"Western suburbs, Liujia Village."
The boy's voice was very clear and he turned on the air conditioner very skillfully.
Before the Yan family fell into poverty, they were at least a small wealthy businessman with tens of millions in savings. As for cars... they could still be fun if they were cheaper.
Xihe sighed. Life is full of ups and downs. One second you're rich and prosperous, the next you're homeless. But the Yan family is completely self-destructive. They're actually evading taxes. Who else should I blame?
Having drunk a little, Xihe couldn't drive, so he sat in the back and signaled Yanzhuang to show the club driver the way.
"Qi Fan."
The boy spoke.
Xihe closed his eyes and said "hmm".
The original owner had a good alcohol tolerance, so she didn't feel a headache, but she felt bloated and wanted to go to the bathroom.
Yan Zhuang turned his head and looked at him, his lips tightly pursed, revealing a hint of stubbornness: "You haven't given me this month's money yet."
The driver's hands were steady, but he glanced to the side stealthily. He happened to meet the wolf-cub gaze of the young man. He glared at him fiercely: "What are you looking at? You don't want your job anymore, do you?"
He has a bad attitude and is arrogant, and he still thinks he is the same as before.
Xihe supported his chin and looked at him, feeling quite curious. This personality... was interesting.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Yan Zhuang's handsome face suddenly flushed red, and he glared at her: "We agreed to give it once a month. You can't be so poor that you can't even bear to spend this little money, right?"
Her fingertips curled up, gripping the leather chair back tightly, and her mouth was tightly pursed.
Xihe looked at him curiously: "Aren't you in school? Why do you need so much money? Why, are you raising a dog behind my back?"
"You're fucking bullshit!"
The boy exploded instantly.
His chest rose and fell, he gasped for breath, and he wanted to say something but closed his mouth: "Anyway, whether you give it or not."
He wanted to say with great backbone that if you don't give it to me, I won't live with you anymore, but... he was incompetent and spineless, and he was so angry that he felt dizzy, and he could only be angry with himself.
"hehe."
A chuckle.
Before the boy could completely freak out, Xihe covered his lips and yawned: "I didn't bring my card. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
It was unknown how long the original owner had been playing, but Xihe was already feeling drowsy. She propped her head up with her hands and leaned back on the chair, "Call me when we're there."
Neon lights flickered outside the window, and vehicles flashed past the car. The temperature inside the car gradually rose a little. Yan Zhuang immediately looked at the driver, raised his hand and quickly lowered the temperature, glaring at Xihe: You'll catch a cold if you tease me!
After a while, seeing that stinky woman shrinking back, he reluctantly raised the temperature...
The car passed through the bustling streets, drove to a remote road, and finally stopped in a shanty town: "We're here!"
Xihe was woken up, and slowly got up from his seat, opened the door and got out of the car.
The night was dark, the sky was gloomy, the street lights were dim, and in front of him was a crowded shack with a few lights on occasionally. The young man stood under the lights, looking rich and out of place among them.
"Where is your home?"
Xihe looked around with his head raised.
The boy looked at her in silence, then turned and left: "I'll call you tomorrow!"
He passed through the pitch-black alley and disappeared in a flash.
Xihe: ???
How did she provoke him to have such a bad temper?
He opened the door, got in the car, started it, and drove out of the alley and onto the main road.
It was already midnight when he got home. The villa was quiet. Xihe was walking through the yard with his head down when suddenly someone jumped out from beside him and asked, "Where have you been?"
"Ho! Bro, what are you doing?"
Xihe was shocked.
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