"I was distracted just now, I'm sorry, my leg injury is fine, see you next time."

Before Liu Juxing's lines were spoken, Shu Ange finished his words crackling first.

She was about to leave, when the system prompt suddenly sounded: "The goal of this mission strategy has appeared, and the current opinion is 30." ”

The person who can make the system speak and prompt is naturally not Liu Juxing.

Shu Ange, who took two steps out, stopped, turned around and smiled at Liu Juxing: "Hello, my leg hurts a little, I plan to take a film to see the situation, can you leave the contact information of the owner?" ”

Liu Juxing's eyes widened, okay, it turns out that there are so many routines for touching porcelain now.

People don't bother to ask for a small amount of money of a few thousand yuan, so they go directly to the owner of the car.

Without waiting for Liu Juxing to answer, Shu Ange walked directly to the car, reached out and knocked on the car glass.

"Little girl, you can't do this, there is money here, you should take it to the hospital for a check-up."

Yu Xuefeng sat in the car, unaware of what was happening outside.

The sound of a knock on the window sounded, and he frowned slightly and rolled the window down.

Short hair, black-edged flat mirrors, calm and unwavering eyes, sickly white that has not seen sunlight all year round, and a pair of hands that are more beautiful than a woman.

"Hello, my name is He Yunlan, can you give me a copy of your business card?"

Liu Juxing had a bitter face and hurriedly chased after him: "Little girl, you have to be authentic." Kyoto is full of luxury cars, and you can't keep an eye on our boss. ”

It's him.

The feeling that the people in the car give Shu Ange is the same as every time he meets Dihua's doppelganger.

"Why?"

Yu Xuefeng typed the code quickly and asked the reason casually.

Everything needs a reason, like why he gave his business card to a stranger.

"Because, your car touched me. I'm afraid that I won't be able to work these days, and I need to ......."

Sure enough, Liu Juxing wailed in his heart, now that he is young, he is not good at learning, but he is learning to touch porcelain.

"Boss, don't worry about this, let's call the police directly."

Hearing that Liu Juxing was going to call the police, Shu Ange smiled slightly: "I'm joking, there's nothing wrong with my leg, let's go." ”

She glanced at Yu Xuefeng, carried her handbag, and walked forward with a slight stagger.

Liu Juxing couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in this little girl's gourd.

Over there, Yu Xuefeng hit the enter key heavily, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Give her my business card."

“……”

The small business card is like a soldering iron, hot in Liu Juxing's palm.

"Boss, you are still young, and the more beautiful the little girls now, the more they can deceive people, and they have a lot of routines."

"Business cards for her, inspiration."

Her expression and tone when she spoke aroused Yu Xuefeng's inspiration, allowing him to successfully break through a shackle.

Yu Xuefeng repeated it again, Liu Juxing didn't dare to make his own decisions anymore, so he walked on two short legs and caught up with Shu Ange against the big sun.

"Here, a business card from our boss. Little girl, you are still young, listen to your uncle's advice, you must take the right path. Don't think about shortcuts, the higher you climb, the worse you fall. ”

After Liu Juxing sent his business card, he gave away today's share of "Xingshi Hengyan" for free.

"Thank you, uncle, I'll go the right way."

Shu Ange's well-behaved smile reminded Liu Juxing of a domestic rabbit.

On closer inspection, although this kid is a little anxious, his complexion is not very good, and he is not too annoying type.

[Black and white studio Yu Xuefeng email:]

Handwritten signatures, as strict as print, are only mailboxes outside the black-and-white studio.

This is the only connection between the two of them.

Shu Ange put away his business card and returned to the Lijing apartment.

Wu Yu shouted to pick her up and wash the dust for her, but she refused.

The door was locked, Shu Ange opened the door, and first smelled a rusty smell.

She put her things down, turned on the wall lamp, rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning.

A messy environment can affect people's mood, especially in a bathroom like a murder scene.

The lighting is a little more blurry, and you can shoot ghost movies directly here.

After finally cleaning everything up, Shu Ange took out his mobile phone and notebook, and counted the credit cards and small loans that He Yunlan had borrowed one by one.

The original owner had counted it, and halfway through the count, it stopped in the irritability and sleepiness.

After counting and sorting out all the assets of the original owner, Shu Ange lay on the sofa melancholy.

190,000 yuan was borrowed from credit cards, and more than 400,000 yuan were added up to small loans.

The debt of nearly six or seven hundred thousand yuan is pressed on a little girl, and there is really no way for people to live.

Mo Zimo is not a black belly, but clearly from the hair to the soles of his feet, and there is no place that can be washed white.

"Entrepreneurship?"

It's really enviable to start a business.

The original owner was born in music, and he was beautiful and had a sweet voice.

If you don't drink too much and burn your throat, singing is a good way out.

Mo Zimo is a finance major and Lin Qing is an art major.

The two have known each other since high school and have always been good brothers until He Yunlan became a catalyst for the change in their relationship.

"Even if you are a catalyst, you have to be a catalyst with ideals."

Mo Zimo coaxed He Yunlan, entertained him and solicited customers for him, and used the money earned to support Lin Qing's dream.

Held an art exhibition for Lin Qing and established Qingmo Culture Media Company.

In the end, Lin Qing finally became a well-known painter. Mo Zimo, a good friend who endures the filthy world and works hard to make money in order to support his brother's hobbies, has also become a good story with him.

In the threesome, there is always no name - in fact, it is He Yunlan.

All the light seemed to be sucked away by the dark windows.

The room was silent, not a single sound blended in.

Shu Ange's chest was loud and uneven, as if she wanted to break through all obstacles and find a direction that could make her free.

When all his thoughts sank into the boundless darkness, Shu Ange suddenly opened his eyes.

She is on the balcony and can jump from the second floor with a slight flip.

"Second floor...... You can't fall to the death. ”

The Shu'an singer pressed the railing, squinting his eyes slightly, and a sweet smile on the corner of his lips.

This task is not simple.

It's not so much the emotions of the original owner that affect her.

Rather, it was some kind of force that tried to make her think that it was the emotions of the original owner that affected her.

He Yunlan sought death again and again because she still had a desire for life in her heart.

It's like a person floating in the boundless sea, stared at by a thousand eyes.

Just wait for a moment for this small and helpless soul to completely fall into the dark bottom of the sea.

And in the distant place, there is a bright light, so that this soul is reluctant to give up and persistently search.

Despair and hope are two sides of the same coin.

She didn't have the worst cards in her hand, so why should she be so desperate as to commit suicide.