The dim light in the room was mostly blocked by the rattling roller shutters.

Song Qitang stepped on the handle with one foot and stood motionless at the door, "Sister Mei, you have a good acquaintance, you can't really let me be sold by you and help you count your hard-earned money, come out to mix, you should always talk about morality." ”

Sun Mei was stunned, she didn't expect that Song Qitang, who was usually soft persimmons, would have such a side.

Last night, Song Qitang was arranged to sleep with him.

I never thought that Boss Qian temporarily missed the appointment, and as for the follow-up, Sun Mei didn't know.

originally thought that Song Qitang would accept it after seeing through it, and everyone tacitly fooled the past, but now this posture is ......

"Xiao Song, sister is also good for you, Boss Qian fell in love with you at first sight, although you can only make him small, but you have been in, your character is stained, and it is impossible for serious parents to accept you as a daughter-in-law."

"Now that you know I've been in, you should be mentally prepared for me not to be easy to get through."

Song Qitang took out his mobile phone from his bag.

The model of five years ago has not kept up with the times, and the video shot is still quite clear.

"No matter what your original intention was to help me, you really solved my urgent need at the beginning, I actually admire you very much, you are working so hard to win back the custody of your daughter."

She pointed the short video of the store's recovery of gutter oil at Sun Mei, "This world can't be black and white forever, but you are a woman, and you shouldn't trample on another innocent woman with such dirty means." ”

"Rabbits are in a hurry, they will bite after all."

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Food stalls are located in the downtown area.

Song Qitang put the bag containing the salary in front of him and carefully guarded it.

At present, the family's expenses are all maintained by her, and not a penny can be wasted.

In the past, she never dreamed that she would also worry about money.

Then...... The last thing she lacks is money and the love of everyone.

Song Qitang rubbed his hands and wandered aimlessly along the street, looking for suitable job advertisements nearby, and planned to go to the talent market again in the afternoon.

When I walked to Center Street, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't eaten all night, so I bought two fritters to satisfy my hunger.

Someone next to him came over and said, "Miss, look at this." ”

Song Qitang took the promotional brochure, his eyes touched the cover, and his thin figure was quietly quiet.

After the Jiang family's Qiyue Group annexed the Song family, it became the only leading boss in the domestic jewelry industry.

Bincheng is about to hold an international jewelry exhibition, and Jiang Yanxing participated as an invited guest.

Seeing Jiang Yanxing's photo, Song Qitangsen pursed his lips coldly, didn't turn it down again, and used it to wrap fritters.

The oil gradually penetrated the man's handsome eyebrows, and she looked at it without waves, but her back was cold and hot.

Turning sideways in confusion, Song Qitang's gaze settled on the top-equipped business vehicle not far away.

The moment the four eyes met, her chest sank, and she subconsciously pinched the fritters in her hand.

Jiang Yanxing in the car was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes were cold and silent, and his face with perfect lines could not distinguish emotions.

But Song Qitang knew that his actions just now were all in his eyes.

Jiang Yanxing glanced at Song Qitang dispensably for half a second, his black eyes lazily swept over her shabby clothes, and he stayed for a moment in the album she deliberately soiled, and a light smile appeared on the side of his lips.

Song Qitang opened his eyes, and the corners of his forehead were pale reflected by the sunlight.

The moment the green light came on, she threw the fritters that she had only eaten two bites into the trash can and didn't look back.

Maybe it's cooled down, Song Qitang wrapped his coat tightly, and still couldn't dispel the cold in his heart.

After taking a few steps, the mobile phone rang, and a string of unfamiliar numbers jumped into view.

Song Qitang's heart was grabbed for no reason, and he quickly settled down and connected his ears.

The immature voice came intermittently with a cry, "Tangtang, where are you?" …… You're coming back! Grandma fell again, and we're in the hospital now, and she's not going to let me call you......"