Abused Alpha Quits

The basement is extremely dim.

The lingering nose is moist and weird.

Sometimes there is the smell of rotting animal carcasses. There are many rats in the basement. Sometimes you can encounter a rat carcass that has been dead for a long time. Residents couldn't drive them away, and they were afraid that they would damage the pile of debris, so they locked the door, trapped them for seven days and seven nights, and starved them to death in the basement alive.

How did Song Miyan know? Because Father Song did this, more than once.

No fewer than six stray cats died in the hands of Father Song. Among them, there were even stray cats that gave birth to cubs.

The bluish light of the flashlight shone in the ramp leading to the basement, and a large black hole cracked in the wall of the corridor on one side, exposing the bricks and solidified cement inside the wall.

The hole was very deep and deep, and there was a layer of water underneath. When the light shone, the surface of the water shook, and the darkness seemed to be thick and deep to the extreme blood.

When Song Miyan saw this big hole for the first time, because he had just watched a horror movie, he was shocked physically and mentally by the murders and corpses in the movie. After seeing such a horror movie scene, he suddenly scared his legs. Soft, supporting the wall, heart pounding wildly, eyes fixed on the big hole, for fear that in the next second there will be a hideous and terrible corpse poking out of the hole, biting her, and pulling her into the hole.

It took a long time for the brain to stop replenishing various horror illusions.

But since then, she passed by here and didn't dare to look at the hole. She had also gone to other basements and found that this big hole could be regarded as the standard equipment for the basement of the community where she lived.

Passing through the ramp, the cool and shady atmosphere came in the basement and entered the low aisle. There are rooms of different sizes and sparse light on both sides. When I walked to the number 201, I pushed it gently, and the door opened with a creak.

It was full of old things, such as dilapidated sofas, painted bookcases, and some pots and pans that were obviously used by older generations.

She took out a booklet from under the sofa cushion and opened it, which was densely packed with handwriting.

I took a photo with a flashlight and saw many dates, names, food names, and approximate prices.

There are brackets next to the name to indicate the class.

This is an accounting book, and it is recorded that she owes the account.

She turned to the latest page, took out a signature pen from her pocket, and wrote the date September 2 on the top line.

Immediately afterwards: Peng Shengze (Fourth Liberal Arts Class), Snow Crisp, 15 yuan.

Guo Min (Class 5 of Science), chocolate, about 45 yuan.

Qu Yishuang (class 7 of liberal arts), imported extra-rich biscuits, about 50 yuan.

...

The writing was very fast. For a time, I only heard the rustle of the pen tip and the surface of the paper. In just three minutes, there were more than 20 records in the notebook.

Song Miyan's natural memory is very good. In order to maximize the efficiency of recitation, under the guidance of the teacher in elementary school, after special training, he almost reached the level of unforgettable memory in junior high school.

So I just listened to the gift-giving classmates saying it once, and then I remembered it firmly. The price was either scanned through WeChat or referred to the shopping software. If it was purchased at a cake shop near the school, she would go there to take a look at the price list.

Ye Ci (Class 9 of Science), two cola chicken drumsticks, two braised lion heads, five braised prawns...about 100 yuan.

It took three lines to finish.

In the previous series of desserts and snacks, it is very abrupt.

Looking at the sudden change in the painting style of the food name, Song Qiyan stared for a moment, and then lingered on the word "Ye Ci" for a while before closing the account book and tucking it back to its original place.

I pushed off the lacquer bookcase again. There was a groove on the back wall of the bookcase. I tore the wallpaper pasted on it and took out a mobile phone from the inside.

From the second-to-last pots and pans piled up, take out an online-supplied voice changer worth 30 yuan.

Finally, from the bookcase, I pulled out an a4 paper size white question board, which is different from the three erasable marker pens in different colors.

Song Miyan will use a voice changer to record some test questions explaining videos, and post them to relevant fee-based websites. Because of the clear idea of ​​solving the questions, the sales are good every day.

Later, some parents placed orders and asked her to give online lessons to their children at home.

She requested that she should not show her face in online classes and wear gloves when writing on the question board. She simply said that she was too good at lecturing, and the parents had tolerated her "quirks".

Actually, where is the quirk.

She just can't be recognized...especially by her parents.

This is her secretly saving up to college and even

Postgraduate tuition and living expenses.

When recording videos, she usually goes to remote corners of the park.

The money is closed once in a class, all in this hidden mobile phone by sending QQ red envelopes.

At this time, inside Song's clothing store.

After Song's father and Song's mother sent away the last wave of students who came because of Song Qiyan, a smirk appeared on his face, and it faded clean in an instant.

Mother Song was slobbering, and counted the money in her hand, making a smile when she counted it.

Father Song lit a cigarette, heard laughter, and cast her a sideways look: "Brilliant!"

When Mother Song heard this, she was immediately upset, her mouth narrowed, and she stretched out her hand to hit him: "Old Song, what do you mean by this! Look down on me?"

The inferior smoke curled up, bewildering Father Song's savvy eyes: "Yinyin secretly gave us so much money, do you still care about this mosquito leg?"

Mother Song thought of the five million bank card that Yinyin had given them, her eyes burst instantly, but her mouth said, "What do you know? Big money has big money to be happy, and small money also has the fun of small money."

As he said, he flicked a wad of money in his hand, squinted his eyes close, grinned, and listened to the sound of the paper money.

"Furthermore." She said, "Yinyin gives us money, and we can only use it secretly. It can neither make the neighbors suspicious, nor let Xiaoyan discover it. It's like shooting a spy war drama. Mosquito legs', anyhow it can be spent upright. Lao Song, how long do you think we have to continue this kind of life?"

Father Song handed the cigarette to his lips and inhaled hard: "Quickly, when Xiaoyan graduates from high school and gets a graduation certificate, she happens to be an adult, so he will marry her away. It's better to stay away from this city. Wait. After marrying her out, we will take Wanwan to move, live in a big house, drive an expensive car, and enjoy our life."

Mother Song didn't say a word for a while, so she sat with her head down and her money.

Father Song glanced at her: "Why? Reluctant? The benevolence of a woman! She will hinder Yinyin Road, don't you know?"

The word "Yinyin" made Song's mother react a little. She sighed and put aside a pile of hot money in the palm of her hand. The hesitation in her eyes gradually receded: "You are right."

She stood up and stepped closer: "Actually, I was just thinking before, didn’t you say that you want to marry her? I heard that now rich people like college students, or college students from prestigious universities. If it is enough, you will be able to collect a lot more when the time comes, and it will cost hundreds of thousands to keep the unevenness."

When Father Song heard the words, he pointed his finger at her fiercely, and yelled: "I've fainted you! I know in my heart that money is a prodigal wife!"

After that, she lowered her voice again and said, "What's the situation in our family, you don't know? You still want to marry Xiaoyan to a rich person? You really think that Xiaoyan can't be in contact with rich people in her life. Keep away from the upper class!"

Mother Song was scolded and her neck was cursed. This was indeed because she wanted to be too beautiful. Old Song's words were the most realistic.

Father Song shook the ashes and snorted: "We are actually very kind, at least we didn't directly kill her and raised her. Now she is so good and proficient in housework, these are all of us. Credit, but she wants to go outside and go to a wider world. This is to be suppressed anyway! We are the yoke that ties her, and for Yinyin, she must be shackled to death!"

Mother Song did not hesitate this time, and nodded heavily.

Father Song threw the cigarette **** on the ground, stepped on it, and crushed it hard: "If Yinyin were not for the five million yuan, I wouldn't even let her read it in high school."

Dinner time, for most people, is a rare and pleasant time of the day, but for the people who eat melon online, it is destined to be an eye-popping moment!

All over the country, different models and styles of mobile phones have been "dididi" constantly, and various social softwares have experienced delays, flashbacks, and crashes. Netizens sitting at the dinner table, holding their mobile phones, swiping Gua, apart from fucking, can't say anything else.

For some celebrity fans, it is no less than a bolt from the blue!

Chi Jian is a freshman in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School. He is a fan of second-tier actress Meng Xiyu. He has been a fan for almost three years. He especially likes Xiyu's elegant and indifferent temperament.

result!

Damn it! This swearing, smoking, snake-hearted, vainly attempting to ruin the younger generations, Xiyu, do I really know that Xiyu? !

Isn't it worn? Is it still a ghost?

A photo was posted showing Meng Xiyu having a very happy conversation with a person in the Xuanmen.

The old Xuanmen man even touched Xiyu's waist, Xiyu just smiled and let the other person fumble.

Oh my god!

I heard that there are people in the entertainment circle who are particularly superstitious and will raise some little ghosts, hoping to be popular for a long time. Is it possible that Xiyu has been reversed?

Faced with the incessant slumber and shocked her son, Chi's mother struck her rice bowl hard: "Eat! You can't stop your mouth with rice!"

"Wait, wait until I finish replying to this message." Chi Jian typed quickly, and he wanted to go to the group to ask if it was true and if someone was in Hei Xiyu.

Although there are photos and even videos, he still can't believe it because of his true heart to idols.

In case... the photo is p, and the person in the video just happens to look like, not the person!

He went to several groups, and the typing hands almost became an afterimage.

Three minutes later, Mother Chi became irritable and twisted his ears: "Eat!"

"Mom, wait for me, wait for me to finish this Weibo first!"

There are big melons popping up constantly, the true and the false, the false and the true, which is dizzying and indistinguishable.

"Chi, Jian! It's time to eat!!!" Chi's mother is about to beat someone, and the whole family is eating, so Chi Jian holds a mobile phone, what it looks like!

"Mom, wait for me..."

Chi Jianyuan wanted to say "just wait another five minutes", but after seeing the latest video of Xiyu's crew playing big cards and pushing his assistant, only ten seconds, the forwarding broke 10,000.

Chi Jian:...

"Forget it, Mom, I still won't eat today."

After speaking, he took the phone and went back to the house.

"Little bastard! Your skin is hard!"

At dinner time today, the dialogue among the people who eat melons on the whole network is like this:

[Hi, brother/sister, have you eaten melon? 】

[What melon? I am eating! 】

【Eat you are paralyzed! Pick up the phone and get dry! 】

And some star fans are like this:

[Oh, brothers and sisters, I don’t believe it! I never believe it! How could idol be like this? She/he is obviously not such a person! 】

[My idol is a gentle/humorous/ yuppie handsome/ occasionally cute male god/goddess, how could it be that the demeanor in the photos/videos is lost/the sinister and cunning villain! ! ! 】

[Today, did your idol image collapse? 】

There are seven star melons appearing endlessly on the Internet, seven points are true

There were three-point falsehoods in it, causing those three-point falsehoods to become true. The incident repeatedly fermented, and all fans were off the court, and these seven star opponents were also secretly making efforts.

Seven people were involved, and they were busy with public relations.

This sudden incident caught them off guard.

Public relations companies and marketing accounts have made a lot of money.

Netizens expressed great sympathy for Mu Jiayi who was secretly planned to suppress Mu Jiayi in the video. For a while, they flooded her Weibo to cheer for her.

Then I flipped through Jiayi’s previous Weibo and saw a selfie: Wow, what a stunning beauty this is! It's so beautiful, so beautiful! Awei is dead!

Take another look and show your talent: Oh my God! What a treasure in this world! Obviously you can rely on Yan, but you have to rely on talent! Loved love!

Turn over the variety show again: it is beautiful and sassy, ​​cute and funny, the lens is excellent, the variety show is full, and it's really fragrant!

Goblin! I love you!

It has gained millions of followers overnight, and its national popularity has also greatly increased.

#嘉怡实事件#

#嘉怡we believe you#

The hot search terms on the top continue to increase in popularity, and finally sit first and second, and the topic is hot.

And immediately followed by:

#人Set collapse, Meng Xiyu's heart is dirty#

#代视后江郎才尽，自甘落落#

#一线 Variety big coffee elegant mask drop, what is the reason for oppressing the younger generation#

The seven stars represented by Meng Xiyu almost spit out a mouthful of old blood!

They "collapsed in human design", instead paved a bright avenue for Mu Jiayi.

If they release Mu Jiayi now, netizens will definitely say it is fake, all fake, don't believe a word!

After secretly preparing for so long and spending so much time and energy, in the end, it was not only a waste of water from the bamboo basket, but also a steal.

They almost fainted!

Of the seven stars, two stars were scolded slightly, precisely because the two of them did not go to the high-end club last time, and the other five were almost scolded by netizens as street rats. After the collapse of the design, they were also crowned. In the name of oppressing the younger generation and having a vicious mind.

Yu Manning saw an extra 1 million in the account. In addition to the original 500,000, there was an extra 500,000.

[Muxuan: Good job, reward you]

【Yu Manning: 3q～】

After replying to the text message, I made a gesture of continuing to cheer to myself!

The next day, Ye Ci came to the school and looked at the empty front row. He didn't see the petite figure. He couldn't help but feel a little lost. Yu Manning didn't come.

Song Miyan walked over with a watch: "Have you thought about it? What are you going to sell at the bazaar?"

Ye Ciyuan wanted to say, of course, I thought about it, but I remembered that when I filled out the form yesterday, because the form started with the students in the first row and the first row in order, and passed down one by one, Ye Ci was sitting in the first column, and Song Qiyan Sitting in the second column, she didn't see what Song Qiyan filled in.

He asked, "What about you Song, what are you going to sell?"

"Here, see for yourself, you are the only one left in the class."

The finely powdered, pearlescent fingertips pushed the thin a4 paper and slid over.

She didn't leave her nails, the edges were polished very neatly, and there was a curved white crescent at the base of the fingernail, which looked very cute.

Ye Ci's gaze was not attracted by the dense handwriting on the paper, but by the shiny luster on her fingers: "Did you wash your hands?"

Song Qiyan didn't answer, but bumped into the back of her hand: "Did you say I washed my hands?"

The porcelain-white skin and the slightly cool touch made Ye Ci's heart burn suddenly, as if there was a strange feeling of electric shock.

Song Miyan only touched it once, and was about to withdraw his hand, but was caught in the next moment.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and tilted her head, with doubts in her beautiful eyes.

Ye Ci also didn't know how he would make such a move. He opened his eyes blankly, and hurriedly made up nonsense: "I just... didn't feel it clearly, so just..."

Song Miyan seemed to chuckle slightly, and shook her hand back: "Do you feel it now? Are my palms wet?"

Although Ye Ci couldn't see herself, she knew that based on the rising temperature of her cheeks, it was probably red: "Not wet."

The deputy squad leader who passed by the window heard the specious words such as "wet and wet, palms", the soul of gossip was burning, and did not recognize the voices of the two classmates, he pushed open the open window, and then Saw Ye Ci and the squad leader shaking hands!

The deputy squad leader was silly, and then he roared like a pig: "I'll drop my heart! Come on, do I have hallucinations, how can I... how can I see..."

The expression is extremely exaggerated! The tone is extremely exaggerated!

Ye Ci was shocked. He let go of Song's hand, and walked to the window in three steps in two steps, stretched his arms, and covered the deputy monitor's mouth: "Hush."

The deputy squad leader was weak, pitiful and helpless. He looked over with full play and gestured with his eyes: I, understand.

What do you know you!

Ye Ci's forehead has blue veins protruding: "Calm down, don't talk, you know? It's not what you see, everything is a misunderstanding."

The deputy squad leader was pitiful, and nodded a little "tolerantly".

After Ye Ci was sure that she wouldn't say anything, he let go of the hand covering her mouth.

Unexpectedly, the other party stared at her palm for a long while, and hesitated to say: "You didn't do anything lustful just now, right?"

Ye Ci's eye knife was caught.

The deputy squad leader shrank: "Don't worry, I'm just worried about what you have touched, and then I covered my mouth with the hand that did the job..."

Squad leader Song Qiyan came over.

Ye Ci said to her, "What should I do if I want to kill someone and bury the body?"

Song Miyan patted her shoulder: "Now it is a society ruled by law, calm down."

The deputy squad leader surrounded him in fear, and looked at the two people who looked at him in the window: "What are you doing? Don't mess around!"

"Why don't you, just give you something." Song Moyan stepped closer, "I have a memorable English grammar trick, either?"

The deputy squad leader's eyes lit up, and he said coyly: "Well, I haven't seen anything, and I won't say anything."

When the deputy squad leader is holding the pamphlet, if he gets into the class with a treasure, he returns to his seat.

Ye Ci breathed a sigh of relief, holding his forehead, and sighing helplessly.

Looking at Ye Ci, Song Miyan suddenly shrugged his shoulders and bent his eyes: "In fact, we didn't do anything. Why are we so nervous? It's as if we really did something."

What did you really do...

Ye Ci thought of the "sexy thing" said by the deputy squad leader, and smelled the faint fragrance of classmate Song, all of a sudden, everything went wrong.

She loosened the collar of the school uniform shirt.

Hmm, it's a bit hot.

Unfasten the two buttons with your fingertips, revealing the beautifully shaped collarbone.

Song Miyan took a look, and could see the shadowy gully, and the beige shoulder straps, instantly as hot as they were, and then retracted his gaze: "Fill in the form."

Oh, watch!

Had it not been for the reminder of Song, Ye Ci would have forgotten about it.

Before she started writing, she read the names of her classmates one by one, and finally found it!

[Song Miyan, song service (limited to the first 20 people), 10 yuan per song]

Seeing this, Ye Ci couldn't help holding out his thumb: "Um, can you book it?"

Song Qiyan smiled slightly and shook his head: "No, we must follow the rules."

"Yes, we must abide by the squad leader's rules." Ye Ci smirked and wrote on the last line.

Song Miyan looked at it and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Are you going to do this? What are you going to do with the raw materials?"

Ye Ci touched his lips with a finger and blinked slyly: "Shanren has a clever plan. Does the squad leader want to make a reservation? You can accept the reservation."

Song Qiyan lowered his eyes, shy and unspeakable in his pocket, and shook his head.

"Well, how about the exchange?" Ye Ci didn't want to see her appearance for some reason, so he proposed: "How about swapping your first song?"

Song Miyan glanced at the pricing she wrote and felt that she had lost, but out of a certain desire, she agreed.

The whole morning was spent among the students discussing the items for the charity sale. The teacher in charge of the class frequently beat the table, extremely annoyed at the absent-mindedness of the students, but was helpless.

After the morning class, it finally arrived at noon. Everyone, like the flying birds, didn’t even eat any food, and rushed to the playground to find the area delineated by the class, set up a stall, and put up a price tag. .

Suddenly, the school gate opened and a large off-road vehicle came in.

Go straight to the playground and stop with a sharp flick.

"Who?"

"Are you participating in the charity sale?"

"I do not know."

Amid the discussion among the classmates, Ye Xiaoru walked out of the off-road vehicle in a capable black and white sportswear, opened the trunk, and inside was a row of commercial large-scale automatic ice shaver machines, an ice cube making machine, and a variety of colorful There are fruits such as blueberries, grapes, and honey pomelo in the flavored jams.

The fruit is bright in color and full in shape, and it is not cheap at first glance.

The white metal shell of the ice shaver flashed a dazzling light in the sun, blinding everyone's eyes, and let all the students who witnessed it feel the power of money stacking!

Ye Xiaoru beckoned to Ye Ci, smiling particularly brightly: "Xiao Ci, come."

Ye Ci ran up to meet him, opened his arms and hugged Ye Xiaoru. Ye Xiaoru’s face was full of disgust but full of happiness. After that, the two of them picked up an ice shaver and went to the booth belonging to Ye Ci on the playground. Yi Wanyun walked to it. Approaching: "Student Ye, can I help too?"

"Okay, thank you."

After Yi Wanyun, several class 9 students came one after another, and there were even omegas from other classes.

Ye Xiaoru watched the battle: her own baby girl is very popular!

Thinking of her daughter being ridiculed, ridiculed and isolated when she was in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, mother Ye's impression of Beicheng No. 1 Middle School has improved a lot.

Looking at the students who came around again, how come apart from omega, it is beta?

The look in her daughter's eyes was teasing for an instant, and she whispered in her ears, "That's right, the popularity is pretty good, is there anyone you like?"

"Mom." Ye Ci glanced at her, super helpless.

"What's the matter? Mom doesn't object to your dating, but it can't affect your studies. Are there any beautiful schoolmasters in your school?"

Ye Xiaoru asked with a smile.

Looks beautiful and academic?

Ye Ci thought of Song Qiyan in an instant, and it happened that the other party also walked over at this time.

"Ah! This classmate is really pretty!" Ye Xiaoru exaggerated in a low voice, "Xiaoci, how is her grades?"

Ye Ci didn't know if it was a guilty conscience or what, so he said, "Not good."

"Ah, that's a pity."

Ye Xiaoru looked at Song Moyan with regret, but was taken aback by Song Moyan.

"Student Ye, I'll also help."

After Song Qiyan finished speaking, he picked up an ice shaver. During the move, after finding a chance to talk to Ye Ci alone, he asked her softly:

"Did you tell your mother something about me?"

Ye Ci blinked, pretending to be stupid: "No."

Song Qiyan expressed suspicion, and looked at her back and forth with beautiful eyes: "Is there really no one?"

Ye Ci hugged the cold ice machine in his arms tightly: "Why should I lie to you."

Right.

Song Miyan had no choice but to suppress the doubts in his heart.

After Ye Ci prepared everything, he wrote on six pieces of a4 white paper with a black marker:

[Fruit shaved ice, 5 yuan per serving]

Song Miyan frowned, "You will lose money like this, right?"

The cost of seven ice shaver machines alone is almost 20,000 yuan, not to mention there are other things.

Who knows that Ye Ci smiled mysteriously, took out a leaflet from the ice cube maker, and shook it: "It's a publicity. My mother opened a dessert shop in a commercial street. If it does well, prepare to open a chain. ."

"So, isn't it in the commercial street opposite the school? There, Brother Qiang will charge protection fees."

Ye Ci shook his head: "No. It's closer to Nancheng, a certain distance away from Beicheng No. 1 Middle School. Let's walk for 40 minutes. The store provides takeaway service."

"That's okay." Song Qiyan said, as long as the taste is really good, students, even if there is no take-out service, are still quite willing to run for food.

"Here, please post it for me."

Song Miyan took the thick leaflet and gave her a sideways look: "You are really welcome."

Ye Ci laughed, "I think if it's you, it will definitely be done in minutes."

The charm of the campus goddess is not just talking about it.

Song Miyan understood what she meant, somehow, she was a little upset for a moment, but she wouldn't return the flyers she received.

He pursed his lips and left like the wind.

Ye Ci looked at her back, a little puzzled: Why is Student Song angry again?

Yi Wanyun received the flyer and ran over quickly: "Auntie is going to be in the dessert business?"

"Ok."

"Then Auntie must make delicious desserts."

Ye Ci thought of the cat biscuits that had been baked n times last night, and shrugged a little helplessly: "No."

"what?"

Yi Wanyun is full of question marks, making desserts not delicious, but you want to open a dessert shop? ? ?

Funny?

"She asked employees to do it."

Yi Wanyun suddenly realized: "Oh, you don't really need to do it yourself when you are a boss, I didn't react in front of me."

No, she wanted to do it herself, but after many failures, she could only give up in tears.

Ye Ci didn't know why Ye Xiaoru had such a big obsession with opening a dessert shop. Could it be because of a childhood dream?

It's really possible.

It seems that many girls once had an idea similar to opening a milk tea shop or dessert house.

When everyone had arranged everything, they went upstairs and moved the bench to the temporary stage in the playground.

"Hey! Everyone! I'm going to perform on stage in the afternoon, come to me and put on makeup! There will be a TV station to interview!" a teacher shouted loudly with several students.

What? The TV station still needs an interview?

The news exploded among the students in an instant.

——Unexpectedly, Xiaopo school can still have such an array of noodles? It's incredible!

——TV station? Can I have a chance to show my face?

——I think TV interviews are not a good thing. Nancheng No. 1 High School will also hold a charity performance today. The same theme and the same date must be compared with others. If the comparison is made, it is simply a public sentence!

When it comes to Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, everyone is silent, and no one says "Don't be ambitious" because it is really incomparable.

It is the distance between the sea and the stream, the difference between the moon and the firefly, and the gap that is completely crushed.

Young should be frivolous, but when it comes to Nancheng No.1 Middle School, everyone's faces are inferior and desolate.

Until Song Qiyan walked to the makeup teacher.

Everyone immediately became excited, and completely walked out of the gloomy atmosphere.

——Walk around and watch the goddess make-up!

——What is Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, is it important to have a goddess?

——The goddess's makeup is so beautiful, with makeup on, it's not so beautiful!

At the time when most people crowded around in the playground.

Chu Dailing and the two followers overheard something.

Someone wants to put a laxative that works immediately in Song Yaoyan's mineral water!

An omega performing on stage, because he knew about the TV station interview in advance, in order not to let Song Yaoyan's performance overwhelm him, he was prepared to use this dirty method.

Chu Dailing bit her lip and fell into an inner struggle. In her own heart, she certainly didn't want her rival Song Moyan to show off, but the drug was too poisonous and dirty, and she didn't want to get the desired result through such means.

So, should I remind Song Qiyan?

On the other side, there was a bottle of mineral water with Song Qiyan's name affixed to it, and a trembling hand quietly probed it while everyone was not paying attention.