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Amid the din of voices, the man's words entered her ears intermittently.

"...Of course I will join my father's company. Although I am an uncle, there is always a layer of relatives. I don't need to do things for him, right? But he still always asks me to come over. You know he has no son and only one daughter, and finally agreed I also want the company to give me..."

If there were no noisy voices and stuffy air, the hollowed-out wooden screen would indeed be a very artistic decoration.

Of course, it is best not to have a man who tells how many big companies his uncle and uncle have opened.

The time is nine o'clock in the evening.

Amidst the lingering hot pot steam, Yu Yiru was thinking: This man is an idiot, he actually treats him to spicy hot pot, wondering if my false eyelashes have fallen off.

Of course the false eyelashes won't fall off, but Yu Yiru's patience has run out. She interrupted the man's smooth talk and said in surprise, "It's already so late, I have to go back."

The man obviously didn't want to finish it, and said, "I'm driving here, I'll take you back."

Yu Yiru covered her mouth and chuckled, pointed to the glass on the table and said, "You forgot, you're drinking."

The night wind was desolate, and people who were sweeping for no reason felt desolate. Even in the south, the night in November was already very cold. After getting off the bus, Yu Yiru wrapped her coat tightly and rushed to the apartment building where the rental house was located. She just walked to the downstairs hall of the rental house , and saw a pile of familiar things piled up on the marble floor.

It included her underwear and panties, as well as a bunch of designer cosmetics.

She was stunned for a moment, and she didn't realize it until the people behind pointed to the pile of things and joked. She ran upstairs with big strides, took the key to open the door, and seeing that the lock was still not moving, she clenched her hands into fists and knocked on the door.

Sure enough, the landlord was inside. When he heard the knock on the door, he yelled in dialect: "Knock what, you want to scare someone to death in the middle of the night."

Although Yu Yiru was angry, she was still calm.

Because it's not good if you don't calm down, if you are kicked out today, you will have to sleep on the street in the middle of the night.

Then there will be such a piece of news tomorrow——"Young Women Sleeping on the Streets Frozen to Death, Staged as Modern Match Girls".

She said softly, "Auntie, let me in."

She didn't mention things, and she would be pissed off first.

What's more, what if the landlord doesn't even open the door if this matter is mentioned?

The landlord opened the door.

She is a middle-aged woman in her 40s, with a cylindrical figure that is swollen from the chest. She is usually a middle-aged woman who looks amiable and ordinary.

But now she is not ordinary, Yu Yiru can tell at a glance that she is now a middle-aged shrew who fights for Mabao's son, she is extremely powerful in fighting, people block and kill, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha.

Now Yu Yiru already knew that the matter was difficult, but she managed to force a smile and said, "I want to get the computer and the charging cable."

The landlord pursed his lips to show a look of contempt, but because his height only reached Yu Yiru's chest, he looked more like rolling his eyes, looking mean and ridiculous.

Her Mandarin is accented: "What computer charging cable, rolling, your things are all under there."

This is obviously nonsense, as can be seen from the small movements of her grabbing the door panel.

Yu Yiru was used to seeing such a middle-aged woman these years, squinted at her, turned and left without saying a word.

You can't do it now, the enemy is heavy and we are outnumbered, if you do it now, just like yourself, she will sit on your ass to death.

Although she pretended to be calm, Yu Yiru suffered from a real liver pain.

She leaned against the wall and went downstairs. After a cursory look, she knew that there were still a few skin care products missing.

She didn't bother to worry about it first, and while stuffing the clothes into the suitcase, she clamped the phone around her neck and made a call.

The call was connected quickly, and it was obvious that the person on the other side cared about her very much.

Regardless of the flattering greetings from the other side, Yu Yiru sniffled against the cold wind and said, "How could it be better, your mother kicked me out."

The man on the opposite side exclaimed in surprise: "How could this be?"

Yu Yiru frowned and cleaned up the clothes on her clothes, and said aggrievedly: "Did you say something that made her misunderstand our relationship?"

The man said: "I, I didn't say anything, but didn't you have a stomachache before? I mentioned something to make her treat you better."

Yu Yiru secretly sighed at this man's stupidity, and said: "Who needs you to say that, no wonder Auntie misunderstood, I am really unlucky."

She pinched her throat and let out a hoarse and soft cry. She had already walked to the gate of the community, looking around to see if there was a taxi.

She wanted to catch up with a friend in the East End for a night, but it was the last bus she came back.

The man is coaxing her: "Don't cry, I'll go and tell her, I'll call her right away and say..."

"What's the use of what you said, even if you let me live in, you still have to be idle. Since your mother doesn't welcome me, I'll move out and come back tomorrow to pack my things..."

Yu Yiru said "things", looked down at the things in her hands, almost gnashing her teeth in anger.

She thought bitterly: Okay, if you cheat on me, if you drive me out, I will make your precious son sever ties with you.

Thinking of this, she hung up the phone while pretending to cry, then stopped crying in an instant, switched the phone to airplane mode and threw it into the bag.

She walked for a while and didn't meet a taxi. Fortunately, she didn't meet anyone, so she wouldn't encounter something that would make tomorrow's headlines.

However, she still walked cautiously, looking left and right, clutching the wolf baton in her bag, fearing that she would encounter some idiot and pervert.

At this time, far away, she saw a slim figure under the street lamp.

Yu Yiru's own figure is one of the best, so she has always been picky about other women's figures, and her first impression of being slim is enough to show that the figure is perfect and attractive.

When he got closer, Yu Yiru became contemptuous.

It was a girl with long curly hair, wearing a short skirt that reached the thighs, and a loose overcoat, which looked even more seductive. She leaned against the lamppost and smoked. As a result, the dust flies and the smoke curls up, forming a picture that is enough to make any person with a female sexuality commit a crime.

She refused to admit that she was jealous of the other person's figure, and she only thought that she must be not a good person to dress so boldly and generously in this already cold November.

She was about to straighten her back and pass by this woman with a cold and noble posture. The woman raised her head slightly and exhaled a smoke ring, revealing a small and delicate chin.

Yu Yiru stopped, because the turn was too sharp, and she almost fell to her knees.

She barely maintained her balance by leaning on the suitcase, pointed at the other party in shock and said, "You you you you...Bo Fuzhang?!"

The other party flipped his hair, revealing his entire face.

The pale face and bright red lips under the light, paired with the lazy face of the other party's disdain, instantly dispelled the cheap feeling brought by the dress, and the thick black curly hair was caught aside even if it was messy, when the other party's eyes were squinting , also showing a kind of nobility like a vampire queen.

——It's really Bo Fuzhang!

No wonder Yu Yiru was so surprised, if you met Miss Zhanjie's high school rival on the side of the road, you would be so surprised too.

Of course, now Yu Yiru began to doubt her previous judgment, because—in any case, since the other party is Bo Fuzhang, it would be too wasteful to be reduced to standing on the street...

Bo Fuzhang raised his chin, looked at Yu Yiru with narrowed eyes, frowned for a long time, and said, "... who are you?"

Yu Yiru: "..."

Under normal circumstances, Yu Yiru should be angry.

But it's not normal now, she's really curious, she's been here for half a month, coming in and out, never seeing Bo Fuzhang, so why is Bo Fuzhang here?Still dressed like—— like this.

She glanced at Bo Fuzhang calmly, and put on her ever-victorious friendly smile: "I'm Yu Yiru, we're in the same class in high school, have you forgotten?"

She smiled with her eyes bent, revealing a set of white teeth. She looked pure and innocent, and one couldn't bear a little bit of malice.

In Yu Yiru's high school days, she and Bo Fuzhang competed for the throne of school beauty for a long time. They were known as the white moonlight and red rose of Chengjiang Middle School, two high-altitude flowers to be looked up to.

After graduation from high school, they separated and became one of the rumors on campus. Yu Yiru also gradually forgot about Bo Fuzhang in his colorful university life until he saw each other's face again.

It has to be said that time is sometimes a necessity for brewing beauty.

If Bo Fuzhang used to be a sweet and bright flower, then now she is a mellow and intoxicating fine wine, exuding an intoxicating aura, as if she has an aura that makes people fall.

If you want to define this kind of charm in a simple and easy-to-understand way, some people will say it is sexy, some people will say it is feminine, and some people may say something romantic like "the temptation from Satan", but if Let Yu Yiru describe it, she would say loudly and loudly without hesitation——

- Sao!

That is really a kind of coquettish/rogue that rises from the ground and goes straight to the sky!

A kind of rich hormone that exudes "come and fuck me" from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, almost makes Yu Yiru take two steps back.

But Yu Yiru won't back down, she feels that she has once again been aroused the kind of motivation in high school, the long-lost competitive heart that drove her forward in her youth.

Her smile became more pure and sweet, her eyes became clearer and clearer, her straight black hair swayed slightly in the breeze, like a magnolia flower standing gracefully in the night.

Bo Fuzhang raised his hand holding the cigarette, she seemed to have suddenly realized it, but she still didn't seem to remember it. Under the thick and slender eyelashes, her eyes that were even more misty and beautiful flickered slightly, and then pointed to Yu Yiru's side: "Ah, Yu Yiru, your panties fell off."

Yu Yiru: "..."

The author has something to say: sweet text without cruelty, really