Chapter 703

"If you want to blackmail it's nothing, I'll take pity on you. Here, take it -" Xiao Mo took out a stack of checkbooks from his arms, took out a brush and added some numbers, signed them smartly and threw them into mu xuehuai.

Because of his sudden stop, the traffic behind him could not pass, and it was slowly blocked up. Someone even opened the window and stuck his head out to curse. Xiao Mo frowned, glanced at the scolding driver coldly, then turned back to the car and started the engine.

When the vehicle slowly bypassed Moxue, a word came out of the window coldly, "before you talk about others, please go back to look at yourself in the mirror first, look at yourself with a face full of gloom and hiss --"

the fire red bright paint sports car rushed forward relentlessly, the choking exhaust gas rolled up huge dust, choking Moxue constantly coughing.

The man's words kept spinning in her mind. She was holding a thin paper check. Her eyes were red gradually. She struggled to walk from the road to the side of the road. At last, she squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Is she really so bad?

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Su Kui took the bus all the way home and walked for nearly ten minutes before returning to the old apartment block where she rented.

No way. I was almost penniless. My life and rent could only be supported by part-time translation of some documents. It's sad that a famous university graduates, but at last those debt collectors make it impossible to find a job.

Jiang Lai's body has been in a state of anemia. Su Kui has been struggling for a day. When he climbs to the fifth floor, his head begins to faint and his eyes turn black. This state forced her to lean against the wall for a short rest.

After squatting for a while at the entrance of the stairs, she stood up against the wall, reached into the bag and suddenly stopped holding the key. Her eyes fell on the half hidden anti-theft door, and her eyes were slightly cold.

She pursed her lips, slowly pulled out her hand and pushed the door in.

The room was in a mess, full of debris and glass debris, as if it had just experienced a war in which the owner was not present.

In fact, this happens every few months in jianglai's life. She can almost conclude that all the valuable things in the room have been turned away.

It seems time to move.

She went into the kitchen, found an open water bottle under the streamlined platform, poured herself a glass of water, and finally she was more comfortable. She poured another glass, closed the door and went straight to the bedroom.

The bedroom door is half open, Su Kui pushes the door to enter, stupefied.

The man in front of him had blonde curly hair and deep facial features. He raised his hand happily to greet her, while his other hand was holding a picture frame.

It was taken together by Jiang Lai's father when he was still alive. At that time, her family was happy and happy. She was wearing a white shirt and plaid skirt, her eyes were clear and clean, and she was innocent and smiling in her father's arms.

"Hi ~ my little angel, you're back at last." Auguste put down the frame, came up and held her hand and kissed her.

Su Kui drew back his hand lightly, sipped the water and crossed him into the room. "I'd like to know if a big producer would force himself into the house, too? Do you know that your current practice has constituted a crime? I can call the police. I believe that soon there will be a front page headline about you in the newspaper. It must be very nice. "

Put the water cup on the bedside table, she opened the drawer that had been broken and looked at it. It was empty. She pursed her lips and thumped them back.