Dear Commander-in-Chief

It's because Yun Qiao's appearance is a little more delicate, younger, and a little poorer. When working, every male boss will look at her with a lot of wretched eyes.

A female colleague who is obviously ordinary-looking and more senior can work normally, but she has to worry about being touched by her boss suddenly.

What's more, they openly made disgusting jokes on her during work hours, or slapped her clothes in public and blocked her in the bathroom.

Why?

Why should young, beautiful and poor girls suffer such discrimination? Encountered this kind of scum?

Do everyone think that they are naturally bully and should be sold?

Yun Qiao clenched his little palm tightly, not wanting to argue with the landlord's fat wife.

Who made her still owe people's rent? After all, she was incompetent, she was wrong, she owed them.

Why bother with others for a while?

"Okay, I move away. But you have to let me in and pack my things, right?"

"Just your little tatters that are worthless, I threw them out a long time ago! If you want to find it, you can go through the trash can!"

"you--!"

A second ago, Yun Qiao still felt that he owed the landlord's wife, so he should endure not to conflict with her.

At this moment, she almost overthrew the idea, wishing to **** with this fat woman.

But she was more nervous about another thing.

"Where is my picture?!"

"What picture? Haha, the picture of the wild man hidden under your pillow? He looks pretty, isn't it a little white face?"

"He's not—what you said!" Yun Qiao's eyes were red, "Please respect the dead!"

The soft face suddenly became a bit sharp.

The landlord's wife frowned: "Get away, take your dead man's photo and get away!"

Yun Qiao turned over for a long time by the garbage truck at the junction of the street.

Finally, I turned to that little purse.

The purse was soiled by rotten vegetable leaves, but fortunately, the photos inside were still there. The boy's hearty smile, as if coming from another world, illuminated Yun Qiao's face.

She smiled faintly.

With a smile, tears came out from the corner of his eyes.

She did not have a firm grasp of the freedom of fate at all, but was choked by the cruel fate.

Almost out of breath.

"It's really hard to live, or I'll go to heaven to find you..." she muttered to herself.

Behind him, there was a stern male voice: "Are you Yun Qiao?"

Yun Qiao, who was immersed in grief, was taken aback.

Wiping away tears quickly, he turned around.

Her tears never love to show in front of others.

Just like when I ran into Gu Qiqi and Xiao Ning in a cafe just now, she didn't want her friends to see her down and down.

What's the pain, swallow in tears!

Yun Qiao turned around, and under the dim light of the street lamp, he found that the person calling her was a man dressed as a secretary and a serious expression in a suit.

"It's me, is there anything wrong?"

"Miss Yun should be a smart person. The incident that happened between you and my boss in the Empire State Building tonight, I hope you can completely forget it. If you can forget it as soon as possible, this check will belong to you."

A big check, with a one on it, and a lot of zeros.

"I don't know your boss!" Yun Qiao frowned, but the next second, she suddenly reacted.

The boss this person said was probably the **** man who pulled her into the presidential suite of the hotel this afternoon!

She just brought coffee to the wrong room. She was wrong, but the man couldn't open the door and drag her to the bed frantically...

So... now this man thought she was selling out and paid her?