Chapter 3 Treat it as a transaction

Qiao Yue didn't expect Su Mingyuan to say this, her heart was almost broken, and the injury in her eyes could no longer be hidden.

She knew that eight years ago, he had identified himself as a bad woman.

Qiao Yue held her breath, suppressed and didn't let herself cry, she closed her eyes hard, and when she opened them again, her eyes were already empty and dark, and her voice was cold and thin.

"That's right, I was going to find someone else, but I went into the wrong room and slept with the wrong person, I'm sorry." Anyway, in Su Mingyuan's heart, she is a shameless woman.

But why did her heart hurt so much when she said these words, that she could barely breathe?

Su Mingyuan didn't expect Qiao Yue to say these words, her eyes were instantly dark, and a storm of anger was gathering, but she didn't expect that she really planned to find someone else, and went into her room by mistake, if she didn't make a mistake last night, then ......

Su Mingyuan didn't dare to think about it further, otherwise he was afraid that he would not be able to help but walk over and strangle her.

Qiao Yue felt that the air around her body was suddenly a few degrees colder, she looked up at Su Mingyuan, saw the anger in his eyes clearly, her shoulders couldn't help but shrink, and she subconsciously moved a step back.

Su Mingyuan saw her little action, and her heart was even more angry, she actually wanted to find another man, Su Mingyuan looked at Qiao Yue coldly, and he turned around and left suddenly.

Qiao Yue was stunned, and before she could react to what Su Mingyuan was going to do, she saw him walk out with a wallet, her heart sank suddenly, her eyes were hurt, and she turned around to escape.

"Miss Joe." Su Mingyuan's voice remembered coldly behind her, as if it had magical power, Qiao Yue subconsciously stopped.

"Since we're already asleep, I can't treat you badly." As soon as her words fell, Qiao Yue felt a pile of things fall on her back, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Qiao Yue turned around slowly, looked down and saw a dazzling red banknote on the ground, and she was instantly stunned.

Qiao Yue didn't expect that in Su Mingyuan's heart, she was the same as those women who used their bodies to make money.

In the past eight years, in order to make up for the shortfall of her father's stolen money, Qiao Yue sold her car and house, and everything that could be sold at home was exchanged for money and handed over, just to reduce her father's sins and strive for leniency.

She used to have no even a hundred yuan on her, for the information fee of twenty yuan, she hid in the corner and cried, and when she couldn't get money for her part-time job, she only ate one steamed bun a day.

She was not old enough, so she went to work in a dumpling shop, in order to save money, she took away other people's leftover dumplings for breakfast the next day, and in the hardest two years, she didn't even buy a pair of socks.

At this time, this pile of red banknotes was placed in front of her.

Qiao Yue's eyes were a little sour, tears blurred her vision, she slowly squatted down and picked up a hundred-yuan bill, "Thank you." She said these two words to Su Mingyuan abruptly.

"Get out!" Su Mingyuan roared angrily.

Qiao Yue's face was calm, she didn't look at him again, took the red banknote, turned around and opened the door and left.

Su Mingyuan couldn't have imagined everything Qiao Yue had experienced in the past few years, in his impression, she was the mayor's daughter, and she had never suffered hardships.

When he saw Qiao Yue bending down to pick up the money, he found that his heart was not as happy as he imagined, but even more panicked, and the moment Qiao Yue bent over, he almost couldn't help but pull her back.