After I traveled through the book, the scheming little villain had ulterior motives towards me

Song Hua looked at the jewelry in front of her that sparkled with the light of money and a greedy smile appeared in her eyes.

"Huh, these will all be mine haha."

Song Hua took out a jade bracelet and put it on her wrist, reflecting the light, which was particularly attractive.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and no one doesn't like money. For those who have never had it, it is a fatal attraction.

The more people can't get something, the more they yearn for it.

Song Hua held the mirror and looked at her wrinkled face in the mirror with a sick smile.

When she has money, she will hire someone to do beauty treatments for her every day, travel, have afternoon tea every day, and occasionally attend some banquets.

As she thought about it, she began to laugh. She took out a necklace with great effort from a pile of jewelry, put it around her neck, and looked at it from left to right.

It's such a perfect match. Once they get married, I will offer these damn girls to you with both hands.

"Jingle Bell."

Awakened from a beautiful dream, Song Hua impatiently put down the jewelry in her hand and took out a mobile phone from her pocket.

"Hey, son."

Song Hua put her cell phone on the table and put the speaker on.

"Mom, come and save me." Qian Xiong was pressed on the gambling table and crying. A man with a crew cut was sitting in front of him.

The man with a crew cut was playing with marbles in his hands, smiling eerily.

"Xiong'er, what's wrong with you?" Song Hua stood up anxiously when she heard it.

The hand holding the phone kept shaking.

"Auntie, we just owe some money, don't worry."

The tone of the man with a crew cut was oppressive, and Song Hua broke out in a cold sweat even through the phone.

"We will pay whatever we owe you, and don't touch my son."

The man with a crew cut smiled happily, but did not say anything. He gestured to the people around him to pass the phone to Qian Xiong who was pressed on the table.

"Mom, I...I owe 1.37 million."

Qian Xiong was trembling all over and his tone was anxious.

"What?" Song Hua slumped down on the sofa. Where was she going to get so much money?

"Auntie, it's only 1.37 million. Considering my good relationship with Xiaoxiong, 1.3 million is enough!"

Song Hua's mind went blank, and she burst into tears in an instant.

How could she save 1.3 million yuan? She only had a few hundred thousand yuan. She had no work these days and spent money lavishly every day. Xiaoxiong took money from home every day. There was less than 100,000 yuan left.

"Don't try to cheat us. We have no money."

Song Hua simply played dead and refused to admit it. She knew that her son did not owe that much before he started gambling.

We agreed that the traffic jam would stop, so why did it start again?

Even if you have so much money, it’s useless to kill her!

"Really? Then listen carefully, auntie." The man with a crew cut smiled, stood up and picked up the slingshot handed to him by his subordinate.

Place the marble on it, aim and fire.

"bump."

"Ah~ Mom, please save me quickly. I am in so much pain."

Qian Xiong, who had never suffered any harsh punishment from society, was hit by a marble and cried even harder in pain.

"Xiaoxiong, please don't touch my son. I beg you not to touch him." Song Hua cried with tears streaming down her face, feeling terribly painful in her heart.

Her son.

"Auntie, please prepare the money quickly or you will have to bleed next time."

The man with the crew cut handed over the slingshot with a respectful tone.

Song Hua gritted her teeth and her eyes turned black with anger.

"Young man, I really can't afford this much less money. It's really embarrassing."

Song Hua suppressed her anger, thinking that the less ten thousand the better.

"Auntie, I just asked for 70,000 less out of consideration for you. I have so many people waiting for dinner. Please understand me."

The man with a crew cut would not let go at all. Once he finally caught a sheep, he would definitely pull it hard.

It's not easy in any profession these days, especially when things like theirs cannot be allowed to be seen in the open. Few people have been doing this kind of thing in recent years.

It's so hard to meet a fool. After making this money, brothers can change their careers.

He has even thought about opening a bar so that his brothers can have some serious business.

"Young man..."

Before Song Hua could finish her words, she was interrupted by a scream and quickly agreed.

"I'll give you 1.3 million and stop touching my son."

The man with the crew cut signaled to his brothers that they didn't need to hit Qian Xiong's butt with the board.

"Then I'll wait for your good news. By the way, see you tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the man with a crew cut hung up the phone.

Song Hua was so anxious that she paced back and forth in the living room. All these years, her relatives had stopped visiting because of Qian Xiong's gambling, and the old man had died, leaving behind only a dilapidated house.

She sold it two years ago and used the money she earned from her job to buy a better one. What if she sells it again? What if they don’t get married? Then she and her son will be left with no house.

Isn't the purpose of meeting tomorrow morning to get money? Where can she get it in such a short time?

Song Hua suddenly thought of An Yuannian and quickly took out her cell phone to call.

"Hello, Aunt Song." The girl's voice on the other end of the phone was sweet.

"Niannian, please save Aunt Song!" Song Hua started crying.

"What's wrong, Aunt Song? Don't be anxious and tell me slowly."

"Niannian, your brother Xiong owes 1.3 million yuan outside, please give some money to Aunt Song!"

Song Hua said shamelessly that her son had owed her 100,000 yuan before and it was An Yuannian who paid it back and gave her 400,000 yuan more.

This time, she will definitely be able to pay it back by playing the victim.

An Yuannian rolled her eyes as she looked at the screen on the laptop in front of her in the car.

Do you really think she is a fool? Dream on!

"Aunt Song, my card was frozen by my mother and I have no money." An Yuannian's tone was full of regret, as if she felt very guilty for not helping the other party.

"What? You don't have money? If you don't have money, go ask your mother for it."

Song Hua's tone was mixed with ferocity. When she heard that there was no money, she was so heartbroken that she didn't even pretend.

If she doesn’t have the money to pay it back for her, she will be completely helpless.

"Song...Auntie Song, you are so mean to me." The girl seemed frightened and started crying.

You ask her for money and still have the nerve to be rude to her. Just wait, things will change and it will be your turn today.

Song Hua suppressed her anger as she still expected this damn girl to give her money.

"Niannian, right..." The phone was hung up before she could finish her words.

Song Hua was so angry that she almost fainted.

Song Hua was sitting on the sofa when she suddenly noticed that one third of the ornaments in the box on the table had been opened.

She touched the jade bracelet on her wrist and the necklace on her neck, her eyes full of smiles.

There is always a way out. When I feel sleepy, someone will give me a pillow.

It's not like she hasn't taken it before. She once took a necklace from that dead girl and exchanged it for more than 10,000 yuan, and it wasn't discovered.

Later she took a little bit more, but that time she stopped after she found that she had lost a bracelet.

The bracelet was exchanged for more than 40,000 yuan, and the money was used to buy a house and some to pay off his son's gambling debts.

Anyway, these will be hers in the future, so it doesn't matter if she takes them away in advance.

Song Hua sorted all the things out and looked carefully to see which ones were valuable.

Anyway, I've never noticed it's so messy before, everything is tangled together, there are so many in one box.

If there were fewer, no one would notice it. Why should she worry so much?

Hesitation will defeat.