Cen Xiang wanted to kill Li Guangyan for not a day or two.

This thought is especially strong when he kicks him into the bathroom and throws him into the bathtub.

Li Guangyan picked up the shower and rushed at Cen Xiang for a while before walking away.

Cen Xiang thought that this was the end of the matter, but he didn't expect him to come back soon with an extra stack of cash in his hand.

"How much the can you make by selling it?"

Li Guangyan smashed the stack of banknotes into Cen Xiang's face.

There was a snap, as loud as a slap.

Cen Xiang's laughter was more ugly than crying.

"Mr. Li, I only accompany the wine, I don't come out, and I can't make a lot of money."

His waist was kicked by Li Guangyan and it hurt so much that Cen Xiang jumped out word by word.

Hearing this, Li Guangyan sneered, didn't say anything, got up and walked out.

This time I really left, and I didn't come back.

When Li Guangyan dragged Cen Xiang out of the clubhouse, she was wearing only a thin sundress.

In the cold winter, Cen Xiang thought that he would either freeze to death tonight or be beaten to death by Li Guangyan.

However, it was okay, but he didn't die.

The shower was ice water, Cen Xiang's body was numb from the cold, and he shivered and picked up the banknotes in the water.

The hand no longer obeyed the call, fished out a few, dropped one, and finally fished them all out.

Cen Xiang carefully put the money on the washstand, took off his skirt, and dried his body with a bath towel.

She found a few clothes for Le Quang Yan in the closet of her room.

Li Guangyan is 1.85 meters, 20 centimeters taller than Cen Xiang.

A white shirt, a gray sweater, and a black coat were draped over her, wide and baggy.

She couldn't find the right pants.

Li Guangyan's pants were too long, and Cen Xiang finally decided not to wear pants.

The black tweed jacket was worn over her, the hem of which was just up to her knees.

It was freezing outside, Cen Xiang walked out of the corridor, and his legs were frozen hard in an instant.

She ran as hard as she could, all the way to the gate of the compound, where she stopped a taxi.

There was heating in the car, and Cen Xiang took a long time to recover.

His body was warm and comfortable, but Cen Xiang cried.

She didn't know which house Li Guangyan was in just now, and she didn't know why Li Guangyan wanted to treat herself like this.

I don't know why Li Guangyan could be so angry.

Li Guangyan's monstrous anger came inexplicably, and Cen Xiang couldn't figure it out.

She and he hadn't seen each other in six years.

Tonight at the clubhouse, she is the princess, he is the guest.

She accompanies the wine, and he pours the wine.

It's just that she didn't accompany him, and he didn't pour her.

Is it necessary to be so angry?

Cen Xiang couldn't figure it out even if he wanted to break his head, and in the end he could only blame Li Guangyan for being possessive, paranoid and sick.

Perhaps, in Lai Quang Yan's principle, what he has ruined, others are not allowed to spoil again.

Cen Xiang was ruined by Li Guangyan when he was eighteen years old.

Li Guangyan ruined people so badly that he almost ruined half of Cen Xiang's life.

Cen Xiang sat in the warm car, remembering that night six years ago, his heart was still like being in an ice cellar.

Before getting out of the car, Cen Xiang gave the driver a wet red ticket.

The driver took the soaked money, looked at Cen Xiang's smudged face, and asked her for forty yuan.

Cen Xiang's bag was still in the clubhouse, she had no mobile phone, no keys, so she could only gently tap the door.

The second brother Cen An soon heard the movement and came out to open the door for her.

"You-" Cen An looked at Cen Xiang in surprise, and was interrupted by her as soon as he spoke.

"Take it and buy a new schoolbag for Xiao Yue, and keep the rest to pay back."

Xiao Yue is Cen An's son, that is, Cen Xiang's nephew.

Cen Xiang stuffed the money to Cen An and ran back to his room.

Cen An froze in place, looked at the thick stack of damp hundred-yuan bills in his hand, and walked to the door of his sister's room.

"Xiangxiang, where did this money come from?"

Cen Xiang replied through the door: "Tips from guests." ”

As long as she didn't say it, she thought, tonight's events would be a secret.

Cen Xiang has a lot of secrets.

For example, she once really loved Li Guangyan.

For another example, Xiao Yue is actually not her nephew, but her son.