he is intoxicated

Huo Beiyao sat leaning on the sofa with his long legs crossed, admiring her collapsed appearance in his spare time, his thin lips slightly curled up, and he said slowly, "Miss Shen, don't regret rejecting me."

Nan Hua gritted her teeth: "I don't regret it! Even if I sell it, I won't sell it to a scumbag like you!"

Huo Beiyao was not annoyed at all, he patted his hands twice, and smiled lightly, "Bone. It is a good thing to have backbone. I also appreciate Ms. Shen's backbone, but backbone is worthless in front of money, let alone help your friend."

Nan Hua's thoughts turned, her backbone was indeed worthless in front of money, but how could she sell herself to him, wasn't she tortured enough by him before?

She paid such a terrible price and almost lost her life. She managed to survive a narrow escape and changed her identity with great difficulty. She has just started a new life. How could she sell herself to him and return to the days of humiliation?

How can it be!

She said coldly: "This is my business, don't worry about it."

Huo Beiyao chuckled, "Okay, I don't care, I'm too lazy to meddle in other things."

With his slender fingers, he opened the bag and took out the check book. He picked up the special gold pen and signed a check smartly, and put it on the table, "This is the cost of the custom-made suit. As for the 3000 million, when did you figure it out? Call me. To be honest, I’m at a disadvantage for buying a woman like you for 3000 million yuan, but who made you look like me..."

With a hard throat, he swallowed the word "wife".

With his eyes slightly closed, suppressing the pain in his heart, he grabbed his bag and stood up, walking out with his slender legs.

As soon as the door closed, Nanhua's tense muscles relaxed instantly.

She couldn't stand anymore, she slumped on the sofa, her brows became tighter and tighter, where would she get the 3000 million next?

Where can I get it?

She wanted to break her head, but she couldn't think of anyone who could come up with 3000 million at once.

Half an hour later, Mu Yan called again, "Hua, have you borrowed the money yet?"

Nan Hua felt extremely guilty, "No."

Mu Yan sobbed silently.

The noisy and messy noise from the mobile phone came along the radio waves, cutting Nanhua's eardrums sorely.

The loan sharks are a group of desperadoes who commit all kinds of crimes. If they don't pay the money, it is a trivial matter to be insulted, and it is common for them to have their hands and feet broken. If it is serious, they will even be forced to death by them.

Mu Yan is a person with strong self-esteem, and she will not ask her for help unless it is absolutely necessary.

Guilt tortured Nanhua like a knife, and her conscience ached.

Do you want to agree to Huo Beiyao's request?

However, she really didn't want to endure the humiliation and return to the days of hell.

How to do?

How to do it?

Guilt and humiliation were like double-edged swords, tormenting Nanhua so much that she couldn't sit or stand, and she was so anxious that she seemed to be stripped naked and roasted on a fire.

Suddenly, she took a deep breath, and as if desperate, went to the desk and opened the drawer, found the address book, and called someone she knew before as Nanhua.

Try it, just in case, in case you meet someone who is willing to help.

She avoided people Huo Beiyao knew and made more than a dozen phone calls in succession, but because she "died" in a car accident three years ago, the other party thought she was playing a prank and a liar, and no one believed that she was "Nan Hua", let alone lent her such a large sum of money.

After eating more than a dozen closed doors in a row, Nan Hua was disheartened. She dialed Huo Beiyao's number again, stared, stared.

Why do you have to mention such disgusting conditions?

If it's something else, she can accept it, even if she is allowed to stay with him for one night, close her eyes, grit her teeth, she can let it go, as if she was bitten by a dog, anyway, it's not like he hasn't been bitten by him before." Bite".

Why do you have to spend 3000 million to buy her home like a chicken, a duck, a livestock, or a slave?

Does he have to crush her self-esteem on the ground to be happy?

Just as Nanhua was in pain and anxiety, a man's deep and magnetic voice suddenly came from the phone, "...Miss Shen has thought about it so soon?"

It was Huo Beiyao's voice.

Nan Hua was startled, and then realized that her finger had touched his number at some point and dialed it.

After a brief daze, she heard her own voice begging to the mobile phone in a numb manner: "Can I change the conditions? Mr. Huo, can I change the conditions?"

"No." Huo Beiyao's tone was firm.

"Let's change the terms. My friend really needs the money. We are just borrowing it, and we will return it to you in the future with interest." Her spine was bent, and she was sitting, but I felt as if I was kneeling on the ground, kneeling like a slave.

Huo Beiyao sneered: "It seems that Ms. Shen hasn't thought about it yet. Well, you can think about it again, and call me after you think it over."

"Don't hang up the phone, I..."

The phone vibrated suddenly, and a text message came in.

Nanhua exited the calling page, clicked on the text message: Come to Huajiantang 9 at 909:[-] p.m. to get the money.

Nan Hua thought she had read it wrong, and stared at the text message several times. Yes, someone did indeed ask her to go to "Huajiantang" to get money.

Who is it?

She called a dozen people to borrow money just now. Was this message sent by one of the dozen people?

She quit the text message and looked at the number. It was an unfamiliar mobile phone number.

She quickly replied a message with her fingers: Who are you?

The other party replied: People who are willing to help you.

Nanhua: Really?You are not lying to me, are you?

The other party: I am very serious. I swear by my career and reputation that I will never lie to you.

Nan Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, finally someone was willing to lend her money, and she no longer had to servilely beg Huo Beiyao.

no need!

She straightened her back, turned her phone back to the call page, and said coldly to Huo Beiyao on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Huo, keep the 3000 million for yourself, I won't borrow it."

Huo Beiyao's tone was slightly surprised: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, sure, sure, no, borrow, it!"

Huo Beiyao seemed unwilling, and said in a low magnetic voice, "Follow me with 3000 million yuan, and you will gain both sex and wealth. This is what other women dream of. Your poor backbone is pedantic and stubborn in front of money." , it's useless. Be realistic, Miss Shen."

"Fuck your money and sex, anyone who wants it will go, I don't care, I don't care! Huo Beiyao, I don't care about your stinky money!" Her self-esteem was humiliated many times, and she began to fight back.

Even if it's just a verbal retaliation, it can vent a little bit of the humiliation in my heart.

Huo Beiyao seemed to have guessed something, and suddenly smiled sarcastically: "Miss Shen, did you find another benefactor?"

The word "gold master" is too insulting.

Nan Hua's face was burned into a rumble, and she squeezed the phone tightly, choking, "What's none of your business?"

"It seems to be true, then I wish Miss Shen and the gold master a happy 'sleeping' journey." Huo Beiyao's low voice was mocking, and there was a trace of jealousy that he didn't even notice.

The word "sleeping way" was like a sharp knife, which instantly hurt Nanhua's self-esteem.

Her body tensed suddenly, but her mouth sneered, "Don't imagine others to be so dirty. Not all men in the world are full of pornographic waste like Mr. Huo, but there are still many good people."

Huo Beiyao laughed angrily, "Your mouth is so bad, I wonder if your gold master spent 3000 million to buy it, will you regret it?"

Nan Hua slammed the phone away from her ear, and poked the call end button with her fingertips.

A busy tone of "beep beep" came from the phone.

Huo Beiyao looked at the screen, shook his head slightly, threw the phone on the co-pilot, started the car, and a wicked smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.