Oh No! The Simp I Raised is the Ninth Master of the Capital Circle

With love in her left hand and career in her right, Hua Qi's life was going great.

Overnight.

Her boyfriend betrayed her, love gone; her best friend framed her, career ruined.

Chapter 179: Wash and Sleep

This night is filled with endless temptation and passion, as if it is a never-ending carnival.

The autumn sunshine shines into the room, like a layer of soft gauze, quietly covering every corner.

Wen Lan woke up from her deep sleep, squinted her eyes slightly, and adapted to the bright and warm light.

She looked around the unfamiliar environment blankly, searching for lost memories in her blank mind.

After a moment of trance, she remembered what happened at the wedding.

The events that followed were like overturned tarot cards, collapsing into her memory one after another, leaving her overwhelmed and feeling suffocated.

The only consolation was that she took courage from the alcohol and slept with Wan Nuo.

The man I've had a crush on since I was young, I've tasted it.

It can be regarded as a hasty ending to this bitter love.

She turned her head to look at her side, but saw nothing.

I don’t know when he left, even the sheets are already cold.

On his pillow was a share transfer contract.

She supported her aching body and climbed up to look through the contract.

The contract stipulated that Wan Nuo would give her the only shares of Wansheng Group in his name free of charge as compensation for last night.

3.8% of the shares is not a lot, but when converted into cash, it is about 5 billion.

With this 5 billion cash flow, with his ability, he can make a career by starting his own business.

But without these 5 billion, he really has nothing.

"This fool!"

Before Wen Lan had time to feel sorry for him, her eyes fell on the medicine on the pillow.

Levogestrel tablets!

The fire in my heart suddenly flared up.

She was so angry that she tore up the gift contract and threw it into the air.

With trembling fingers, he opened his phone, found Wan Nuo's WeChat, and angrily sent him 50 cents.

Postscript: Mr. Wan, I was the one who raped you last night!

: This is your service fee for last night!

: Don’t blame me for being stingy, it’s really you who are useless!