Why can this yellow-haired guy who has multiple girlfriends at the same time, beats and scolds his girlfriend at will, and even gives his girlfriend to his friends to play with, always trick beautiful and obedient girls into his hands and play with them at will?
Good girls are shaped by their parents to only listen to their parents. When their parents are not around, they will listen to other powerful people. Their weak character is one of the reasons.
The main thing is lack of love.
As long as Huangmao shows a little care, she will think that he is her true love and will dedicate her parents and body to him.
As for why other boys’ care and concern for good girls cannot make good girls fall in love.
Because yellow-haired guys are generally a little handsome.
Handsomeness and care are the perfect combination for a good girl.
Lin An thought Jiao Yue was a clichéd story of a loveless girl from the lower middle class meeting a promiscuous scumbag, but it turned out that because he had not much time left, he chose to indulge himself.
It is possible that she became a prostitute not because she was forced by the scumbag, but because she wanted to earn money for cancer treatment.
"Tell me Jiao Yue's phone number." Lin An made a decision after a little thought. He had to put a proper end to Jiao Yue's matter, otherwise Fang Qingying would not be able to sleep for several nights.
"It's no use telling you. Her phone has been turned off for a long time. If you really want to find her, go to the Third People's Hospital. You may know where she is buried." The manager sighed.
"Let's go first."
Lin An took Fang Qingying to stop a taxi and arrived at the Third People's Hospital in 24 minutes.
It took some effort to find Jiao Yue's location. Fortunately, it was not a cemetery, but a luxurious ward in the hospital.
"Jiao Yue." Fang Qingying recognized the thin patient with a bald head and wearing a mask standing in front of her at a glance.
"You are... Fang Qingying." Fang Qingying still looked like the cold and beautiful lady she was back then, and Jiao Yue recognized her at a glance.
"Long time no see." Fang Qingying's eyelashes and hands were trembling.
"Long time no see." Jiao Yue's voice didn't contain much emotion, a bit like the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man who had experienced major family changes.
"You've changed a lot." Fang Qingying thought for a long time before saying this.
With his head shaved off, his appearance must have changed a lot. Lin An thought Fang Qingying was talking nonsense and laughed.
Jiao Yue also smiled: "A lot of things have happened, I must have changed a lot, but you, Fang Qingying, are still as beautiful as ever."
"I'm sorry." Fang Qingying lowered her head.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"If I had known that you had cancer earlier, I would have found a way to help you." Fang Qingying's voice was sincere.
Jiao Yue was silent for a long time before speaking in a voice filled with sadness: "It's not your fault. I'm stubborn and stupid. If I had asked for your help back then, I wouldn't have ended up like this."
Lin An knew that it was indeed Jiao Yue's own fault.
If she had considered her pride less and bowed to Fang Qingying, Fang Qingying could have easily raised money for her medical treatment with donations from the school with her intelligence. It was all her fault for being young and valuing face above all else.
"I'm sorry." Fang Qingying still blamed herself. If she had been more thoughtful back then, she could have saved her only true friend at that time.
"You really haven't changed. You're so kind to your friends." Jiao Yue took off her mask and smiled warmly, "Knowing you is one of the few bright moments in my life."
"Ah! Could it be..." Fang Qingying's expression darkened, and she realized that she was still too late.
"Are you worried about my condition? The doctor told me that whether I can live until tomorrow depends on my fate." Jiao Yue was very free and easy.
"I'm sorry." Fang Qingying's voice was also trembling.
"You don't have to apologize to me. I should apologize to you instead. I didn't realize that scumbag was coveting you back then, and I almost put you in danger. I was so stupid." Jiao Yue wanted to slap herself.
"It didn't affect me, I don't care. What happened next?" Fang Qingying wanted to know what happened next.
"That scumbag behind me couldn't make much money from me, so he dumped me."
Jiao Yue told what happened next.
Generally speaking, at that time, Jiao Yue continued to work as a hostess to make money and enjoy her time because of her illness.
Invest the money you earn in yourself, become more beautiful and bigger, and make more money.
Because death was approaching, she spent all her money on supporting men, spending the most at 300,000 yuan a month.
Use men's flattery as a way to vent the stress and negative emotions caused by illness.
Until one day, I threw my important work ID card into the recycling station along with the garbage in my room. I searched the trash can for a long time but couldn't find it.
Just when she was about to give up, an ordinary-looking security guard appeared and helped her find the important work permit. The two became friends and later became lovers.
The two loved each other very much and had plans to get married. She stopped working as a hostess in entertainment venues, tried to find a way to cure her cancer, and built a harmonious and happy family with her boyfriend.
However, misfortune always befalls those who are already unfortunate.
A year ago, her boyfriend was diagnosed with acute leukemia. The treatment was expensive and his family had no money, so she had to work as a prostitute again to earn money for his medical expenses.
But even though she spent a lot of money, her boyfriend died half a year later. Before she had time to grieve, her own cancer became seriously ill. She had to either be hospitalized or go home and wait to die.
She wanted to just go home and wait to die, but her boyfriend begged her to live well before he died. She actively sought treatment, but it was too late.
The doctor's diagnosis is that whether you can live to see tomorrow depends entirely on fate.
"Jiao Yue, is there anything else you want to do? I can help you." Fang Qingying couldn't think of any words of comfort, so she chose to do her last bit.
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