My Empress is My Bad Girl

Zhao Xiahua was stunned and did not respond: "Where is the inn?"

Feng Duoduo wiped his tears: "Brother, you mean the hotel, right?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yuanjing quickly realized that the inn here is not called an inn, but a guesthouse.

Zhao Xiahua was taken aback when she saw the transfer numbers on her mobile phone: "So much money? Xiaojing, this is your hard-earned money, you keep it for yourself, and you will use it for your tuition in the future. Don't give it to your mother. Give it to her. Take it all to please your stepdad! She's just a worthless person who can't live without a man..."

After thinking about it, I didn't say the word "Slacker".

Zhao Xiahua quickly returned the money to Zhao Yuanjing: "You have some money with you, so auntie can be a little relieved. The house is so messy, you...go down and find a hotel to live in, and go to school with Duoduo tomorrow morning."

Zhao Yuanjing didn't say much. He saw the mother and daughter with their blue noses and swollen faces and tears.

Zhao Xiaojing is indeed miserable, but the mother and daughter really treat him sincerely.

When he came to the hotel, the front desk asked him for his ID card.

Zhao Yuanjing opened the bag and saw a small card with Zhao Xiaojing's name and photo.

He handed it over.

Seeing the age of the ID card, the front desk frowned, "Where is your family?"

"I'm alone." Zhao Yuanjing said.

"You are too young, no, you have to work with your family." The front desk refused him.

Zhao Yuanjing frowned.

Fourteen years old, can't even stay alone?

Is there any misunderstanding about the age of fourteen in this world?

Forget it if you don't live.

Zhao Yuanjing is still very good at facing this strange world.

He was afraid that after his impersonating Zhao Xiaojing was discovered to be a black household, he would be arrested by the government and locked up and sent to the army forcibly.

Then how did you see Yun Dai.

So he held the bag and sat on the bench under the street lamp outside the ice coffin.

He is in this ancient costume, holding a bag, sitting alone under a dimly yellow street lamp, as if he was abandoned and pitiful.

Soon someone came to ask him.

"Kid, why don't you go home, it's so late?" a man in his twenties asked enthusiastically.

Zhao Yuanjing ignored him.

The man put his hand on his back and smiled: "Is there nowhere to go? Go to me?"

"Where are you?" Zhao Yuanjing asked, "Did you open a hotel?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, my family runs a hotel. Come, I'll give you a discount." The man continued to be enthusiastic.

Zhao Yuanjing thought for a while, he is a big man, is he still afraid of being deceived?

You can't beat me.

Anyhow, I can find a place to sleep.

So, he followed the man away.

Unexpectedly, when a man took him to a remote corner, he had to move his hands and feet.

Zhao Yuanjing was shocked.

Can't he see that he is a man?

Just as he was about to let this man experience the ancient iron fist, a clear cry came not far away.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yuanjing turned around when he heard the words.

Under the bright street lamp, it was a young girl in a shirt and half skirt.

She is wearing a ponytail and a backpack.

She has a sweet peach face.

Zhao Yuanjing was in a daze.

The girl pointed at the man: "You stay away from that boy, or I will call the police!" She raised her phone and didily tapped three digits, "I'm calling out!"

The man let go of his hand angrily, and mumbled: "It's your shit."

Ran away in a hurry.

The girl tilted her head and looked at Zhao Yuanjing: "You are Zhao Xiaojing from Ninghai Middle School next door, aren't you?"

Zhao Yuanjing recovered from the shock and walked towards her step by step, muttering, "Dai Yun?"