Jia Feifei understood, it is impossible for the landlord to leave a person who has intentions for the building here, and it will not be good to have a good daily life when the time comes.

In this way, her guilt was gone.

As the original inhabitants of the building, Bo Zhiya felt that the place where he lived could be so crowded for the first time.

"Bo Zhiya?!"

The sharp woman's voice sounded suddenly, and the smell of inferior perfume jumped into Bo Zhiya's nostrils, and the young man frowned, paused, and then quickened his pace and walked forward.

He could hear who was calling him, but he didn't want to see the man.

It's the devil! It's a nightmare!

shouted at him in front of outsiders, was gentle and gentle, and was cold and violent in private, and tried his best to make him depressed.

His stepmother, the most hypocritical woman in the world, also killed his mother, the best friend.

Wang Mingwan stared at the direction of Bo Zhiya's distance with a pair of beautiful eyes, the crowd around her pushed and shoved, she was wearing shoes with broken heels, she was not walking fast, and she couldn't catch up with Bo Zhiya.

But it didn't matter, she knew that the woman had bought her son's residence before she died.

Anyway, it was a little lamb cub who could be slaughtered, Wang Ming took care of the extravagant haute couture that had been worn for several days and looked very dirty, and showed a smile that was bound to win.

Her stepson seems to be doing well in this building......

Then she's going to be better.

Xin Meilan walked out of the wealth value lending bank, and she still felt like a world away, and in the blink of an eye, she had the common currency of this building.

Raising her eyes and seeing Wang Mingwan standing outside, Xin Meilan leaned over curiously and asked, "Mrs. Bo, how much wealth did you just borrow?" ”

"I'm not going to borrow that so-called wealth value, don't you have a debt if you borrow? I'm not the type of person who loves to be in debt. Wang Mingwan shrugged her shoulders and didn't panic at all.

As soon as these words came out, Xin Meilan smiled awkwardly and ignored Wang Mingwan.

In the name of the wife of the president of Bo Group, Wang Mingwan has always felt that she can return to her previous life as a noblewoman.

Although Bo Jianli died, he left behind a huge fortune, and according to his will, before Bo Zhiya was 18 years old, his part was entrusted to Wang Mingwan.

So Wang Mingwan didn't panic at all, she felt that she should be the most confident rich wife in the natural disaster.

Borrowing wealth is worth something, it doesn't exist, she has a dear stepson to exploit.

Wang Feng exhaled secretly, clenched his fists crampedly, and shouted at the first batch of people to gather.

"Eh, what's the change? Just now he was obviously a handsome young man with colorful hair. ”

Gu Yu asked vigilantly, the trembling of his fingertips revealing his nervousness.

He was so scared, the owner of the building killed Cao Wurui in an instant, and the guide was suddenly replaced, it was hard not to think if there was any conspiracy involved.

Wang Feng honestly touched the back of his head, remembered Bo Zhiya's advice, and retold according to his explanation: "His creditor came to him to collect debts again, and he begged me for a while before I agreed to help." ”

Wang Mingwan's heart was stunned, she took a few steps forward, and hurriedly asked, "This master, how much wealth does he owe?" Is the salary of the person who leads the way only a little bit? ”

She obviously saw Bo Zhiya wearing new clothes, how could her life here be difficult?

The first batch of people has been gathered, and the woman who asked was obviously not the homeless person that Wang Feng was responsible for leading.

The woman's clothes were in tatters, and her face was not covered with any makeup, but she could still be seen to be an extremely beautiful woman.

She must have been the enemy who killed his mother, as Bo Zhiya said.