay attention to your expressions! Be smiling! Don't show your teeth! ”

"This young lady is doing well. Elegance. ”

Sensing passers-by looking at her, Mo Yan realized that she was the "little sister" in the mouth of Director Feng Ji.

The young lady Mo Yan secretly stretched her body straighter, and even the shadow on the ground was quite tall.

Wan Wan Tingting walked past the director of discipline and turned on another road. Turning his head to look at it, and confirming that Director Feng Ji couldn't see her, Mo Yan ran away.

If you don't hurry, you'll be late!

I got through the whole afternoon of classes and ushered in the end of school.

Ronghuazhi has a school bus.

Every day after school, the school bus gives priority, surpassing all kinds of luxury cars that pick up students from school, occupying a favorable position, waiting for students wearing suit-style school uniforms to get on the bus elegantly.

However, this kind of butler service has nothing to do with Mo Yan.

The school bus fare of 600 yuan a month, Mo Jielian stopped talking several times. In the end, she finally understood Mo Jielian's meaning in a silent place: It's not cost-effective!

Waiting for the school bus to leave, those who did not take the school bus were also picked up by luxury cars, Mo Yan came out of the bathroom in the teaching building and walked towards the school gate.

This is the last face that an adolescent girl can't let go of - she refuses to be pitied.

The meal time I made with my stepmother Bai Xiaobai was tonight, just two hours later than the end of school.

Mo Yan didn't feel the need to freshen up, but the school uniform still needed to be changed at home, although her most beautiful clothes were the school uniform.

Take the No. 21 bus out of the school gate, you can go directly to the door in 20 minutes, and the fare is only 2 yuan.

The reason why Ronghuazhi is the benchmark of private schools is that in addition to excellent facilities and expensive tuition fees, there is also an advantage that other schools cannot match: it is located in the urban area, adjacent to the commercial circle of Huigang, where every inch of land is valuable!

After 20 minutes, Mo Yan got off at Wangjiadu Station.

The bustle disappeared inch by inch behind him.

Wangjiadu is dilapidated. It is an urban village in the city that has been in disrepair for a long time, and I heard that there are too many hukou under its jurisdiction, the buildings are too dense, the compensation is too expensive, and it cannot afford to be demolished, so it is simply left to fend for itself.

But in Mo Yan's opinion, it is warm.

Fortunately, there is a 70-square-meter small apartment in Wangjiadu that Mo Jielian bought as a play in the rich era.

Ascending the 3-story staircase of bare cement, Mo Yan took out the key and opened the door.

In fact, when she opened the door, she felt a layer of unease in her heart for no reason.

It's just that at that time, she thought that the uneasiness was because she was reluctant to eat with Chen Ji'an in her heart, so she forcibly ignored it.

When she opened the door, she regretted it!

Mo Jielian leaned back on the dining table in a strange posture, the layers of gray gauze skirts lifted, covering most of her body, her smooth and snow-white legs were exposed, and a man, pants fell on her ankles, standing between her legs.

Not even the sound of the door opening could distract them.

Mo Jielian, you are too indulgent!

Mo Yan held back the tears for a day, and suddenly fell.

She slammed the door slammed on, hugged her Kafuka, and fled.

At that moment, Mo Yan found that compared to Chen Ji'an, who helped the junior in the divorce, she hated Mo Jielian who kept changing lovers under the guise of love.

This is the life that Mo Yan, a 17-year-old and 5-month-old girl, has to face every day.

She has a pompous father. Started from scratch and started a small real estate company that did not go into the stream. can't resist the temptation of women at all, the industry has not yet created excellence, and the track has come out first. As early as when she was 3 years old, she had a half-sister.

Mother Mo Jielian knew this, but pretended not to know anything. She meekly faced her husband who had an outer room every day, trying to keep the position of the main room with virtue and virtue.

After 4 years, Xiao San became pregnant again and was pregnant with a boy.

This pinched Chen Ji'an's lifeline.

Xiao San held his stomach, took his 4-year-old daughter, entered the house in a grand manner, knocked on the door of Mo Yan's villa in the core area, slapped the gender identification B ultrasound single on the table, and smiled, surnamed Chen, if you don't divorce within a month, don't want to see the son in your belly!

In just one week, Chen Ji'an completed the divorce and swept Mo Jielian out of the house without giving a penny.

Mo Jielian originally intended to die rather than leave, but Chen Ji'an spread out a table of loan contracts in front of her. The amount of money was so large that it made Mo Jielian's hands and feet cold.