After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

Tang Simi didn't even give him a straight look, and she didn't know where this man got his confidence. Before he gave a girl a random score, he didn't see him look in the mirror.

Yan Wu said: "Miss Tang, I see that the Tang family's car hasn't arrived yet, why don't I arrange the Yan family's car for you."

Tang Simi nodded.

I don't know where Yan Wu conjured up a walkie-talkie.

In about 1 minute, a Rolls Royce drove out of the Champs Villa.

Yan Wu bowed: "Miss Tang, you are welcome to be our guest next time."

Tang Simi nodded.

Suddenly, I heard the male anchor Zhao Qiang sneer at the screen: "I just said I don't know her, so she is not from this community at all."

As Zhao Qiang spoke, he looked at Tang Simi with more explicit eyes.

He was staring, eyes stinging.

Zhao Qiang screamed and covered his eyes.

Tears flowed from his aching eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, and he didn't forget to say to the people in the live broadcast room: "I don't know what kind of person her benefactor is."

Questions began to float in the barrage.

Zhao Qiang hastily scanned the barrage with his stinging eyes: "I have seen a lot of senior peripheral girls like her. She comes to serve at night and leaves in the morning."

"I know quite a few daughters of famous families in Haicheng. Anyway, I don't know her. She goes in and out of the Champs Villas, and is picked up by a luxury car. She is not a celebrity, so she can only be a peripheral?"

After Zhao Qiang's analysis, Zhao Qiang's live broadcast room was already full of his fans.

The so-called stinky egg, a stinky basket, with Zhao Qiang as a rotten egg here, it is not surprising that his fans' three views are biased.

Tang Simi stopped holding the car door, she sneered and said: "Yan Wu, you've heard that the King of Yama doesn't invite the ghosts you've come to?"

Yan Wu leaned down: "Miss Tang, this is the first time I've seen this."

Tang Simi closed the car door, took two steps towards Zhao Qiang's live broadcast mobile phone, and after confirming that she was in the picture: "This anchor of yours will be put in custody before six o'clock tonight."

"As for what he has done, he knows it himself." After Tang Simi finished speaking, she turned to leave.

The Tang family came to pick her up, and the car has already arrived.

In the Champs Villa, another car drove out.

It was the car of Miss Yang who greeted Yan Wu just now.

The car arranged by Yan Wu, the car arranged by Chai Lanji, and Miss Yang's car, the three cars bumped into each other at the gate of the community.

The driver of the Tang family got off the Lexus that picked up Tang Simi, "Miss, madam asked me to pick you up, butler Yan, madam asked me to say hello to the third master on her behalf."

Yan Wu smiled kindly: "I will pass it on to the third master."

"Miss Tang, which car are you taking?" Yan Wu asked.

"Me?" Tang Simi laughed. She took a few steps back and knocked on Miss Yang's car window.

Miss Yang rolled down the car window in doubt, her eyes were a little red.

Tang Simi said: "Miss Yang, can I take your car and go to the hospital?"

Yang Lulu was taken aback, how did Tang Simi know that she was going to the hospital?

Confused, she invited Tang Simi to the car.

The car drove away, and Zhao Qiang's live broadcast room exploded.

Didn't Zhao Qiang say that Tang Simi is a peripheral girl?

How come there are still several cars to pick her up?

[Some men, when they see a woman in a luxury car, can't stop thinking about it in three ways. 】

[From the anchor's brain circuit, it can be seen that the pattern is average, not like a real rich person. 】

[What does it mean to be in prison at six o'clock in the evening?I'm a fan of the prison system again? 】

Passers-by in the live broadcast room had already started to wonder, and Zhao Qiang's fans started arguing with passers-by.

In the spacious back seat of the luxury car, Tang Simi and Yang Lulu were sitting side by side.

Yang Lulu's eyes were red, and she was holding the phone tightly in her hand. In the phone was Zhao Qiang's live broadcast room.

After Tang Simi looked at her for a while, she slowly said, "Do you believe in retribution?"

Yang Lulu lowered her head, paused for a while, and then burst into tears.

"I don't believe it." Yang Lulu was determined.

If there is retribution, how come people like Zhao Qiang haven't been retribution?

Tang Simi seemed to have heard what was in her heart.

Tang Si smiled sweetly: "Five, four, three, two, one!"

When Tang Simi's countdown ended, a loud voice came from Yang Lulu's cell phone.

"Sir, strangers are not allowed to stay near our villa area, please leave as soon as possible."

The voice was too loud, as if it was shouting into Zhao Qiang's radio equipment.

The barrage in the live broadcast room stopped for ten seconds.

Yang Lulu knew that Zhao Qiang was pretending to be rich. She had once commented on Zhao Qiang's comment section and the barrage section of the live broadcast room.

But Zhao Qiang's fans all came to scold her together, saying that she hates the rich.

She had posted a few videos on the live broadcast platform, revealing the decorations in her home, and was chased by Zhao Qiang's fans to watch her.

What happened to Tang Simi just now was disgusting. Those wretched men's speculations about women reflected their inner filth.

Yang Lulu was besieged by Zhao Qiang's fans for more than a month.

I received a lot of insults in private messages.

Looking at the question marks floating in the barrage, Yang Lulu felt extremely relieved.

Zhao Qiang's lie was easily punctured by the security guard's shout.