I walked and picked up billions of dollars

Chapter 1
In front of the bar, Yang Hao was in a state of embarrassment and prostrated himself on the ground. There were wine stains and messy footprints on his slightly shabby shirt.

"Damn, the toad wants to eat the meat of the sky, and he doesn't even look at how much he weighs!" In front of him, there was a man of his age standing in front of him. The man was condescending, and he looked at Yang Hao like a dead dog.

Yang Hao moved slightly, and his whole body was in severe pain. Even so, he still struggled to stand up, and his stubborn eyes fell on He Jing who was beside the man.

"Why?" Yang Hao gritted his teeth and asked tremblingly, because his whole body was in severe pain, and even more so because of his chills.

He Jing's eyes dodged a little, not sure if it was because of guilt or because she couldn't bear it.

"There is no reason, I just want to find a better place to belong."

After finishing speaking, she gently took the man's arm, and she was familiar with the movements.

belong?Is it really about belonging?
Yang Hao smiled miserably, his face was pale, he stumbled back a few steps, and sat down on the ground again. At that moment, his heart was completely chilled, and his last hope was gone, completely defeated.

He pursued He Jing for three years. Although He Jing never personally agreed to his pursuit, he did not deny the existence of Yang Hao. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the relationship between her and Yang Hao was extraordinary, between friends and lovers between.

Yang Hao regards her as the other half who can devote his whole life, and tries his best to treat her well, but He Jing's various responses give Yang Hao hope. He thought that one day, the goddess will be moved and admit his identity.

It's a pity that reality is cruel after all. Just now, this beautiful fantasy was crushed by He Jing herself. She accepted other people's confession and chose to become a couple with Sun Yicheng, whom she had known for less than a month.

There is no other, just because the other party is outstanding in appearance, rich in family, and superior in all aspects.

To put it nicely is belonging, but to put it badly is just for money.

Sun Yicheng is better than himself, Yang Hao does not deny this.

But, since this is the case, why do you want to hope for yourself, and then bury it with your own hands?
From disappointment to despair, from despair to unwillingness, within a few seconds, various emotions converged on Yang Hao's face, and finally turned into monstrous anger, his face twisted, and he struggled to get up quickly.

"I've paid for three years with all my heart, and fed them all to the dogs. Is it all no match for the stinky money from his family!"

"Fuck, what are you doing in front of me?!" Sun Yicheng's eyes turned cold, and he kicked the unsteady Yang Hao to the ground, not giving him a chance to struggle to get up. Immediately stepped forward and pressed Yang Hao tightly.

"If it weren't for seeing that you have been good to Xiao Jing in the past three years, I would have abandoned you long ago, and dare to play tricks on me? Do you know how to write dead words!"

"Yizhou, forget it, after all, it's a classmate, so don't do it again."

Sun Yicheng was about to instruct his subordinates to do something, but He Jing couldn't see it, hesitated a little, and spoke to dissuade him.

"It's your life!" Sun Yicheng frowned, a little displeased, but he still obeyed He Jing's intention, "Slapping you really dirty my hands, just treat it as a way to save face for Xiao Jing, let you go Ma, stay away from Xiaojing, or I will beat you every time I see you!"

"Hey, don't piss and take pictures of yourself, so you're the one who wants to be with Xiao Jing?" Sun Yicheng spat on Yang Hao's face, then turned around and put his arms around He Jing's waist, "Don't let him break Our mood, go, continue to drink."

Being hugged around the waist, although He Jing looked a little unnatural, she didn't resist much, and nodded with a smile.

From the beginning to the end, she never looked at Yang Hao again, and walked resolutely.

Beside the road, Yang Hao sat slumped on the ground, looking at the door of the bar in a daze, his eyes dull.

Inside the door, the lights are feasting, and outside the door, it is lonely and lonely.

Tick-tock, a drop of crystal liquid across the face, dripping onto the ground.

I cried?
No, it must be raindrops, yes, it is raindrops.

"I never believed in the nonsense that dicks don't deserve to have love, He Jing, you really taught me a good lesson...haha."

Yang Hao wiped his face vigorously, looked up to the sky and laughed, the sky was extremely dark and the drizzle was falling.

Pedestrians come and go, sometimes looking sideways at his nervous laugh.

Suddenly, a black curtain covered the dim moonlight.

Yang Hao turned around, and at some point behind him stood a man, holding a black umbrella to block the wind and rain for Yang Hao.

"Excuse me, are you Yang Hao, Mr. Yang?" The man's voice trembled, extremely excited.

Yang Hao didn't know why this man knew his name. Of course, he was not in the mood to ask more questions. After nodding, he walked right past him.

"Please wait."

"What's the matter? Could it be that passers-by can't see it and want to mock me?" Yang Hao was in an extremely bad mood, and the strange man repeatedly blocked the way, making his face turn cold all of a sudden.

"Mr. Yang, that's not right...Master, please don't get me wrong, I am your housekeeper and bodyguard." The man quickly explained.

When the man said this, Yang Hao noticed that his attire was a bit different. He was wearing a neat tuxedo on a hot day, with a white silk scarf on his chest. .

She really looks like a housekeeper, but Yang Hao won't believe his nonsense.

As Sun Yicheng said, Yang Hao is just a stinking dick from a poor background. He struggles to support himself, so he is not qualified to have a housekeeper.

"Do you think I'm stupid and easy to fool?" Yang Hao's eyes sank, he took it for granted that the person in front of him was here to amuse him, and even suspected that Sun Yicheng sent him here specially so that he could continue to embarrass himself.

"Master, I understand your feelings, please allow me to take up your precious time to briefly explain." The man bowed slightly, with a humble attitude, and there was no sign of joking at all.

"You are the eldest son of Yang Zhong, the No.17 patriarch of our Yang family, the most core member of our Yang family, and the next family heir."

"I, Luo Bin, under the order of the former head of the family, came here to meet the young master. As the young master's housekeeper and bodyguard, I will support the young master to take the position of the head of the house."

After finishing speaking, Yang Hao's face was calm, without any waves.

Luo Bin was startled, suddenly remembered something, and quickly added, "I'm sorry, I forgot the experience of the young master for a while. For some reason, the owner abandoned the young master in the orphanage to cut off your connection with the family. It is really a helpless move. But please believe, Young Master, Patriarch Yang has always cared about you."

"Our Yang family is one of the only surviving hermit families in the world, with tens of thousands of money in our hands. As the heir, the young master will..."

No matter what Luo Bin said, Yang Hao was still unmoved, and even wanted to laugh a little.

"You speak so loudly, and you still say that I am the young master. Well, shouldn't you disobey the young master's orders? I'll give you 10 minutes, and you can make Sun Yicheng kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, and I will believe you."

(End of this chapter)