Chapter 690: Stalking
"Why didn't I give you money? Isn't this house money? Isn't it money to hire an aunt to serve you to eat, drink, and Lazar? Tie Hui was furious. Her food and clothing are all spent on herself, and she is supporting her, how can she open her mouth and tell nonsense?
"You call me money, what do you think of me, give me a bite of pickles and light rice to live in a broken house and call me money? Did you give me any other money? Do you know how big my expenses are? The annual beauty fee alone is worth a car for you, and I can't earn it myself? Xiaoque was very dissatisfied.
Food and shelter are really just a small amount of money for themselves. I think that when Ling Feng was with him, every penny was handed over to him. Tie Hui's money is so tightly dragged that he doesn't give it to himself at all, so what's the use of being his wife?
"Don't be cheap and sell well, is it easy for me to support my family? You look like a bitch living at home, away from home every day, piling up all the men—oh, I know how you make money, don't you make it as a bitch—" Tie Hui became angrier the more he spoke.
She was forced to marry by her and lost her apparent freedom, but she still swallowed her anger and took on the responsibility of supporting her family to feed her and live for her, she didn't feel at ease and lived so profligately, cuckolding herself every day, which man could bear it?!
"Smack!" Xiaoque interrupted his words with a direct slap.
He immediately became furious, grabbed her ear, raised his fist and slammed it on the back of her head, hating this to death!
After he beat her, he drove away angrily. She was disheveled, her makeup was ruined, and she collapsed on the floor of the garage crying.
She cried and cried, and suddenly remembered the words of the original wind spirit: "Those who beat people will be beaten!" She stopped crying and scolded, "Witch! ”
Is he really cursed? Isn't she the fault of living like this? If she hadn't taken Ling Feng away at the beginning, would she have come this far?
But hate her for birds! This society is the law of the jungle, she is getting stronger and stronger, she is getting weaker and weaker, no matter how much she hates him, she can only pretend to be a grandson to beg her.
For the sake of money, I have to go and slap her!
Xiaoque reorganizes her makeup and sets off to find the Wind Spirit.
She knew that the wind spirit had moved out of Ling Feng's community, so she went to the five-person trading room to find points, hoping to find out the whereabouts of the wind spirit from the points.
Points can be said.
She then revealed to him that there was a large customer with hundreds of millions of funds who entrusted her to Fengling Investment, and asked him to help lead the bridge no matter what, which is good for everyone.
The points revealed that the wind spirit would come here to attend the meeting, and she had any ideas to discuss with the wind spirit herself.
Xiaoque was overjoyed, and the wind spirit stayed in the company early on the day she appeared.
After the wind spirit took care of everything and was about to leave, she pestered the wind spirit, saying that she wanted to apologize to her and must treat her to a meal.
Feng Ling said that don't mention the past, everyone just needs to live their own lives.
"You don't know, I've been reflecting on myself, I feel like I've done a lot of things wrong, and if I can't finish my heart at you, I really can't sleep." She's still messing around.
"There's no need to take it personally. Good bye. "The wind spirit is determined to go.
She groaned in pain ......behind her, and the Wind Spirit looked back, her hands on the back of her head as if she was about to fall.
"What's wrong?" Wind Spirit asked.
"I was beaten by my man." She said with tears in her eyes.
"Why did he hit you?"
"Men are afraid of getting into the wrong business, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man! The devil knows he's got a problem with beating people. She cried.
"Then you should go to the police, it's not right to hit someone." The Wind Spirit suggested with envy and hatred.