Female supremacist: Love is OK, but you have to pay extra

Chapter 69 The True Side of Gu Qing

To be honest, Song Ruoli had doubts about Gu Qing's mental state.

His actual mental state might be even worse than what she found out through consultation.

Otherwise, how could he allow himself to degenerate to this point?
Song Ruoli had seen this kind of person before.

That is, her blind dates.

But those people, with the support of their mothers, can get almost everything they want just by opening their mouths.

The threshold rises in this process until it becomes a vast ocean.

Jingwei could not fill the sea, nor could she fill desire.

Therefore, they can only meet the threshold whose upper limit is no longer visible through some more exaggerated behaviors.

They are not mentally twisted, everything has a traceable origin.

But Gu Qing is different.

Song Ruoli did not see Gu Qing's desire. Perhaps his only desire was money.

But according to Li Shiying, he hardly spends money, but saves it all...

Song Ruoli's delicate body suddenly shuddered. She glanced at the air conditioner and wrapped the quilt tighter around herself.

Sometimes, not venting desires may be even more terrifying than venting them at will.

Because no one knows how violent the flood will be once the floodgates of desire are opened.

So, now is an excellent opportunity.

It can not only prevent Gu Qing from further self-abandonment, but also reveal Gu Qing's true mental state.

Song Ruoli told herself in her heart.

All this is for Li Shiying...

Gu Qing waited for a few minutes, but there was no message from Song Ruoli.

He seemed to be a screenshot to her dry broken.

But not important.

I still say that he didn't even think about dying. What level and experience does Song Ruoli have to follow his example and commit suicide?

hum.

The phone vibrates, a message has arrived.

"You are so rich, why do you still do that kind of thing on the Internet..."

Gu Qing smiled, and her slender fingers jumped on the screen.

"because I like it."

After typing this, Gu Qing, who had been suffocating in the bed, suddenly felt like he had taken a breath of pure oxygen, and the pores on his skin opened up instantly.

Can you react to his zero-frame start?
It really feels good to let go of myself on the Internet.

Even Gu Qing himself found it difficult to describe this sentence. How much of it was because he wanted Song Ruoli to have a no jump, how much of it was because he was scared by Song Ruoli and wanted to be a little tough with her, and how much of it was his true self.

Gu Qing still felt that it was not enough, and continued to add: "Besides, you can make money by taking a few photos of your feet. Is there any job in the world that is easier than this?"

"My hobby is my job and I can make money, so why wouldn't I do it?"

"I just didn't expect that I would really hook up with someone like you. I didn't know whether the other person was a man or a woman, a human or a ghost, but I believed what the other person said and tried to save others."

“I also saw the Holy Father.”

"It was actually quite fun to tease you, but I didn't expect you to actually commit suicide. That makes it less interesting."

"I don't want to be called by the police, so just tell me your last name and let me return the fifty thousand. I really don't need your money."

"If you want to persuade a prostitute to change her ways, go and save others. There are plenty of them on the Internet."

"Also, please don't die in my phone, auntie."

After typing this long string of words, Gu Qing turned off the screen, stuck his head out, and took a deep breath of fresh air. He couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

This was his restrained aggressive speech. After all, his real goal was to prevent Song Ruoli from committing suicide, rather than to stimulate her with his murderous and heartbreaking words...

Damn it, he jumped!

But these remarks still more or less made him feel like he was back in his previous life, when he and his boss were scolding people.

This gave him a sense of clarity.

He was indeed living well.

Gu Qing breathed in the fresh air for a while and then got back into bed.

Song Ruoli should be red and warm, right?
Maybe she just wanted to get her 50,000 yuan back as soon as possible?

Gu Qing unlocked the phone with his fingerprint and took a look.

The sky is falling!
Song Ruoli: "Thank you."

Gu Qing’s eyes almost popped out.

This is too unpalatable!

In his excitement, he sent a question mark.

Gu Qing: “?”

Looking at this message, Song Ruoli couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, even Gu Qing couldn't figure out her train of thought.

If it was a stranger, he would most likely be disappointed with Gu Qing and feel that his good intentions were wasted.

But Song Ruoli saw it clearly.

From beginning to end, Gu Qing never asked her to save him.

This is all wishful thinking on her part.

People are like this. They are always moved to tears by their own imagination. Once the other party does not act as they imagined, they will not only not look for their own problems, but will also blame the other party.

Yes.

A few days ago, Song Ruoli looked like this.

But now, Song Ruoli's preconceived impression of Gu Qing has been dispelled, and she can rationally analyze his every word and every action.

She certainly wouldn't be angry just because Gu Qing didn't satisfy the wishes she imposed on him.

On the contrary, she only saw one sentence between Gu Qing's words.

He wants to save her.

How could a man who is willing to sell his body for his girlfriend just watch someone die without helping?
Even if this is a stranger you have never met.

Kindness is Gu Qing's basic character, and based on this, all his disguises are unimportant.

Because she sees through it.

Just thinking of this, Song Ruoli's face turned pale, and she thought of the harm she had done to Gu Qing. If only she could meet Gu Qing at that time.

After meeting him, she would most likely overturn all her previous malicious speculations about Gu Qing.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

Song Ruoli typed: "Thank you for chatting with me. There are so many people who have lied to me, and you are the first one who has not lied to me."

Gu Qing: "..."

Looking at this string of ellipsis, Song Ruoli burst out laughing.

She seemed to be able to see the other person's speechless expression even through the phone screen.

I guess he can't fix it.

Gu Qing: "Isn't this considered lying to you?"

Song Ruoli: "At least at this moment, you didn't lie to me."

Gu Qing also laughed out loud, but he looked a little depressed as he was buried under the quilt.

He was so angry that he laughed again.

He discovered that the brain circuits of women in this world were much more perverted than those of men in his previous life!
He was almost riding on Song Ruoli, treating her like a horse, and how could she not be angry, just because he let himself go with her?
Forget it.

Gu Qing: "Do you still want to commit suicide now?"

Song Ruoli: "I haven't thought about it for a long time. I have recovered."

Gu Qing let out a breath, and the tense string deep in his heart finally loosened.

As long as you don't want to die, it doesn't matter whether she is angry or not, as long as your goal is achieved.

Gu Qing: "Take the money back."

Song Ruoli: "No, this money is your reward for chatting with me."

"Uh... Auntie, can you please stop being so arrogant? Do you have any money on you?"

Gu Qing just found it funny. Even Sanmao had turned around, but he was still pretending to be cool.

You can't be polite to this kind of pretentious sister, you must give her a hard time.

She is not her client.

Afraid of the market.

The next moment, a screenshot was sent over. Gu Qing took a closer look and took a breath of carbon dioxide.

It’s still the familiar number of words, it’s still the familiar deposit.

Gu Qing felt like he was being taken for a walk like a dog.

He felt that his typing fingers were pressing harder.

"Don't you still have so much money?!"

As a miser, Gu Qing found it hard to imagine what it would mean to have tens of millions of dollars in his pocket and not spend them, but to commit suicide instead.

It would be fine if this could be turned into ghost money and taken away with me, but the key is that it is impossible.

Damn, you trample on money, you deserve to die!!!
And there's one more thing.

Gu Qing: "Why do you want to transfer my money to Sanmao?"

Song Ruoli: "Because I only have this little money left in my WeChat account."

"My mind was at a dead end at the time. I just wanted to commit suicide immediately, so I transferred all the money in WeChat to you, but you didn't accept it. I kept waiting, and during this time I figured it out a little bit. When you replied to my message, I finally figured it out."

Hundreds of thousands is “such a small amount of money”?
Who asked you?

No, who asked you?!

Gu Qing's breathing was rapid and he felt like he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

He didn't feel any pleasure of saving a life, only anger at being shown off his wealth.

Why did he save her?
Just die!

Gu Qing planned to delete the friend directly. The person was not dead and he still had money. He really didn’t need to pay back the 50,000 yuan. He just deleted the friend directly and said goodbye to him from now on!

Song Ruoli seemed to know what he was thinking: "Don't delete it. I'll add you on my secondary account later. Aren't we still friends?"

That makes sense.

Gu Qing gave up the idea of ​​deleting it and decided to blacklist it instead.

"Don't block me either. Chat with me more in the future, okay? Don't you want money? Chat with me and I'll give you money."

Gu Qing stopped moving again, looking suspicious.

This sister can’t have telepathy, how come she knows what he’s thinking every time?
But her words really touched his heart.

He really couldn't resist the temptation of money.

But under the light of the mobile phone screen, Gu Qing's eyes were extremely calm.

He felt something strange for some reason.

Before, Song Ruoli could be understood as trying to save him and gaining the satisfaction of persuading him to become a good person.

But now he has used his seventh soul ring and his martial soul's true form has been revealed. Why should Song Ruoli still be nice to him?
What do you want from him?

Gu Qing had a blank expression on his face, and even the anger in his heart had dissipated.

Song Ruoli: "That..."

"Since you don't need me to save you anymore, let's talk it out."

"..."

"May I?"

Gu Qing looked stunned, then smiled with great relief.

It turns out she was after his sex!

Sure, sure. It’s OK if you want his stuff!
Gu Qing understood Song Ruoli's psychology and sent a voice message.

"You pervert..."

Song Ruoli's heart trembled.

Although her intention was to dispel Gu Qing's doubts, wasn't her approach a bit too extreme?
Song Ruoli bit her lower lip lightly, feeling very regretful.

She is not a pervert, but she doesn't want to be misunderstood as a pervert by Gu Qing!

The voice changed.

"…But since the boss wants to see it, what else can I say?"

(End of this chapter)