Difficult to raise a wealthy daughter-in-law

When Han Jiangye went out, Liang Ruolin sat on a chair with a knife stabbed in her heart, bleeding.

Why, why can't she get his love no matter what she does, she works so hard to become a woman worthy of him, she keeps guarding herself like a jade, just to want to be with him, why.

She really didn't understand what was wrong with her, Han Jiangye could love anyone, but he never set his sights on himself.

"Why." Liang Ruolin closed her eyes, tears fell down, but no one would care about her tears.

Liang Ruolin called, "Don't you want to see Li Zhixin, then come here, but I need you to do something for me."

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Lorraine looked at a novel reposted by Yang Xiao, clicked to read it, and was immediately attracted. It was a woman who only wanted children but didn't want to get married. After breaking up with her boyfriend, she found out that she was pregnant. The strange thing is that she didn't want to use her child to reunite with her ex-boyfriend, but raised the child independently.

The author's writing style is very delicate, every detail, every expression is well portrayed.

Of course, when novels are always bloody, the ex-boyfriend knows the existence of the child, but at that time he already had a new girlfriend.

Who will the ex-boyfriend choose? The ex-girlfriend who gave birth to a child for him, or the current girlfriend who is getting along very well and has thought about getting married.

"It's really tangled." Lorraine looked down hard, and spent a few hours watching there, but after catching up with the latest update, it was broken, "Don't be like this, why did it break."

Lorraine left a comment below, and even recharged money to support the author, but he didn't know how much to recharge.

"Hey, I want to top up money to give a reward, how much is an appropriate reward?" Lorraine asked Amei, who has been chasing articles for a long time, "Do I want to chat with her?"

"Of course it's a big red envelope." Amei glanced at the text that Lorraine was chasing, "I'm also chasing, but I haven't paid for it yet, hehe."

Lorraine rolled her eyes, "Sister, I'm also a literary worker, how can you do this, even read a pirated version, is it easy for others to write a text, write a few thousand words, we can finish it in a few minutes, and you enjoy it for free The fruits of other people's labor despise you."

Amei repeatedly begged for mercy, "Okay, sister Lorraine, I won't do it next time, so I'll give you this red envelope, I'll give 1888."

"Where is 1888 enough, at least 18888?" Lorraine said angrily, "Hurry up, recharge the money, and let me know next time that you read pirated copies, and your manuscripts will not be commissioned in the future."

Amei admitted that she was defeated, and immediately recharged 18888 yuan to go in, and tipped the author [-], asking her to update it, "It's all right now."

Only then was Lorraine satisfied, "It's not too bad."

It's been three days since the update, and I don't know what to do, Lorraine is a little curious.

Flipping through Song Xixian's serial comics, and seeing the figure exceeding [-] million, I was shocked, "I'm going, it's against the sky."

There are so many comments below, thousands of comments, and tens of thousands of rewards, that Lorraine's hands trembled in fright.

It seems that the newspaper has serialized Song Xixian's comics, and the effect has come out, so many comments and clicks.

Lorraine immediately called Song Xixian, "Xixian, Xixian, quickly give me the author number of your serial, and I'll go in and see how much money you have."

"Not much, just a few thousand dollars." Song Xixian frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Actually, I serialized your comics in our newspaper without your consent, and I handed it over to the subordinates. I didn't expect to go to see it today, and your clicks suddenly exceeded [-] million, and it became popular. "Lorraine was a little excited, "Hurry up, give me your account number, it's against the sky, it must be a lot of money."

"What, you serialized my comics privately, but you didn't tell me, be careful that I sue your magazine for copyright infringement." Song Xixian pouted.

"Let's talk about this later, you deserve it, how could I miss you." Lorraine couldn't wait, "Hurry up, give me the account number."

Song Xixian signed up for the account, and when he heard the call, he exclaimed, "Xixian, there's a lot of money in it, I'll count it, it's 10,000+."

The feeling that the money came all of a sudden scared Lorraine.

Song Xixian blinked and was a little excited. There was no recommendation for the serialization before. Could it be that there is a recommendation?If you recommend it, the effect will come out, so powerful?

Song Xixian suddenly felt very relieved. After working so hard for so long, she still achieved results. No wonder the director of the publishing house wanted to publish her work. Now she is more confident, and the rhythm is simply chosen by the publishing house.

"However, 10,000+ is nothing to you. You are a millionaire now, so you don't care about 10,000+." Lorraine was delighted, "It's still accumulating, I really envy you."

"Luck, luck." Song Xixian chuckled.

"But what are you doing now?" Lorraine felt that there seemed to be some kind of party going on there.

Song Xixian looked at the celebration banquet jointly held by Yanhua and Lingshen for Liang Ruolin. It was huge, there were clothes deliveries on the spot, and there were a large number of orders and media friends from all over the world. What kind of celebration banquet was clearly a large-scale trading place .

It's the rhythm of respecting each other again. Although she can drink, she doesn't like this kind of entertainment.

"At Liang Ruolin's celebration banquet." Song Xixian said lightly.

"Okay, I won't bother you, but I will meet Han Jiangye, right?" Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

"It's a long story. I'll go back and tell you, and then help me find a house of 70 to 80 square meters. I want to buy a house." Song Xixian decided to solve his own housing problem first.

Lorraine laughed, "That's fine, buy it quickly. I happen to know some real estate developers and help you find one, but I think you don't have to buy a house at all. Wouldn't it be better for you to live directly with Li Zhixin? I believe he must be very happy." willing."

"Your sister, hang up." Song Xixian hung up the phone, and a stranger was approaching her.

The person who came was gentle and elegant, wearing a decent suit, branded goods, hair parted in the middle, very 80s style, but he looked very handsome.

"Miss Xixian, my name is Xiao Haitao, would you do me a favor and have a drink with me?" Xiao Haitao raised his glass.

Song Xixian raised the wine glass in his hand and touched him, "Cheers."

Taking a sip, seeing Xiao Haitao looking at him all the time, Song Xixian smiled awkwardly.

"It's really a surprise to see you here today. I look better in person than on TV. If I want, maybe I can make friends?"

"Uh, of course." She didn't know how to refuse.

Someone from behind bumped into Xiao Haitao suddenly, Xiao Haitao staggered, and the red wine in the glass fell on Song Xixian's skirt in an instant, Xiao Haitao was at a loss, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Song Xixian twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'll just go to the bathroom."

"I'll accompany you." Xiao Haitao felt sorry.

"No need, I can solve it myself." Song Xixian thought that luckily Li Zhixin bought her a dress designed by Liang Ruolin, otherwise such an occasion would be really embarrassing, so he immediately called Li Zhixin, "Brother Zhixin, my skirt Red wine was poured on the bed, can you give me the clothes, I'm going to the bathroom now."

As soon as Song Xixian entered the bathroom, the door of the bathroom was closed and locked. Song Xixian was shocked, turned around and saw Li Yan standing behind him.

She wore a black evening dress today, which set off her perfect figure, coquettish heavy makeup, and curly hair on one side. She was still so beautiful, and she couldn't see the decadence and haggardness in the hospital at all.

"Long time no see." Li Yan stepped on her high heels and walked to her side, watching Song Xixian already adeptly wearing designer clothes in various occasions, "Amazing, stepping on the shoulders of Li Zhixin and Han Jiangye to enter the entertainment industry."

Song Xixian leaned against the sink, "Thanks to you, I became the headlines of the major media, but no matter how much you slander me, the masses will naturally have eyes to judge and distinguish the truth from the false. Are you here today? Apologize to me?"

"You really think well." Li Yan laughed, as if she had heard a big joke, "Why pretend to be so calm, you know what I want to do."

"Why, it's up to you to hit me?" Song Xixian was also speechless, "Li Yan, you won't gain anything by hurting me here."

"Who said it was me?" Li Yan snorted coldly, snapped her fingers, and immediately a woman came out from the inside. She was tall and had more strength than a man looked at, "I don't know if I will see you like that tomorrow How fun would it be to appear on the headlines in embarrassment."

Song Xixian was in a hurry, and when he said it was too late, he grabbed Li Yan's carefully groomed hair, grabbed it in his hand, and slapped her with his hand, riding on her body, and slapped her face hard. Hit hard.

"Ah—" Li Yan didn't expect Song Xixian to treat her like this at all, "Get her away quickly, quickly."

Song Xixian, however, acted like a lunatic, holding on to Li Yan and refusing to let go, almost knocking Li Yan unconscious, "Hmph, since I'm going to be in bad luck, I won't make it easier for you."

Her hair was pulled, and Song Xixian covered her hair in pain. Soon she felt a nauseating dizziness, and a big mouth was slapped on her face, and the smell of blood filled her mouth. Immediately afterwards, As soon as his stomach hurt, Song Xixian's footsteps instantly went limp, and he knelt down on the ground clutching his stomach, almost convulsed by the pain.

The man didn't let go of her hair, pulled her hair straight, dragged her and slammed her against the wall.

pain--

Song Xixian was sad, he had no room to fight back.

"Ah—" Song Xixian finally yelled out.

Zhixin, why are you still here?

"Xixian, Xixian, are you in there? What happened? Your clothes are ready." Li Zhixin stood at the door with the clothes for a long time, and finally knocked on the door, "Xixian, open the door, I'll give you the clothes."

"Brother Zhixin—" Song Xixian yelled, "Help me—" The abdomen hurts, as if something is being pulled away, it is warm and sticky.

Song Xixian stared blankly at her red-stained skirt and almost fainted. She knew what it meant.

"No, no" Song Xixian's tears burst out instantly, he roared hoarsely, "No, don't, don't—"