Quickly wear the days of being in the company of Sick Jiao

With her head down, Wen Mianmian walked through the gray alley, where wild cats were looking for food in the trash can, and fled away in shock.

It was a dilapidated tube building with faded walls and a lot of paint missing. All kinds of small advertisements were randomly pasted on it, making the city dirty.A lot of things were written on the wall by red paint brushes, 'It's only natural to pay back the debt', 'If you don't pay back the money, you will die' and 'Pay back the money!Pay back! ''Not a good death', baring its teeth and claws, with curses and coercion, staying there ferociously.

Wen Mianmian turned a blind eye and walked in, the corridor was not clean, there was some thick phlegm on the stairs, the smell of animal feces and the smell of garbage, forming a disgusting smell, making people feel that if you breathe for a second, you will suffer from it. die.

But she was used to this taste.

Wen Mianmian walked to the third floor, took out the key and opened the door, the mottled iron door made a harsh babbling sound.

"Mianmian, are you back?"

The man sat on the sofa, showing an almost flattering smile to Wen Mianmian.

That was her father, Wen Guoxi.

"Why did you come back so early? Didn't you go to work?"

Suspicion appeared on Wen Mianmian's face. In the past, she would come back from school, cook the meal, and wait for the man to come back from get off work to eat. Today, the man actually came home earlier than her.

"This..." Wen Guoxi hesitated, then lowered his head embarrassingly.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Wen Mianmian sat on the sofa and put down her schoolbag.

"Ah Qiang's group of people came to my place to make trouble... The boss refused to use me..." Wen Guoxi was crying and rubbing his palms anxiously. His right hand was missing a little finger. He couldn't pay back the money and chopped it up as a lesson.

"It's okay, just look for it again." Wen Mianmian's face was a little tired, and she gently comforted the man.

"That...Ah Qiang said..."

"say what?"

Wen Guoxi looked at his daughter's expression carefully, and swallowed nervously.

"He said that as long as you and their boss...for one night, the 60 yuan can be...can be written off..."

When Ah Qiang said this, his expression was very evil. He said that his daughter should be a chick, and the eldest of his family, so he mercifully opened the buds for her. He knew that Ah Qiang’s eldest was a 40-year-old with a big belly. Older men like to play with young beautiful girls, especially virgins.

"Tell me again!"

Wen Mianmian's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at the man who was her father, trembling all over, and couldn't help raising her voice, "You mean to sell me? Don't you?"

Wen Guoxi shook his head hastily.

Wen Mianmian walked into the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife, and chopped it up on the wooden table. The rotten wood swallowed the tip of the knife effortlessly.

"Say this kind of thing to me again, just let me die in front of you, and take it back to you for giving birth to me."

Gritting teeth, exhausted.

"Mianmian, don't be angry, I won't agree, I won't agree...it's just our debt..."

"That's your debt, not 'our'." Wen Mianmian paused, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled out the kitchen knife, "Don't worry about it, I'll pay it back."

This man is her father after all, she can't ignore it.

Looking at the shrinking man, Wen Mianmian felt a pang of sadness in her heart, what good is gambling?

This man lost his house and destroyed his house because of gambling, his wife abandoned her husband and daughter and left, the house was sold to pay off the debts, their father and daughter depended on each other, and they had nothing.

300 million... 300 million... How should I pay it back?Wen Mianmian sighed, there is no unparalleled road, she has always believed so.

She has to study hard, then pass the exam, and then work hard to earn money.

All just to live.

Returning to the kitchen in a gentle and silent manner, he began to chop and chop, preparing his own dinner.

Wen Mianmian leaves school at six o'clock, prepares dinner and then does homework, goes to work in the bar at nine o'clock, then works until two o'clock in the morning, goes home, and gets up for school at six o'clock.

It was already eight o'clock, and it was already dark.

The man consciously went to wash the dishes, and Wen Mianmian opened the door after finishing his homework.

"Mianmian, why did you leave?"

"Don't worry about it."

Wen Mianmian closed the door, and then walked down the corridor, she wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

It's raining.

Wen Mianmian stood in the rain, the rain slid down her cheeks, the entrance of the corridor behind her was like the mouth of a monster with a biting darkness.

She ran vigorously, her ponytail flying, her canvas shoes stepping through the muddy water, and the sound of kicking and tapping sounded lonely in the night.

The rain is getting heavier.

She sat on a cold stone bench in the park, and the street lamp stood quietly beside her, emitting light.

In fact, I really want to cry.

In fact, it is also very helpless.

It wasn't the one in school who was isolated from the world and only knew how to study, nor the one who forced herself to laugh in the bar. She wanted to talk, but she didn't know who to talk to.

What should she say?Say your parents are divorced, your family is poor, and you work hard every day to support your family?Are you saying that Dad is trying to sell himself to others?

What can I get?Shallow comfort, ignorant sympathy and schadenfreude?

Human beings are strange creatures. Sometimes, the more miserable others are, the happier he is.

The rain was pouring heavily, and the rainwater slipped into the clothes, bringing a cold feeling. The tears mixed with the rainwater wet the girl's face.

Desperate, but nowhere to speak.

Can you come to someone, whoever you want, patiently listen to her nonsense, and let her cry on your shoulder.

Who stood in front of her, holding a transparent umbrella, the white clothes were especially conspicuous in the dark night, the young man bent his eyes and smiled, it was true that he was so romantic.

Qi Feng bent down and covered the girl's head with an umbrella. Thunder rumbled and lightning pierced the dark night sky. The girl's eyes were dim with tears.

A beautiful scene like a TV show.

Really... coming?

Wen Mianmian hugged the waist of the young man in front of him, sobbed softly, and finally burst into tears, reaching the point of hysteria.

She once hated this world, why did she have such a family, why did she have to know the world too early when others could be princesses.

But what's the use of hating, she can't choose the fate of her birth, she puts all her hopes in the future, grow up quickly, and just hurry up.

When she was sad and desperate, she could only grit her teeth and carry it alone. She once rejected the love that was easily available.

This is all done by herself, but her pain does not need the sympathy of others.

Qi Feng didn't speak, and didn't make any comforting movements, just maintained that bent posture, watching the girl vent her emotions.

Wen Mianmian gradually calmed down, she let go of her hand a little embarrassed, and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

"How did you come?"

"Do you believe me when I say walk?"

"Come on this."

Wen Mianmian gave Qi Feng a sideways look, then smiled.

"Thank you, hero, for your umbrella and waist. Ben Gong is going to work now, so please walk slowly."

Wen Mianmian stood up.

It's still raining.

"You still go to work like this?"

Wen Mianmian was watered by the heavy rain, her hair, clothes, trousers and shoes were all soaked, and she looked miserable.

"There are hands and feet, what's wrong?" Wen Mianmian looked at her own situation and felt that there was nothing wrong.

"Do you want to catch a bad cold tomorrow!"

Qi Feng glared at Wen Mianmian, then stretched out his hand.

"What?"

"Bring your phone."

"What are you doing?"

Wen Mianmian took out her mobile phone, and Qi Feng snatched it.

"password."

"0616"

Qi Feng unlocked the lock screen, clicked into the phone book, found the number he wanted, and clicked.

"Hi, Wen Mianmian is a little uncomfortable today, I'm here to ask for a leave of absence for her."

"Qi Feng! You make up your own mind!"

Wen Mianmian's heart aches, her perfect attendance!

"Do you still want your body? Do you think you are a small vegetable seedling, and you will grow up without getting sick after a heavy rain?" Qi Feng sneered, "You are so capable, why don't you germinate?"

Wen Mianmian could hear the concern inside, then hugged Qi Feng, and rubbed him flatteringly.

"Don't be angry."

"Qi Feng, you are my angel who descended from the sky."

"Can't you use some words like heroes?"

Qi Feng grabbed the girl's clothes and dragged her to the car.

Qi Feng came out on foot, how could that be possible!

He drove out his Maserati coquettishly, and then parked not far away.

"Are you out for a walk or driving?"

"I would, what?"

Wen Mianmian sat in the co-pilot seat, and the water dripped wet the seat.

"By the way, do you have a driver's license?" Wen Mianmian buckled up her seat belt and asked a question about her wealth and life.

"of course not."

The one who answered was confident and loud.

"Do I still have a chance to go down now?"

Wen Mianmian hesitated for a moment, and asked sincerely.

Third Young Master snorted coldly and started the car.

A light was on in the living room, as if waiting idly, waiting to return home.

"Master, are you back?"

When Uncle An heard the movement, he opened the door early and waited at the door.

"Well, why hasn't Uncle An slept yet?"

"Watching TV."

Uncle An laughed, and when he saw the warmth behind Qi Feng, he laughed even more happily.

"Little girl, why are you all wet?"

Uncle An asked with concern.

Wen Mianmian has been in a daze since just now. She knows that Qi Feng's car is a good car, but she doesn't know that Qi Feng's car is a Maserati GT worth 288 million. When she heard Uncle An call Qi Feng 'Master', Even more confused.

"She's stupid."

Qi Feng answered for her, and he pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "Go take a hot bath."

Wen Mianmian wanted to refuse, but was stared back by Qi Feng, reluctantly moved to the bathroom, and showed a polite smile to Uncle An.

Qi Feng is facing his wardrobe, picking clothes for Wen Mianmian.

This one... a bit reluctant... that one... also reluctant...

Qi Feng struggled for more than 20 minutes, and finally settled on a white T-shirt, a pair of dark blue shorts, a lace pink underwear, and a blue and white hood.

Qi Feng handed the clothes to Wen Mianmian in the bathroom, and got a roar.

"Qi Feng, where did these things come from!"

"bought."

Wen Mianmian mistakenly thought that Qi Feng just went out to buy it in the mall, why did she think so?

Even though the clothes' trademarks had been torn off, they still smelled like new clothes.

Wen Mianmian couldn't help thinking about it, Qi Feng looked like he was shopping for clothes with a smirk, and then had a foolish joy in the bathroom.

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