The concubine's concubine is very charming

Chapter 1 The Evil Slave
Su Mo'er was lying on a big bed carved with mahogany patterns and dreaming. In her dream, she was still a romance novelist who stayed at home and crawled through the grid. There is no time.

Now it has finally come to an era without the Internet, no publishers to remind manuscripts, no fans to remind them to die, no peers to spell, no banks to remind them of mortgages, and no credit cards to remind them of bills... She can finally sleep with peace of mind.

In the dream, a man and a woman were rolling on the bed.

Su Mo'er unhurriedly took out her phone and pressed the shutter methodically.

The man felt something, his body was stiff, he took the quilt at hand and covered the woman, he got out of bed in a panic and put on his pants.

"Mo'er, why are you here, you, listen to my explanation!"

"Don't worry, I'll give you time after taking this picture!"

Su Mo'er took a few more photos of "Xiao Qingqing" and the disheveled scumbag on the bed, then turned around contentedly.

The man finally got dressed and caught up.

"Mo'er, she is the daughter of our principal. She promised me a house when the school raised funds to build a house. You know that the house price in City B is more than 5 yuan per square meter, and I can't afford it at all. The two of us, for our future home!"

Su Mo'er coughed twice, unhurriedly took out a house purchase contract from her bag, and shook it in front of the scumbag a few times.

"what is this?"

"Two hours ago, this was our common home, with my and your names written on it, but now you have been expelled." As she said, Su Mo'er tore up the contract and threw it in the man's face.

"Mo'er, where did you get the money, you actually bought a house, how is that possible?" The scumbag cried.

"Of course money is earned through proper hard work!" She quit her leisurely and relaxed job as a civil servant and chose to use her talents to write novels at home. He believed that she didn't want to squeeze the subway, and didn't understand her at all but just didn't want to make him feel bad.Writing more than 18 hours a day, he thought she was sleeping at home every day?

"Mo'er, I was wrong!"

"If you're wrong, you're wrong. I'll pay you half a dime? Let's break up, and we'll go as far as we can in the future."

"Mo'er, can't you forgive me for so many years of our relationship?" Saying this, the scumbag knelt down looking at the crumbs of the contract.

Su Mo'er turned around slowly, and smiled slightly: "I, Su Mo'er, can buy my own house, buy my own car, fix faucets... I can do anything a man can do. There is only one thing I need a man to do for me , that is single-mindedness. And you, make me sick!"

Behind him came the scumbag crying hysterically: "Baby, baby... I really love you!"

But how can there be any baby in this world, and who can really be whose baby?
Su Mo'er turned over and continued to sleep!
In the bronze mirror is an immature face, fifteen or sixteen years old like a willow bud, but wearing a set of old-fashioned dresses, which are more than luxurious and lifeless. You must know that in the era she lived, women were still in their 70s. How about dressing up on 17, I really don't know if the original owner is a little careless?
But after looking around at the people around, you can see that there are more than a dozen people in front and back, all of them have late-night faces, and everyone is meticulously dressed, standing there like a row of terracotta warriors and horses.

The two young aunts in the front reminded people of the ancient nun and the modern dean of the academic affairs office at a glance.

Su Mo'er curled her lips, and saw a bunch of phoenix hairpins stuck in the head, Bu Yao, exactly a jack, one of which was just pulled out and was about to be thrown on the table.

(End of this chapter)