The male god of the wall: cute and black

Chapter 792
Zhou Jue raised his hand and pinched his temple hard. As a mother, he only called him when he was short of money.

For so many years, the money she wants from him has not been tens of millions, but also [-] million.

Originally, the money would allow her to eat and drink for the rest of her life, but who knew that she fell in love with gambling, and the more she gambled, the more she gambled.

She sold all the previous villas and houses just to pay off her gambling debts.

Some time ago, I promised to quit gambling and change my mind, but I didn’t expect to gamble again now.

"Hey, I heard..." Just halfway through speaking, the phone was taken away.

"Hey, boy, your mother is here with me. If you don't want her to have trouble, hurry up and take 500 million to redeem her." Over there, a fierce and rough man's voice sounded.

"Why do you love it?" Zhou Jue was angry, and suddenly yelled, throwing the phone aside.

He was really fed up, he didn't give money, and even staged a scene like kidnapping.

In a small dark room, a woman dressed in gold and silver, her hair permed into chestnut-colored curly hair, looked at the man with a swollen face in horror.

"Brother Tao, I...I will hit again, my son is rich, I will hit..." The woman looked at the man who was holding the electric baton in fear and walked towards her with a fake smile.

"Then don't fight?" The man called Brother Tao suddenly roared, and gave the man next to him a wink.

The man dialed the phone again and turned on the speakerphone.

Zhou Jue was lying on the steering wheel, his head was in a mess.

The phone rang again, and he took a deep breath. According to Zhou Yanwen's temper, this call couldn't get through, and he would definitely keep calling.

"No money." He clicked to answer, said something coldly, and hung up again.

"Ah..." The phone was hung up, Brother Tao hit the woman with an electric baton, and the woman screamed sharply one after another.

"Didn't you say your son is rich?" Brother Tao scolded.

"Come on, hit me hard..."

Immediately, two strong thugs stepped forward, rolled up their sleeves, and sneered at the corners of their mouths.

"Don't... ah... ah..."

Terrible cry.

Fan Qingling didn't know how long she had been squatting in the bathroom, but she only knew that her feet were numb. She supported the wall, stood up slowly, stomped her feet hard, and staggered towards the bathroom door.

Seeing herself in a state of embarrassment in the mirror, her eyes were red, and the self-mockery flashed away on her face.

Turning around slowly, walking to the bed, her feet softened, and she fell onto the bed.

Before she fainted, she was still thinking, that man probably won't come back, right?
If she doesn't come back, she will sleep here for a while.

I slept on the carpet last night, took a long shower in the bathroom, and then squatted for more than an hour. At this moment, my head is dizzy, my body is also tired, and there are burning pains in some places.

After waking up again, a few rays of dazzling sunlight shone in through the gap in the curtains. Fan Qingling faintly opened her eyes, her mind was blank. After about a minute, she finally realized where she was sleeping.

Glancing at the messy and tattered clothes on the ground, a trace of complicated discomfort flowed across his face.

She sat up from the bed, picked up the microphone at the side, and dialed the hotel's service number.

Ask the waiter to bring her a set of clothes.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the guest room. She took the bag from the waitress, said thank you hoarsely, and closed the door.

He changed his clothes and left the hotel quickly.

(End of this chapter)