My Peerless Beauty President

"How much?"

He Yan's voice was extremely low.

He De rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "I don't want too much, just [-]. I promise that after this time, I won't ask you for money for three months."

Ten thousand?

In the past, every time my father asked for money, he always asked for three or four thousand, and I only gave him four thousand half a month ago, but this time he asked for ten thousand.

The three months he said that he didn't care about asking for money was nothing but nonsense, and I'm afraid even he himself wouldn't believe it.

"No, I just gave you 4000 yuan not long ago. Why did it run out so quickly? I'm just an ordinary worker, and I'm not a boss. How can I have so much money?"

He Yan firmly refused.

Hearing He Yan's words of refusal, He De's eyeballs twitched in their sockets, and his rough old hand slapped his thigh.

With a sound of oops, He De sat down on the steps of the corridor. His face, which was originally flattering, immediately twisted into a ball. He kept patting his thighs with his hands, and cried out, "Daughter! When I grow up, I don’t care about my father anymore. I’m not in good health, I have heart disease, high blood pressure, and money is used everywhere. If you don’t care about me, how can I live..."

He Yan felt anxious, her father would sit on the ground and cry like this every time she couldn't get any money, but He Yan's heart felt sorry for her father, and in the end she could only silently submit, remembering the last time My father cried and begged for money, but I really didn’t have any, so I finally borrowed 3000 yuan from my colleagues to give it to my father.

He Yan had no choice but to bite her red lips lightly, and said with a sad expression, "Get up, I'll get you money."

Hearing this, He De's distorted face changed from red to pink, from yellow to white, just like Sichuan opera changing faces, and a flattering expression was written on his face again.

He De pretended to wipe away his tears, stood up from the ground at once, stretched out his thumb, and praised his daughter for her filial piety and kindness to her father, but the emotion expressed on the smiling face was not warmth, but It's a smug look.

He Yan sighed helplessly, walked to the door and took out the key.

With a sizzling sound, the faded iron door slowly opened, and what came into view was a small living room, simple and somewhat old-fashioned room.

He Yan asked her father to wait outside, then she walked into the bedroom and took out a wad of money from the dark compartment of the bedside table, tapped quickly, a total of 8000 yuan.

He Yan thought for a while, then took out 5000 yuan of it and put it in her hand, trying to put the rest of the money back into the secret compartment of the bedside table.

At this moment, there was a strange noise behind him, and He Yan suddenly turned her head, only to see her father sneaking in with a smile on her face.

"Just... there are five thousand, you can take it."

He Yan immediately turned around and handed 5000 yuan to her father, while the other hand holding the money quietly turned her back.

He De smiled, took the money, counted it, and suddenly narrowed his eyes, grabbed He Yan's arm, pulled out the hand hidden behind him, and snatched the other 3000 yuan from He Yan's hand come over.

"What are you doing? That's the money I have to pay this month's rent!"

When He Yan was in a hurry, she couldn't help tearing up with her father.

He De threw it away and said with a smile: "Rent a house? Your boyfriend drives such a nice car and is so rich, so let him buy you one."

"Then you don't need to take so much money. Dad, I beg you, don't gamble anymore. Mom is mad at you because of this. Why don't you change it?"

He Yan looked extremely sad, and the hand holding her father's arm seemed to be shaking.

He Yantianmei's full-time secretary to the president of the company, a high-end white-collar worker, earns a lot of money, and could have lived a high-class life, but has been living in this [-]-square-meter old-fashioned community. Why?

Just because she wanted to support her father, not to be precise, but for her father to gamble and squander.

When I was very young, my mother was pissed to death because of my father's gambling. A good house was in disarray, and the house was in shambles. Now, is this kind of thing going to happen to me again?

Father, why don't you repent?

Of course He Yan didn't want to give the money to her father for him to gamble.

She doesn't care about money, and she's not afraid of raising her father, but what she does now seems to be harming her relatives, but what can she do?

Every time he came to ask for money, his father used the excuse that he was sick and had no living expenses.

It is impossible for He Yan to give up her job and monitor her father 24 hours a day to see if he is going to gamble or do other serious things.

If he didn't give money, his father would make trouble, and he couldn't bear it, so he could only submit in the end.

If he gave money, his father would intensify, asking for more and more each time. I also wanted to live in a better apartment, but it cost money, and the last thing I don't have now is money.

Many people have told He Yan that with her good looks and knowledge, it is very easy to find a tall, rich and handsome boyfriend. Working part-time makes a lot of money.

But He Yan never had that kind of thought in her heart. She didn't want that kind of hypocritical love that was together for the pursuit of material things.

What she wants is a love from the heart, a pure and flawless love.

Perhaps, that would make her live a very, very tired life, but she would not regret it.

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He Yan's father counted the money in his hand to a total of [-], clicked his tongue and said, "Daughter, you are a sugar daddy now, and my father spends so much money from you, what is it? Be smart and spend more on men." If you get some money, it won't be in vain for me to raise you so beautifully."

After finishing speaking, He De hurriedly turned and left.

With a bang, the door of the room was closed, and He Yan was the only one left in the small room.

She didn't turn on the light, she sat on the chair, hugged her slender and straight jade legs against the light outside the window, she was still white and Shengxue, her whole body curled up, her eyes were empty, lonely and heartbroken.

Since she was a child, she has always been excellent in character and learning, and she is an outstanding top student in school.

Taking the college entrance examination and finding a job, He Yan relied on her own knowledge and ability to advance step by step, but because of her family, she always had an irreplaceable sense of loss and frustration in her heart.

Even though she is strong on the outside, works hard, and sometimes even a little vain, but when the night falls, the softest side of her heart will be completely exposed, and He Yan will only feel powerless and full of scars.

He Yan looked at the fantastic colors of the neon lights in the distance, an inexplicable sense of loss, loneliness and helplessness welled up in her heart, and crystal tears kept falling from her blurred eyes.

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