Chapter 504 Wang Haocheng's Collapse



Chapter 504 Wang Haocheng's Collapse

Haishi, a neighborhood.

He Xinrui snuggled in Wang Haocheng's arms, enjoying the quiet time they had together.

Recently, she could clearly feel the subtle changes in Wang Haocheng.

He was still the same person.

He wore ordinary clothes and

worked for 8,000 yuan a month,

but his temperament began to develop in the direction of those rich boys.

He Xinrui enjoyed his changes.

Although the original brother Haocheng was very good, he now fascinated her more. When he replaced Jiang Cheng and became a member of the Jiang family, his parents would definitely regret what they said about her being blinded by greed.

Wang Haocheng also enjoyed the changes now.

Today in the office, several female colleagues who had been indifferent to him found excuses to joke with him.

He could clearly feel their gazes on him.

What Zhou Yaya said was true.

Looking at the three-bedroom apartment in front of him, Wang Haocheng was a little disgusted.

The environment looked good before, but now it seems too small.

Wang Haocheng looked at his clothes hanging on the balcony again. The more he looked, the more he felt that clothes worth one or two hundred yuan were no longer suitable for him.

He thought about it and said to He Xinrui in his arms,

"Xinrui, the director talked to me today and asked me to be in charge of the Y shopping mall project. From what he said, it seems that he wants to promote me."

He Xinrui was a little happy when she heard it, "Really?"

But she soon regained her composure.

Brother Haocheng is about to become the heir of the Jiang family. Now it doesn't matter whether he gets promoted or not.

However, she still said many words of congratulations and praise.

Wang Haocheng listened to her boasting with a smile, and then said,

"I want you to accompany me to buy some new clothes after work tomorrow. I will be in charge of the project over at the shopping mall. It will be embarrassing if I don't have a few presentable clothes by then. I still trust your vision more." As

he spoke, he deliberately added, "Of course, I'll pay for it myself."

He Xinrui was immediately dissatisfied and pouted,

"Brother Haocheng, you are still being polite to me now. All your money has been taken away by your ex-wife. How can you have extra money?

I will buy you clothes. Don't worry, I still have a lot left of the one million my parents gave me."

Before they moved, He Xinrui paid half a year's rent in one go, plus the deposit, the money for hiring a sitter, and bought a lot of things for the house inside and outside, which cost nearly 200,000 yuan in total.

He Xinrui didn't feel bad, after all, when Brother Haocheng replaced Jiang Cheng's identity, all this money would be nothing.

The two of them were thinking about their future lives, with longing on their faces, and soon they fell asleep snuggling together.

The next morning, He Xinrui opened her eyes and looked at Wang Haocheng next to her as usual, preparing to give him a good morning kiss, but the next second, when she saw his face clearly, she was shocked awake.

"Ah!"

Wang Haocheng woke up and saw He Xinrui sitting by the bed looking at him, with an indescribable horror on her face.

"Brother Haocheng, your face..."

Wang Haocheng was puzzled, reached out and touched it, his face suddenly changed, and soon he turned on the front camera of his phone, and was also shocked by the person in the camera.

However, after one night, he had several acne on his face.

And he didn't know if it was his illusion. Every time he looked in the mirror, he felt that he was getting more handsome. But when he looked at the camera just now, apart from the pimples on his face, the person in the camera was clearly just himself.

Just like in the past, an ordinary self.

Inexplicably, Wang Haocheng had a bad feeling in his heart.

...

With his face "disfigured", Wang Haocheng simply asked for leave from the company, saying that he was going to see a doctor, but in fact he went directly to Zhou Yaya.

He had to find out what was going on.

Just today, he felt that all the changes before had disappeared.

He was still the Wang Haocheng of the past.

There was no trace of the rich son Jiang Cheng anymore.

Wang Haocheng found Zhou Yaya very smoothly, and Zhou Yaya did not deliberately avoid him.

But when she saw him, her eyes were not the same as when they first met. She only had full indifference and told him bluntly,

"The life-changing technique failed. You should just continue to be yourself."

As for those poisonous sores, they were just the backlash after the technique was broken. Anyway, they were not on her body. Zhou Yaya didn't care at all.

She wanted to leave after she said this, but was stopped by Wang Haocheng who was furious.

"What do you mean? You don't care about me just because it failed? It was you who came to me and said you could make me Jiang Cheng! But now I have become like this! How can you ignore me?!"

Wang Haocheng didn't accept this explanation.

How could the life-changing technique fail?

He was ready to become a rich man's son!

Zhou Yaya looked at him expressionlessly. Although there were still faint scars on her face, her whole face was much better than before.

"Magic is not guaranteed to be 100% successful. Moreover, there is another Jiang Xuxu in the Jiang family. This matter itself is risky. It's useless for you to pester me."

Zhou Yaya didn't even react when the magic was suddenly broken last night.

She could only see that the two clay dolls that Mr. Shen placed in her room suddenly cracked and collapsed.

When Mr. Shen contacted her with the talisman, although his voice sounded very calm, Zhou Yaya could still feel his unhappiness.

Although Wang Haocheng's incident was just a test, Jiang Xuxu broke the magic so quietly that Zhou Yaya still felt threatened.

But it doesn't matter. On Jiang Xuxu's birthday party, she and Mr. Shen will give her another big gift.

……

"No! You must be responsible for this!"

Wang Haocheng still didn't give up. If he had never had hope, it would be fine, but he was just one step away from touching the moon.

How could he be willing to give up now?

"If the Jiang family doesn't work, then let's change to another one. There are so many rich young men in Hai City. You must help me change my life."

Wang Haocheng asked as a matter of course.

Zhou Yaya just looked at him with amusement, and then whispered, "People who talk too much are easily choked."

Wang Haocheng was puzzled. He wanted to say something else, but he was suddenly choked by his own saliva, followed by a heart-wrenching cough.

When he finally recovered, Zhou Yaya had already walked away.

Wang Haocheng walked on the street in a daze. Because he was worried that He Xinrui would leave him after knowing the truth, Wang Haocheng deliberately reassured her on the phone.

He wandered around alone until the evening when he returned home. After finally adjusting his mood, he saw several shopping bags on the sofa.

Brand-name clothes for men and women covered half of the sofa.

Wang Haocheng was stunned.

He Xinrui thought he was so surprised that he didn't know what to say, so she took a luxury men's suit and walked towards him,

"Brother Haocheng, I know you don't have time to go shopping because you go to the hospital. It's okay. I've picked them out for you. Come and try them on to see if they fit you well?" While shopping,

He Xinrui not only bought men's clothes, but also bought several new clothes for herself. She spent half of her savings in a flash, but she was not worried.

Anyway, Brother Haocheng will soon become a rich man.

She will appear as "Jiang Cheng's" girlfriend in the future, so she will naturally have to dress up again.

He Xinrui thought she was considerate, but Wang Haocheng almost went crazy, especially after hearing that she spent more than 200,000 yuan on these things. The strings in his brain that had been adjusted with great difficulty suddenly exploded. Before

his brain could react, his hand had already slapped her in the face,

"Who told you to spend so much money?!"


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