Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Lou Chi: Brother Shen, you’ve been a little crazy these past two days. It’s almost okay.

Fu Sichen replied: Dogs need training, cats need grinding.

Lou Chi shook his head with a smile and replied: Xingyue was almost beaten to death by you, and he beat him to death because you are his own uncle. He is really capable of doing this.

: Little kitten~, how long do you plan to keep wearing it? It's really annoying, but it's hard to coax~

Fu Si sank before replying.

Lou Chi was squatting on the rooftop alone, eating pizza, spicy sticks, drinking beer and admiring the moon.

After drinking the rest of the beer, he was not satisfied, so he called the convenience store owner and asked the convenience store owner to deliver two bottles.

When he was drunk, he lay down on the ground, turned on his phone, pulled out a recording, and put it to his ear to listen.

The rhythmic and steady heartbeats reached his ears, soothing the pain deep in his heart.

"Ayin, I miss you so much..." He murmured, a tear falling from the end of his eye.

The next day

Luo Shuwan waited with anxiety all morning, but there was still no response to the resume he sent out.

Waiting like this is not an option!

After lunch, she brought her resume and the thesis that Professor Wen personally supervised and went directly to the door for an interview.

It took her an hour to travel long distances to get to someone’s door, but it only took one minute for them to reject her.

In order to get an interview opportunity, she used Professor Wen's trump card.

The director of the law firm looked at her with disdain, "Who has never heard of Professor Wen? Can any cat or dog cling to it? Do you think I'm stupid? Come on, smart people like you are not welcome here. .”

Next, I visited five more houses and declined without exception.

The last law firm, which had just been established, rented a two-bedroom apartment in a dilapidated residential building in a remote suburb as its office space.

Even a new law firm with such poor conditions would not want an outstanding graduate from a prestigious school like her!

Fu Gou’s claws are stretched out long enough!

Sitting on the subway back to the city, Luo Shuwan's emo reached its peak.

She was burdened with pressure from all sides and worked hard to put herself through college. In the end, she could only return to the bottom of society and work hard to survive?

unfair!

Not reconciled!

But nothing can be done.

Returning to the hospital ward, I was "surprised" to find that my father was there!

A domestic violence maniac who does all kinds of evil!

Come to ask for money?

As soon as Luo Shuwan stepped in the door, the medical record folder hanging on the bedside flew over.

She tried her best to hide, but the sharp corner of the medical record folder still rubbed her face, causing burning pain.

The domestic violence maniac kicked the chair over and cursed, "You little bitch! I asked you to give money, where the hell did you give it?!"

The mother cried and begged, "Please let Wanwan go! Wanwan has to go to school to support our big family, and also has to pay off the gambling debts of you two. You are still chasing her for money, you are forcing her to death!" "

"You useless thing! Shut up!" He rushed over, dragged her out of bed by her hair, and punched and kicked her.

"Stop! My mother is still sick!" Luo Shuwan rushed to pull him, but he grabbed his hair and hit the head of the bed.

Bang bang!

"Help! Help..." The mother crawled on the ground with difficulty, shouting feebly.

He picked up the chair at hand, raised it high, and smashed it hard on his mother's back.

With a ferocious look on his face, he took a sip and cursed, "You old bitch*! Now that you have grown up, you dare to call someone? I must beat you old bitch* to death today!"

Then he raised the chair high and smashed it down with gritted teeth.

"I'll give you money!" Luo Shuwan rushed to protect his mother, resisting the blow and fell down in an instant.

She frowned and endured the pain in her back, "Stop fighting, I'll give you money."

"It would have been better if it had been like this!" The old beast slapped her hard on the head.

Luo Shuwan fumbled for his phone on the ground, and as soon as he unlocked it, he snatched it away.

The old beast opened WeChat, saw the balance, smiled evilly, grabbed Luo Shuwan's hair and lifted it up, "Little bitch, you are now brave enough to save private money!"