After the divorce, the three gangsters doted on me

Luo family.

Unsurprisingly, Qiao Anhao's father and daughter were turned away. Mrs. Luo said this: "Our old Luo is on a business trip... There is no way, the head office specially nominates him to go, and we can't refuse... You can come It's too unfortunate, or when Lao Luo comes back, I'll ask him to call you back?"

If we wait any longer, the Qiao family can directly enter the stage of bankruptcy and liquidation.

Last night, Vice President Luo was still being interviewed by local newspapers, but this morning it turned into a so-called business trip. Qiao Anhao wouldn't believe it if there was nothing tricky about it.

But her father put on a smiling face as usual, and handed over the gift politely.

"Sister-in-law, you know about the affairs of our Qiao family. If President Luo comes back, you will have to ask your sister-in-law to say a few words for us. If it wasn't for the company's turnover, I wouldn't be ashamed to come so many times. "

Mrs. Luo accepted the gift, but didn't say a word about helping.

After leaving the high-end community where the Luo family was located, they visited several bank executives one after another.

People either excused something and avoided it; or even if they met, they were impatient and perfunctory.

Qiao Anhao ran with her father for a day, and suffered cold reception and supercilious stares.

When it was almost evening, the father and daughter were very tired. The willows were hanging down the embankment beside the moat, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the river. They walked slowly along the embankment.

Qiao Anhao tilted her head, and suddenly found that her father had a lot of white hair on his head.

She used to have a lot of resentment towards her parents. Under the deliberate arrangement of her parents, her entire life since she could remember had almost revolved around Fu Yanmo.

She felt that she was like a tool of the family to curry favor with the Fu family, and she also hated the fawning looks of her parents when they faced the Fu family.

However, when she saw her father constantly running around outside for the sake of the company, and constantly begging for help with a smile on his face, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Dad, let's go back."

She choked up and spoke softly, having already made a decision in her heart.

Qiao Monan smiled wearily and put out the cigarette butt: "Yes, it's time to go back, otherwise your mother should be worried."
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Joe's house.

It was very late at night, and everyone in the house was asleep.

Qiao Anhao looked at the hands of the clock on the wall and it was ten o'clock, and hesitantly dialed the number.

In the club, a group of people gathered to play billiards, surrounded by champagne beauties from rich families. Fu Yanmo sat on the sofa, staring at the digital time on the mobile phone screen, with an imperceptible irritability between his brows.

"Brother, what's the matter with you? Play a few rounds with us. Zhao Cheng is a kid with bad hands and has lost several rounds. Brother, you have to come and help us."

There were noisy voices all around, Fu Yanmo frowned, and he didn't know if it was the noisy voice that made him unhappy, or for other reasons... However, when the phone rang, the displeasure between his brows instantly Just scattered a lot.

Fu Yanmo got up to answer the phone, ignored the people behind him, and walked out the door.

In the quiet corner of the corridor, he looked at the exterior scene covered by neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and asked casually, "How about it, have you considered it?"

Qiao Anhao's palms were sweating, her throat felt as if it had been scorched by fire, it was difficult to make a sound, she slowed down, her back stiffened and straightened.

"Does Master Fu mean what he says? As long as... as long as I'm willing to be yours..."

She still couldn't say those four words, which seemed to be a sober betrayal of her self-esteem, so she skipped over vaguely, and quickly continued, "As long as I agree, Master Fu is willing to save our company, right?"

There was a trace of injury in Fu Yanmo's eyes, but he sneered sarcastically: "Don't worry, you won't admit it when I fall asleep, and you will come to accompany me every Saturday night from now on, do you hear me clearly?"

The old wound was raised again, like a rusty blunt instrument, rubbing against the unhealed wound, trampled Qiao Anhao's dignity on the ground, into the dust, Qiao Anhao's throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, Silently holding the phone.

"It's still the same place, you know."

After Fu Yanmo finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Looking at the photos on the phone screen, he felt bored, left the phone and walked towards the bathroom.

Ice-cold water was poured over his head for an unknown how long, when a gust of cold wind blew by, and Fu Yanmo came back to his senses in a trance, and laughed at himself.