Qiao Jiang had a not-so-good dream. She was studying in a university in other places, and she had to take the high-speed train back and forth every three months to visit Gao Jinlan. Her time was very full, reading while eating, and picking up food while walking. She was reading financial news on her mobile phone. Her roommates all went on dates on weekends. Only she found an internship company early and worked overtime every weekend.
It was Gao Jinlan's birthday, October 16th. She bought a cake and gave Gao Jinlan a bottle of Chanel perfume. Before leaving, she secretly stuffed 3,000 yuan into Gao Jinlan's wallet. She remembered that night The moon was very bright. After her birthday, she was rushing to attend tomorrow's morning class. She took the train back to school that night. When she was getting water from her bag on the way, she saw a stack of money in the middle of her bag.
A total of six thousand yuan.
She cried without warning, without any sound, just tears streaming down her face.
She gritted her teeth and told herself that she would make a lot of money in the future, buy a house, and give Gao Jinlan a new home.
That was the period when she was at her poorest. First, she paid Qiao Xinwei a sum of money, and then she lost 50,000 to 60,000 yuan due to a failure in stock trading. Later, she went to college and signed up for French tutoring classes outside, and even spent money to buy a financial teacher online. Listen to the course.
She squeezed in a four-hour round trip on the subway, took the last train at eleven o'clock at night, watched the stars at three o'clock in the morning, and ate steamed buns that had gone stale.
But as soon as the alarm clock rings at six in the morning, she will return to the Qiao Jiang in the eyes of everyone, cold and powerful.
The cell phone on the table was ringing. Before Qiao Jiang opened her eyes, she reached out with her arm, touched the cell phone, and swiped to answer the call. It was a call from the factory, asking her if the person in charge of inspection had changed and who would be responsible for signing in the future.
Qiao Jiang's voice was hoarse. After answering the call, she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
While drying her hair in her bathrobe, she faintly heard noises outside. She opened the door and saw that there was no one on the corridor. Cheng Biyu's roar came from Zhang Yunyun's room: "I'll fucking kill you -"
followed by The shattering sound of the desk lamp falling to the ground.
Qiao Jiang went in and saw that Cheng Biyu was beating Chen Zhongsheng on the bed, Gao Jinlan and his aunt were having a fight, and Zhang Yunyun was sitting on the bed holding her head as if she was stupid.
Qiao Jiang pushed Gao Jinlan out: "Mom, get out."
"Zhang Yunyun, you can damn well do it! You've been with me for so long, and you didn't let me touch you. Now you're sleeping with this idiot, and you let me have this face." Where to put it?! Chen Zhongsheng! Get up!" Cheng Biyu kicked Chen Zhongsheng off the bed because he drank too much last night.
It was as if he was still awake and his eyes were blank.
Qiao Jiang stood in front of the bed and faced Cheng Biyu with a cold expression: "Go out and let them put on their clothes before we talk."
"Qiao Jiang!" Cheng Biyu saw her and his teeth itched with hatred, "You'd better not give me more. Nosy! I'm telling you, I'm going crazy, I'll even hit women!"
He knocked Qiao Jiang away, picked up Chen Zhongsheng from under the bed, and raised his hand to beat her again.
Qiao Jiang reached out and grabbed his arm: "Cheng Biyu, I only say this once, get out."
"You are the one who wants to get out!" Cheng Biyu threw her away fiercely, and Qiao Jiang was thrown directly to the ground and outside the door. Gao Jinlan's voice came faintly: "Yan Zhao, you're here just in time, come in quickly..."
As soon as Yan Zhao came in, he saw Qiao Jiang sitting on the ground, her bathrobe open, and her white calves were pricked a few times by the broken glass on the ground. With a bloody mouth, he stepped forward and asked, "Who hit you?"
"I hit him! What's wrong!" Cheng Biyu rolled up his sleeves, "Qiao Jiang, you are very good at seducing men! Huh? You sell fruit on the mountain. She has become your guest in bed now, right?"
He looked at Yan Zhao and said mockingly, "Have you ever slept with her? How does it feel to wear worn-out shoes, don't you? Brothers are all asleep!"
Yan Zhao carried Qiao Jiang to the carpet in the corridor and said, "Wait for me."
He turned around and entered the room, closed the door, and kicked Cheng Biyu, his voice full of anger. Tell me the damn thing again!"
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Dog Man
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