The cannon fodder of Quick Travel got what he wanted

After staying in the south for three years, she enjoyed herself so much that she didn't want to go back if her aunt and Zhao Wanying hadn't urged her to do so at intervals.

Two years ago, Zhao Wanying's clothing company was opened. She is worthy of being an enterprising heroine. The company is booming, vigorous and full of vitality.

Oh, she deserves half of the credit for Zhao Wanying's clothing company. Zhao Wanying had been self-employed for a while and made some money. She seized the opportunity and wanted to start a big business, but unfortunately she lacked funds.

Zhao Qiaoyin's eyes lit up after hearing this. Wouldn't the opportunity to ride on the wind come now?

A thick wad of money was handed into Zhao Wanying's hand along with the envelope. She was so frightened that she called her that day to ask Tian Niuer if she had made a mistake with the money. .

It made her seem so unreliable that she went astray for money.

Where did Zhao Qiaoyin get his money?

Of course she had some money from working as a worker, but she didn't expect that she would meet someone unexpectedly. She was once a silly girl, but she was a destitute person a year ago. If it weren't for her, where would she be as calm as she is now? Successful people, grown up men.

The encounter between her and Sang Xingyang was just like that time, except that their identities were reversed. The woman was bright and handsome, with bright red lips, and the man was haggard, with bloodshot eyes and streaks of blood, clearly visible. The clothes are wrinkled, the stubble is messy, and the thick hair has not been combed for a long time. It has begun to become oily and is faintly visible in small white patches. Well, you can probably cook rice if you comb it off.

The man squatted on the ground, like an abandoned and aggrieved puppy licking its wounds alone. His eyes were red and his eyebrows were stubborn, as if he was declaring war and would never give in to difficulties.

Zhao Qiaoyin recognized the other party by his big wet eyes, "Here, little beggar, why don't you take it?"

Taking out the ten yuan that he had handed over, Zhao Qiaoyin followed Sang Xingyang's example and raised his chin, so bold and dazzling that the man who was silent and lost and fell into darkness was in a trance for a long time. After a long time, he finally denied in a hoarse voice: "I'm not a beggar!"

Zhao Qiaoyin thought that Sang Xingyang would confidently shake off her wrist and say, "I don't need your charity."

But unexpectedly I heard him say: "These ten yuan count as your investment in me, and I will pay you back a hundred times the money in the future!"

Sang Xingyang thought the woman didn't believe it, so he raised his head. The other person was facing the light, so he couldn't see her face clearly, but the scene seemed familiar...

It wasn't until he stood up unsteadily, looked level with Zhao Qiaoyin, and saw the other person's beautiful eyes clearly that he suddenly woke up, the switch of his memory was turned on in an instant, and he blurted out, "Little beggar?"

Sang Xingyang has a very good memory. He remembers everyone he helped and helped, no matter men or women, and he also remembers everyone who betrayed and harmed him.

What led to his miserable end today was because there was a betrayer around him, and the people close to him took away the money, leaving a mess for him to clean up.

After repaying everything, he had nothing, not even the capital for a comeback, and was living on the streets, among stray dogs.

Zhao Qiaoyin raised his eyebrows, half-smiling but not smiling, looking up and down at Sang Xingyang, with a hint of ridicule: "Who is the little beggar?"

Sang Xingyang raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose. His hand was dark and his skin color could not be seen clearly, so he pretended to be calm and put it down.

He was a little surprised and shocked. Why had the dark little beggar changed?

Facing Zhao Qiaoyin, a handsome, wealthy and cheerful beauty, Sang Xingyang, who was still arrogant even though he was down and out, looked embarrassed. The hands behind his back kept rubbing the hem of his clothes, his legs and feet were tense, and his toes They are all tightly held together, trying to hide it. Although he is down and out, he must control his temperament.

Well...

Although Sang Xingyang wanted to hold it, his stomach didn't cooperate and screamed "Gugu——". At that moment, Sang Xingyang felt extremely embarrassed. The white spots on his dirty face were visible. Full of suspicious red...

But three years later, Sang Xingyang was different. Of course, he really wanted Zhao Qiaoyin to forget the extremely humiliating scene where he was in this state three years ago.

Zhao Qiaoyin firmly said no, always bringing it up and teasing her. Sang Xingyang had no choice but to pretend to be hurt again, with some emotion settling deep in his eyes.

Sang Xingyang used to be really naive and simple, mainly because he was well protected by his family. It was not until his relatives were persecuted later that he realized that the world was not so friendly.

Experiencing the world makes people mature and steady, and the simplicity and kindness in his eyes gradually fade away.

Let's just say that Sang Xingyang probably offended some god, otherwise why would he be so miserable? The career he started with one hand was dealt a heavy blow because of the betrayal of someone close to him.

The ups and downs of life have failed to defeat Sang Xingyang. With rapid growth and experience, and with Zhao Qiaoyin's investment, Sang Xingyang is like a rising star of tomorrow.

In this era of business opportunities and gold everywhere, as long as you seize the opportunity, you can blaze a Roman road.

Zhao Qiaoyin is just a salty fish waiting to die, mainly because he is tired of pretending to be a fool. Of course, he must enjoy himself for the rest of his life.

Where does the money come from?

After robbing everything, Xiao Jiu came to her use at this time. By scanning, she could find out the secret places of hidden gold, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, and various collectibles.

They are all good things. She is like a dragon that has fallen into a vat of treasures. She can fish for the treasures in her pocket and pluck out the feathers of the geese.

He Yu was very guarded against Sang Xingyang. As a man, he felt that Sang Xingyang was not well-intentioned. Hey, if you want to abduct my mother, you have to get through me.

Sang Xingyang was indeed attracted to Zhao Qiaoyin, and not just a little bit. He wanted to go back and get married, as if he had a registered permanent residence.

He also knew that in order to get Zhao Qiao to let go, he had to deal with the cunning He Yu first.

Sang Xingyang never forced He Yu to accept him. He never liked empty words. He preferred practical actions to moisturize things silently.

Sang Xingyang knew that he had an outstanding face, and he knew how to use this advantage to seduce Zhao Qiaoyin.

He was also very angry, why he couldn't meet Qiaoqiao earlier, so that He Yu would be his baby.

Hum hum hum, that's what Sang Xingyang thought. He Yu mentioned things about him and he said the same thing. He didn't mind if Qiao Qiao had a big son, because as long as she married Qiao Qiao, she would be so big. Isn’t my son still mine?

He Yu's face turned dark immediately after hearing this, Bah, who wants to be your eldest son?

Go and give birth to my mother!

Sang Xingyang's eyes lit up. Was he letting go? Did you agree to let him marry Qiaoqiao?

He Yu: Meow meow meow?

I'm just giving you a chance to pursue my mother, not asking you to marry my mother right away!

Sang Xingyang Konger: What? Really? Propose now? Wow, wow, what kind of proposal ceremony would Qiaoqiao like?

He Yu:...

He turned to Zhao Qiao and beeped: "Mom, that Sang Xingyang has insensitive ears and is obviously disabled. Such a man is not good. My mother is so good and beautiful. What kind of man do you want? I want a man who has a defect." , that’s such a loss..."

Sang Xingyang: I'm still here. When you say bad things, can you say it behind his back?

Rebellious He Yu: No, I will say it in person, what, do you have an opinion?

Sang Xingyang: I don’t dare. Yes, I don’t dare to beep either.

Zhao Qiaoyin actually didn't care. After all, she had already flipped Sang Xingyang over and over to make pancakes. She had been a vegetarian for a long time and finally let her get wet with minced meat. She was still an innocent man who couldn't wipe his face clean. If she hadn't pity him, it was his first time. , this big white meat must be stuffed into the belly.

Well, it’s not bad. People can’t run away anyway. I’ll taste it next time...

Sang Xingyang's waist trembled inexplicably, and he stretched out his hand to rub it. Why did he suddenly feel sore?