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After losing a bottle of liquid, he slept for a long time. When he woke up, Zhao Xin'er found that her fever had subsided. She didn't have much money on her, so she didn't dare stay in the hospital.

Outside the clinic, it was sunny and it was the weekend. Countless families were holding hands with their children as they walked along the street. There were several groups of handsome parents, and Zhao Xin'er looked at them with a complicated smile.

She wanted this kind of happiness, and she almost got it. But now, such ordinary happiness was too far away for her.

A fat, ordinary-looking woman walked by with her son in tow. The man following her seemed to be her husband, carrying a big and small bag. Zhao Xin'er felt her heart aching. A woman who was not as beautiful as her and had a body that was not as big as hers actually had a husband that doted on her and a good son.

This world was truly unfair.

He waved his hand and called a taxi straight to the headquarters of the Mysterious Nova Network. Even if he couldn't get back on good terms with Song Mingjian, it would be good for him to stay there and extort some money.

If it wasn't for her falling in love with Song Mingjian back then, how could she have met with so many unforeseen events in the future? Moreover, she was so good to Song Mingjian back then. Not only did she write novels in his web of stories, she even washed and cooked for him. The him of today, how could he be so heartless!

When Zhao Xin'er rushed to the company, Ou Shihao just came back. Seeing Zhao Xin'er coming back, Ou Shihao complained incessantly in his heart. Little Ancestor, why is it that you're like a piece of candy, you can't get rid of it no matter how hard you touch it.

It was not good for customers to see Zhao Xin'er lying outside the company's door everyday. Ou Shihao walked over to Zhao Xin'er and tried his best to persuade her gently, "Miss Zhao, please don't make things difficult for yourself. I will not see you."

Zhao Xin'er slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with disdain. He spoke in a haughty and reserved manner: "You are not a worm in Boss Song's stomach, how do you know what he is thinking?"

How could Ou Shihao not hear the contempt in her voice? He also didn't want to endure it any longer. All these years, even though Song Mingjian had been angry at him before, he had never underestimated him. Yesterday, you stood there for an entire day, yet Boss Song did not see you. Are you still not giving up? "

"If Song Mingjian doesn't come to see me, then I won't leave for a day." Zhao Xin'er sat on the ground as she said that. Once a person was shameless, they would disregard all appearances. I have to ask that man in front of me. I was so nice to him back then. If he treats me like this now, his conscience has been eaten by dogs. "

Ou Shihao wanted to vomit. Love was something that he and he wanted. If he loved his, he would naturally give it for his. Back then, Zhao Xin'er had always been good to Song, but Director Song had given her even more in return. Her writing style and plot were not the best. Song Ming put her novel on the first page to be recommended by the public, which caused many authors to be dissatisfied.

At that time, Zhao Xin'er's calligraphy skills could at most be considered as one of the Little Gods. With her acting so coquettishly, Song Mingjian forcefully brought her into the ranks of the top platinum authors. In order to protect her vanity, but Zhao Xin'er? Whenever a reader called her "a bit poorly written," she asked Song Mingjian to seal the reader's account.

In these past few years, Zhao Xin'er's glass heart had not changed at all, and she had even learned how to be a moral kidnapper. Ou Shihao could not help but silently curse Song Mingjian. Was he blind that year? How to choose this woman.

After Ou Shihao entered the office, he reported to Song Mingjian, "Zhao Xin`er is here again." Song Mingjian, who was signing his name, frowned and used a force on his finger to cut a slit on the white paper.

This was the prelude to being angry, and it was the beginning of being angry at the same time! Ou Shihao was so scared that he was about to run away. Song Mingjian was already roaring: "As a dignified assistant president, you can't even handle a single woman?"

If I could get rid of women, would I have to be single?" But in his heart he said, "Well, I will end the evil that you have done for yourself.

Song Ming threw the worn-out contract into the shredder and wrote another contract. As he signed, he said, "You have two choices. Either make the woman downstairs disappear immediately. Or you go from assistant to cleaner, and the office building has thirty floors, enough to keep you busy. "

As soon as he finished, Ou Shihao ran out of the office. Miss Zhao, don't blame me for being impolite. After all, I didn't want to change from the glamorous Assistant President to the janitor with the broom and shovel running up and down the stairs.

After making a phone call, he majestically said, "Mr. Sun, can I borrow a few people?"

A few men who were wearing ripped jeans and holding cigarettes in their mouths walked over to Zhao Xin'er. The leader of the group, who had yellow hair, looked at her sideways and said in a vulgar tone, "Girl, are you going to be a street girl? "You're still young and yet you came out to take care of work, is the ground below still tight?"

A purple-haired man at the side said lightly, "The front is not tight, but the back is tight."

One of them blew smoke rings through his hair and looked at Zhao Xin'er from head to toe, "Tsk, no breasts, no fart, no charm."

Such vulgar words made Zhao Xin'er blush. She wanted to leave, but the men held her back. The blonde continued, "What are you pretending to be serious about? I saw you standing here yesterday. DuDu, you don't like your big brother? "

While they were talking, a few of them reached out to pull Zhao Xin'er's clothes, pulling her sleeves, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling her collar. "Zhao Xin'er was scared out of her wits when she was surrounded by these people." Let me go, help me! " The passersby only looked at her, but continued to walk their own path.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xin`er's jacket was taken off and a large part of her fair skin was exposed. She desperately hugged herself. Let go of me, you rogue! "

"What are you pretending for, stand here and put on a show." The purple-haired man whistled and immediately, a dirty van drove over. A few people dragged the disheveled Zhao Xin'er into the car. As soon as the driver stepped on the gas, the van drove through the streets and lanes to the village road.

Zhao Xin'er was scared out of her wits. What were these people trying to do? She could easily figure it out. Heavens, how could she be so unlucky? The few hooligans in the car were getting more and more vulgar. They touched her body from head to toe with their hands. Zhao Xin'er felt bashful and angry as she cursed with all her might.

A rag was stuffed into her mouth, and she could no longer make a sound. Knowing that resistance was useless, she could only open her eyes, fearfully waiting for the consequences.

His clothes were stripped clean and he said with a look of disdain, "F * ck, is this a skeleton? "Which guy can get their body to be tough?"

Flowery hair pulled out a thought camera, snapping photos as he said, "De, who told you to fuck her? "God knows how dirty this woman is!"

Zhao Xin'er desperately struggled. She was naked. If she fell into someone else's hands, it would be equivalent to him controlling her trump card. She naturally understood the consequences of that.