Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

After that reception, she did seduce Mr. Cheng again, but it wasn't because Zhuang Licheng was too difficult to crack. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seduce the legendary "President Bingshan", so she changed her target. When it came to the short and ugly Mr. Cheng, he was discovered by Mr. Cheng's wife. Mr. Cheng hurriedly gave her a sum of money and sent her away.

She originally thought that she was going to choose another target, but she bumped into Zhuang Licheng again here. She took the initiative to show her kindness without shame, but she didn't expect him to beat her back to her original shape with one sentence?

He already knew about her seducing Boss Cheng, so what should I do?

"If you are interested, get out!" Zhuang Licheng said mercilessly, with the cold lines on his face restored.

Looking at the back of Fiona running away, Nangong Jue jokingly said: "Is this necessary? Why don't you know how to be kind to women?"

Facing Zhuang Licheng's cold eyes, he raised his eyebrows: "Go and run for an hour."

The two had just stood on the treadmill when they saw the security guard from the parking lot walking in with their driver.

The security guard saluted: "Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, a lady smashed the windshield of your car just now, we have already..."

"Go and fix it!" Zhuang Licheng once again confirmed that the woman's brain is really not enough. Is it interesting to smash his car?

"Yes, right away, right away." The driver nodded and bowed, and exited the gym nervously.

"Hey...this woman is really tough, ha..." Nangong Jue shook his head with a laugh, while Zhuang Licheng continued to run with a sullen face as if nothing had happened.

Although he is still in the fitness center, Nangong Jue has already started arranging programs for the lonely long night.

"Go to Di Yan for a drink at night?"

"Ah."

"Let's go now." Nangong Jue looked at the time and it was not too early, not to mention that Di Yan had a few new beauties recently, his heart could not stay still for a long time.

Zhuang Licheng's car had to be repaired, so he could only ride with Nangong Jue.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Nangong Jue for the first time, looking out the window absent-mindedly, I suddenly felt that drinking is boring, and drinking with a group of people is even more boring.

When the lights came on, a gust of cool wind blew, and Lin Jiyue walked in embarrassment on the street, her bruised knees were covered with blood, her palms were torn, and the wind tousled her hair, covering her delicate face.

Every time a car passed by, she stopped, waved her hands without hope, and shouted loudly: "Master, can I take a ride?"

The person in the driver's seat waved his hand when he passed by her, and the car sped away without stopping.

Alas, looking at the back of the car speeding past, she continued to walk forward with a limp.

She really shouldn't have come, she regretted it, if she hadn't come to return the suit, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. She walked back to school and didn't know when she would be there. Her legs hurt so much, her hands hurt so much, and her heart hurt even more.

There is no direct bus from the fitness center to the school. When she was just changing trains, she was standing on the side of the road. The bag in her hand was snatched by a motorcyclist, who pulled her to the ground and injured her knee and palm.

It hurts so much, every step she takes, she feels extremely hard, the blood beads have already solidified, dragging the burning pain of the wound.

The wallet and mobile phone are all in the bag. Although there is not much money in the bag, she doesn't even have money to take the bus now. She wanted to explain the situation to the bus driver. It shouldn't be a problem to take a free bus, but waiting After waiting for a long time, I didn’t see the next bus coming. I asked the newsstand owner next to the station to find out that there were very few people on this bus at night, and it was a holiday these days, so it closed early at six o’clock. .