722 Small Model VS Big Bennefactor (13)
"If you want to blackmail, it's nothing, I'll just look at you pitiful, oh, take it-" Xiao Mo took out the folded checkbook from his arms, took out a brush and added a few numbers, signed it in a chic manner, and threw it into Mu Xue's arms.
Because of his sudden stop, the vehicles behind him couldn't pass, and they were slowly blocked, and some people even opened the window and poked their heads out and began to curse, Xiao Mo frowned, glanced at the scolding driver coldly, and then turned back to the car and started the engine.
When the vehicle slowly bypassed Mu Xue's side, a sentence was coldly thrown out of the window, "Before talking about others, please go back and look at yourself in the mirror first, your face is full of gloom, sneer-"
The fiery red lacquered sports car galloped forward mercilessly, and the choking exhaust kicked up a huge amount of dust, choking Mu Xue and coughing constantly.
The man's words swirled in her mind, and she clutched the thin paper check, her eyes gradually reddened, and she struggled from the road to the side of the road, and finally crouched on the ground in frustration and cried.
Is she really that bad?
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Su Kui took the bus all the way home, and walked for nearly ten minutes before returning to the old tube building community where she rented.
There is no way, the original body is almost penniless, and his life and rent can only be supported by a part-time translator of some documents. How sad it is for a famous university to graduate from a prestigious university, but in the end he was troubled by those debt collectors and couldn't even find a job.
Jiang Lai's body has been in a state of anemia, Su Kui tossed for a day, and when he climbed to the fifth floor with difficulty, his head began to dizzy for a while, and his eyes turned black. This state forced her to lean against the wall and take a short breath.
Squatting at the top of the stairs for a while, she stood up against the wall, the hand that reached into her bag to take the key suddenly stopped, her eyes fell on the half-hidden security door, and her gaze was slightly cold.
She pursed her lips, slowly withdrew her hand, and pushed the door in.
The room was messy, littered with debris and glass debris, as if it had just experienced a war in which the owner was not present.
The scene in front of her was all expected, in fact, such a situation happened every few months in Jiang Lai's life, and she could basically conclude that all the valuable things in the room had been turned over.
It seems that it is time to move.
She went into the kitchen, found a boiling water bottle under the counter, poured herself a glass of water, and finally felt more comfortable, she poured another glass, closed the door, and went straight to the bedroom.
The bedroom door was ajar, and Su Kui pushed the door in, stunned for a moment.
The man in front of him was full of golden curly hair, with extremely deep facial features, and raised his hand to greet her happily, while in his other hand, he was holding a photo frame.
It was taken together when Jiang Lai's father was still alive, when her family was happy and happy, wearing a white shirt and plaid short skirt, her eyes were clear and clean, and she snuggled into her father's arms and smiled innocently.
"Hi~ My little angel, you're finally back." August put down the frame, came up to her, took her hand and kissed her.
Su Kui withdrew his hand lightly, sipped water past him and walked into the room, "I really want to know if a big producer will also break into a private house?" Do you know, what you are doing now has constituted a crime, I can call the police, I believe that soon, the front page headline about you will appear in the newspaper, it must be very good. ”
Placing the glass on the bedside table, she pulled open the locker that had been broken and looked at it. It was empty, and she pursed her lips and slammed it back.
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