When You’re Gone

She transferred all the money to another account and sent an email to the person who emailed her every day with the transfer record, and threatened the other party. If they dared to leak the picture of Aunt Mei, they would not get a penny. .

The driver was a man with a pointed face and looked at Liang Shu from the rearview mirror for several times. Liang Shu hung up the phone and looked back. His expression was a bit sullen, "Look at it again and click your eyes." , And let you taste the taste of AIDS."

When she got home, when she got off the car, the skirt was hung on the door, and the dress skirt was torn from the ankle with a big slit and was scrapped.

The driver was afraid that she would mistake him, and did not even slam the rear door, stepped on the accelerator and left.

Liang Shu's skirt was still hung, and the whole person was dragged out for several meters until the piece of fabric was completely torn.

A huge pain swept all over her body. She was lying on the ground, and in her pupil's reflection, the drunkard of the community stumbled past her with a wine bottle.

Smelling the smell, Liang Shu began to retching again, but he couldn't vomit anything, and his eyes were dark and uncomfortable.

When she went upstairs, an hour had passed.

At that time, there were couples who were out late and they were surprised and envious when they looked at the cars parked downstairs in the community. "Dear, take a look, Rolls-Royce Phantom, my God, how can our community..."

"This one is close to ten million, I really want to touch it..."

Before they approached, the lights of the car turned on, and they drove straight past the two of them and headed to the main road.

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The next day, Liang Shu went to Qian Hui.

The nightclub that Qianhui stays at is called Yulouchun, and the mummy here is Sister Ling.

Sister Ling looked at Liang Shu who had changed her clothes for a while, her frowning brows were never loosened, her bright red nail polish fingers slid from her waist to the side of her legs, and said, "I look good, and I have a great body. Good, it’s just...it’s okay for you to be hurt all over, it will be disgusting."

Liang Shu stared at the collar of Sister Ling's stand-up cheongsam, and looked down, "Isn't this more special?"

This mother Sangsheng's pair of pill and phoenix eyes seemed to be contemptuous to anyone, but at this moment he did not immediately answer the conversation.

Qian Hui glared at Relief, then pulled her to her side and looked at Sister Ling, "Sister Ling, she is short of money, she will sit on the stage tonight, are you optimistic?"

"Can you accept it?" Sister Ling stared at Liang Shu.

Liang Shu slowly released her fingers while pinching her dress, and smiled slowly, "Yes."

It’s a coincidence that the lobby manager cursed and walked from one side to see Liang Shu's eyebrows raised. A moment of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said to Sister Ling, "The girl in bag 5, the girls who went in were all blasted out, really Nima is hard to serve..."

Qian Hui knew who it was when he guessed it. The boss of a tobacco company, who was in his forties, had a very bad temper and a strange temperament. This Yulouchun rarely had a girl he liked.

Either it's wrong here, or it doesn't fit his mind.

Sister Ling narrowed her eyes to look at Liang Shu, "A dead horse is a living horse doctor, take her to try."

Finally, she leaned close to Liang Shu, stretched out her hand to take off the heavy necklace from her neck, and said, "I'm dead in tacky clothes," and said, "Isn't she trying to make money? Make the lord happy all night. Maybe there is a down payment for the house."

Liang Shu raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Qian Hui led her in.

The private room was full of alcohol, and it was crowded with people. Liang Shu was arranged to be next to the boss.