Chapter 293

"How do you thank me?" It's all about the rhythm of climbing up the pole.

Song Qinghuan a burst of embarrassment and speechless: "back to invite you to dinner, then hang up first!"

"Wait, hey, hey..." The voice of the Charter suddenly stopped. Song Qinghuan hung up and turned off the phone by the way.

She will have less contact with the regulations in the future. It's better not to involve the other party, no matter who knows yesterday's people are coming for her or the regulations.

If she didn't call, she felt that she had been saved, so the constitution must have been saved. After all, she fainted before the constitution.

So even if she doesn't call, she can know that the charter is OK.

Lift a Mou, she suddenly to when resist cold dark unclear eye.

Song Qinghuan's body was slightly stiff.

Only in an instant, the cold eyes of Shi Yuhan moved away again, but song Qinghuan felt that he had just done something unforgivable.

Suddenly, let her some uncomfortable up, looking at the cold moving lips, seems to want to say something.

As a result, Yuhan suddenly got up and left her a cold and lonely figure as before.

Song Qinghuan bit her lip and continued to eat breakfast, thinking that she was just talking to the Constitution on the phone. What's so guilty and unforgivable.

He had dinner with Zhang Jie yesterday.

Although it's agreed that they can't do anything principled, how about a call from an ordinary friend.

All of a sudden, the food that has been delivered to the mouth is more and more tasteless.

Song Qinghuan doesn't want to eat any more. She gets up and goes to work with her bag.

However, she was surprised to see her mother Lu Meiyan and stepfather song Qiliang outside the community.

Song Qinghuan was shocked: "how can you be here?"

She didn't seem to tell anyone that she lived here, including Mei Jun. how could these two people come here?

Song Qiliang said with a smile: "I have a friend who said that he saw you often go in and out here and said that you must live here. At first, I didn't believe it. I didn't think it was true."

Lu Meiyan stares at Song Qinghuan and scolds angrily: "you dead girl, your mother, I suffer every day, and you live in a mansion."

Song Qinghuan looked at them with a headache: "no, it's not my home. I'm just staying at a friend's house?"

Lu Meiyan didn't believe it. She said bitterly, "it's not a common rich man who can live here. Those friends you know who have the money to let you live here? Do you think your brother took a lot of money to buy you a house here?"

Song Qinghuan was speechless: "where do you want to go? I'm too lazy to pay attention to you. I'm going to work."

To get around them, song Qinghuan wants to leave quickly, but song Qiliang rushes up again immediately and blocks her way: "Huanhuan, you can't help yourself. It's dad's bad. Now the family really needs money. If you don't help us, our family will play."

Song Qinghuan frowns. Just as she wants to make a sound, Lu Meiyan rushes over.

She clapped on Song Qiliang's shoulder and cried like a woman, saying, "You cheap man, it's good to say that if it weren't for you, would our shop not be?"

Song Qinghuan said: "what's the matter?"

Lu Meiyan cried: "your father recently met a friend who was rich, but he didn't have a small amount of money. He went gambling with others. He had lost some money before, but now it's OK. The shop has lost all its money, the deposit has gone, and he still owes a million outside."