"Western suburbs, Liujia Village."
The boy's voice was very clear and he turned on the air conditioner very skillfully.
Before the Yan family fell into decline, they were still a wealthy businessman with tens of millions of dollars in savings. As for the car... it was still fun to use if it was cheaper.
Xihe sighed, life is full of ups and downs, one moment he is prosperous and wealthy, the next moment he is sleeping on the street. However, the Yan family is completely suicidal. They even evaded taxes. If you don't do it, who will do it?
After drinking some wine and unable to drive, Xihe sat in the back and signaled Yanzhuang to give directions to the club driver.
"Qi Fan."
The young man spoke.
Xihe closed his eyes and said "Hmm".
The original owner had a good drinking capacity, so she didn't feel a headache, but she was exhausted and wanted to go to the toilet.
Yan Zhuang turned to look at him, his pursed lips showing a hint of stubbornness: "You haven't given me this month's money yet."
The driver's hands were steady, but his eyes quietly glanced to the side. He happened to catch the wolf-like gaze of a young boy, glaring at him fiercely: "What are you looking at? You don't want the job anymore, do you?"
With a bad attitude and arrogant attitude, he still thinks he is the same person as before.
Xihe propped up his chin and looked at him, feeling quite surprised. This character... was interesting.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Zhuang's handsome face suddenly turned red and he stared at her: "We agreed to give it once a month. You can't be so poor that you can't even part with this little money, right?"
His fingertips were curled up, tightly gripping the back of the leather chair, and his mouth was pursed tightly.
Xihe looked at him, curious: "Aren't you going to school? Why do you need so much money? Why, raising a dog behind my back?"
"You fart on horseback!"
The boy exploded instantly.
His chest was rising and falling, he was gasping for breath, he wanted to say something but then closed his mouth: "Anyway, you give it or not."
He wanted to have the guts to say that if you don't give it to me, I won't live with you, but...he has no ability, no spine, and is so angry that he can only be angry with himself.
"hehe."
A chuckle.
Before the boy completely exploded, Xihe covered his lips and yawned: "I didn't bring the card. I'll give it to you tomorrow."
I don’t know how long the original owner had been playing. Xihe was already a little drowsy at this time. She supported her head with her hands and leaned on the seat: "Call me when you get there."
Neon lights flashed outside the window, vehicles flashed by, and the temperature inside the car gradually increased. Yan Zhuang immediately looked at the driver, raised his hand and lowered the temperature again, glaring at Xihe: Let you tease me, in the end What a cold!
After a while, I saw the stinky woman shrinking in, and reluctantly raising the temperature...
The car passed through the lively streets, headed towards a remote road, and finally stopped in a shantytown: "We're here!"
Xihe was woken up, slowly got up from his seat, opened the door and got out of the car.
The night was thick, the sky was dark, the street lights were dim, and there were crowded shacks in front of them. Occasionally, a few lights were on. The young man stood under the lights, looking rich and noble, which was incompatible with them.
"Where is your home?"
Xihe looked around with his head looking around.
The young man glanced at her silently, turned around and left: "I'll call you tomorrow!"
Passing through the dark alley, the shadow disappeared in a flash.
Xihe:? ? ?
How did she get this temper from him?
Open the door, get in the car, start it, and the car drives out of the alley and onto the main road.
It was already twelve o'clock in the evening when he got home, and the villa was quiet. Xihe was walking through the yard with his head buried in it, when suddenly a person jumped out from beside him: "What are you doing?"
"Hey! Brother, what are you doing?"
Xihe was shocked.
