The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

buzz buzz --

Gouzi leaned over and took a look: "Yo, your concubine asked you to eat hot pot, do you want to go?"

"Li Tai? No."

Grinning at the white and beautiful young lady in the mirror, Xihe came out and took out a thick padded jacket from the closet to put it on, and then went to look for shoes.

Li Tai, Gouzi's concubine, a well-known rich second generation in the business school, was also one of the triggers for the original owner's decision to separate from Lin Mo completely.

I heard that my family owns a large supermarket chain. Not only is he rich and handsome, but he has been chasing the original owner for a while. If she doesn't come, the two of them will formally communicate tonight, realizing a two-way transaction of money and sex.

That's right, with such a rich second-generation boyfriend, who cares about Lin Mo's three melons and two dates?

But now that she's here, it's natural that the situation can't be allowed to continue. It's best to cut it clean and have nothing to do with it.

But the most urgent thing now is to find Lin Mo quickly.

He came to the imperial capital to take care of the original owner. Because he had no education, he could only move bricks on the construction site. She might be suffering in the cold weather, so she had to hurry over.

As for Xu Yang, the series of tragedies behind him are that the original owner, the elder sister, didn't do well. As long as she and Lin Mo get along well and there are no such messy things later, with his intelligence, he will definitely be able to live well.

The dormitory in the four-person room is extremely small, except that the clothes are separated, and the shoes that are usually worn are randomly piled up at the door.

High heels, snow boots, sneakers... Xihe struggled for a while before finding the original owner's boots.

"Give me the phone."

The paw moved away, and the dog looked curiously at her going out: "What are you doing?"

"Looking for Xiaoqinger."

Glancing at it sideways, Xihe opened the door with a soft snort, and the wind and snow whizzed in. "Hiss, it's so cold." She shrank her neck and gathered her clothes tighter.

It is about four o'clock now, the sky is gloomy, red lanterns are hung on the trees, and pedestrians wrapped in cotton jackets are rushing everywhere.

Xihe ran to the bus stop at the school gate and waited for a while. The bus came a few minutes later. She put two coins into the coin box and sat down in the back row.

The original owner of this road to Lin Mo's residence often goes there too, but to ask for money, sometimes five hundred, sometimes one thousand, and leave every time after taking the money.

In the eyes of the original owner, Lin Mo is an obedient tool man who can make money. He only thinks of him when he asks for money. He usually has a lot of fun with the people in the school.

Because she wears tasteful clothes and is generous with her hands, many students think that her family background is good, but in fact, huh. It's just that someone is carrying the burden for her.

She is still not grateful for this, she despises Lin Mo for this, despises Lin Mo for that, forbids him to come to school, and only says that he is a fellow villager when she meets people.

Although the two had a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, Lin Mo never even held the original owner's hand.

Wow, the highest level of prostitution.

Tsk tsk twice, Xihe searched in the original owner's mind, but did not find Lin Mo's specific appearance.

In his memory, he seemed to keep his head down all the time, always wearing worn-out overalls, and the hand that handed the money to the original owner had thick knuckles and was covered with calluses.

He was obviously the same age as the original owner, but he lived his life as if he was forty or fifty years old.

"Sigh, it will belong to your family anyway, if you don't like it, then earn money to raise it for him." Gouzi bluffed.

Xihe... touched his pocket, um, five hundred oceans!

(The person who left first): Deeply and shallowly, I always miss the month, month and year, but I will still love him and never forget him~

Emma, ​​I really like this song, ahhhhhh! ! ! ! ! blow it up!

The wind is whistling~~ blowing the smoke~~