The alcohol made her head dull, and some mess lingered in her head.

The glory of her debut, the tragedy of falling from the pride of the sky to hell overnight, escaping like a wild dog, and then being a lady in a private club.

She did have a brilliant time in that club for a while, but with the arrival of newcomers, old people like her gradually became unpopular, so she could only return to China again and return to Luo Juntian to seek a place to live.

has made a comeback, but no one wants to look for her except for a little late-night entertainment program, Fu Tingyuan brought her shadow, he personally destroyed what she cared about the most, and let her fall into this boundless hell.

What's even more ridiculous is that she still has to survive with his aura.

Her body lying on the bed kept spasming.

She's daddicted.

Luo Zhiying struggled to get up from the bed, took out the D product he had just bought from his bag, poured a little into the palm of his hand, inhaled hard, and then lay on the bed and waited quietly for the attack.

She knew that this thing would soon free her from her hopeless hatred.

Her body was fluttering, she finally felt comfortable, Fu Tingyuan, Luo Nanchu, or Luo Juntian, all the people or things in this world have nothing to do with her......

Luo Zhiying lay on the bed and fell asleep comfortably.

*

When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.

She lay on the bed for a moment, looking at the sun that was already setting west, and then sat up from the bed.

She went in and brushed her teeth, then went downstairs to eat something.

There was no one at home, so it was extremely quiet, Luo Zhiying ate a few bites of lunch with her face up, and soon lost her appetite, threw the chopsticks on the table, she went to the living room and turned on the TV to watch a TV program for a while.

The entertainment industry has changed a lot, and now the faces on TV are already new faces, and the three words "Luo Zhiying" are gradually no longer mentioned.

But she could never get back to that stage.

After looking at it for a while, she felt that she couldn't bear it, so she threw the remote control on the ground in a fit of rage, and stepped on it a few more times before she went upstairs angrily.

The servants who were guarding watched her back, and waited until her figure disappeared at the top of the stairs before retracting their gaze and looking at each other.

In the past few years, Luo Zhiying has become more and more irritable, sometimes he goes crazy for no reason, and the remote control at home does not know how many have been changed.

I don't know how a person like Luo Juntian could give birth to such a daughter, and even always prefer it.

Luo Zhiying went back upstairs, sat on the dressing table and began to put on makeup.

The woman in the mirror is still delicate, but no matter how good the makeup is, it can't hide the haggard skin of her skin, and the shadows brought by sucking and drinking are obvious.

She finished her makeup, then carried her bag and planned to go out, and then, as if thinking of something, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and clicked on it a few times.

There were several text messages from the bank, showing the message that the account was frozen.

Luo Zhiying looked at the text message and was stunned for a moment, then sneered.

Did you really freeze her account?

She casually dropped her phone back in her bag, opened the door and walked out.

What kind of thing, to threaten her with such a loa? Think she really has to rely on her?

She has a way of making money.