“.” Luo Zhiying paused for a second, and then a bright smile rose at the corner of his lips, "You give me money, one million to see once, two million to see twice, whether it is capped or not, how about it?" ”

Rao is Luo Nanchu didn't have much expectations for this matter at the beginning, and now she has refreshed the bottom line by her shameless admission.

Luo Nanchu's breath was slightly suffocated, and he clenched his fists: "Luo Zhiying, do you know that Dad is looking forward to you going over to see him every day?" You beat him to a moderate concussion, don't you feel guilty at all?! ”

Luo Zhiying still had such a nonchalant smile on her face, she walked in, casually kicked off the high heels on her feet, walked barefoot behind Luo Nanchu, and threw her bag on the sofa. "Guilt? Why should I feel guilty? Her tone was indifferent and ruthless, her arm was on Luo Nanchu's shoulder, she approached her body, and seemed to smile, "Who is the person who should be guilty?" It's not your fault that our family has become like this! ”

Luo Nanchu pushed her away, she turned to look at Luo Zhiying looking at her sarcastic eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Even if I'm sorry for you, Dad is never sorry for you!" Has he treated you badly over the years? As for you to transfer your hatred for me to him?! ”

"It's not that he's partial!" Luo Zhiying's eyes were full of hatred when he looked at her, "If it weren't for you, would I have been reduced to this?" Look at me, look at you! Luo Nanchu, I have nothing! What you get now is mine! You robbed me of everything, and he gave you the best! You're still in front of me, pretend! If you really feel guilty about me, you will die, you have harmed me like this, what qualifications do you have to live in this world! ”

Chiguo and vicious hatred, like a sharp arrow stained with poisonous juice, spewed out of Luo Zhiying's mouth, Luo Nanchu from her words,.

Luo Zhiying hates her, not only hates her, but also hates Luo Juntian, just because she is better off than her now.

Luo Nanchu was a little incredulous: "Luo Zhiying, you hate me, why do you hate Dad?" He has worked hard for your business, what has he done to you all these years? Because you can't live independently, he even gave you the money I gave Xiaoyi, what are you dissatisfied with him? ”

When Luo Zhiying heard this, he sneered: "What kind of money is your little money compared to what you have now?" ”

Luo Nanchu gradually understood, "Are you jealous of me? ”

Luo Zhiying's face distorted slightly for a moment, and the darkest emotions in his heart that he was most reluctant to admit seemed to be summed up by Luo Nanchu in two words.

All her emotions towards Luo Nanchu these days are nothing more than the word "jealousy".

Jealous that she had a beloved man, jealous that she had a child of her own, jealous of her, jealous of everything she didn't have, everything she couldn't have anymore.

Those negative emotions accumulated over the years are like the last straw that crushes the camel, she is jealous that Luo Nanchu can still get up after suffering all this, and she herself can only go with the flow, let those filths permeate her whole body, jealous that she can not only get away with her whole body, but even live so well.