Domesticated Wife: AA system for wealthy transactions

Rongyan was originally a joke, but after he finished speaking, Lian Chengyazhi locked her with his eyes and said, "Then just say it."

He was about to hear what she called a hell-like life, and what else could she make up.

Rongyan smiled embarrassedly: "Mr. Liancheng, do you... really want to hear it?"

Lian Cheng Yaqi slowly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and looked like he was going to beat someone if you didn’t say anything, and said viciously: “Say, I’ll do nothing today, I’ll just listen to you.”

The handsome man swallowed his saliva, oh, it’s hard to fool around today.

It seems that I really have to talk to Lian Cheng Yazhi about one, two, three, and four, otherwise he wouldn't have finished it.

Rongyan clenched her fists and made up her mind. She said, "Okay, since you are so interested in my story, it would be too meaningful if I didn't say it, but... before I talk about it, can I light a cigarette first?

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After a while, Lian Chengyao nodded reluctantly.

He didn't know why Rongyan wanted to light a cigarette. He especially didn't like Rongyan smoking. He had seen her twice, and after each time he felt uncomfortable.

But this time Liancheng could see that if he didn't nod, his face wouldn't have said it easily.

Liang Yan patted his shoulder happily: "Mr. Liancheng, please sit down first. My affairs are as smelly and long as the old woman's foot binding. Please sit down and listen slowly."

After saying that, Rongyan ran to find her own bag, found a cigarette and a lighter.

Liangyan lit a cigarette and sat opposite Liancheng Elegant.

She didn't want to suck, but she was afraid that when she accidentally, the small movements on her hands would reveal flaws, so she had to have something on her hands.

She skillfully held a cigarette in her face. She didn't smoke, but let the slender cigarette burn slowly. Looking at the wisps of smoke floating on the cigarette butts, she slowly opened the box like a box that had been covered with dust for many years.

Pour out the stuff.

The voice of the face slowly rang in the room, like a melodious tune released from an old phonograph, with the vicissitudes of time settled.

"I was terrified every day before I was ten years old. At that time, life was very difficult. Sometimes I could only eat one meal a day. I was afraid that my mother would send me to an orphanage or to someone else, and when I went to bed at night

I didn't dare to sleep too hard because we often moved at that time, and many of them were in the middle of the night. I was afraid that if I didn't wake up and opened my eyes, she would have left me behind."

Rongyan breathed a sigh of relief and continued unconsciously: "Every time I went out with my mother, she hugged Rong Jia, and I followed me tightly, and I didn't dare to grab her hand because she

Her hand will never hold me, of course, her hand will also be stretched out to me. Every time I hit me, no matter how fun it is on the street, I will not take a look, because I know,

Once I get lost, she will never look for me. I keep wondering if she takes me out shopping with the same thoughts, people come and go, and the traffic flows in the streets, lost.

It's so normal for a child."

Speaking of this, Rongyan felt her eyes were a little dry. She raised her hand and took a sip. After the smoke came out of her mouth, she continued: "This kind of life lasted until she was ten years old, and my mother met Rong Shenghai."

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