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Chapter 3 Reminiscing about the past

As soon as Mi Ruo returned to the dormitory and before she could sit down, she got a call from the hospital.

"Hey, Miss Mi, have you raised the medical expenses? If you can't raise the medical expenses tomorrow, we will have to cut off all rescue measures."

Mi Ruo's heart trembled, she knew what this meant, but what should she do? Where to raise money? She could hardly even see An Jingzhi's face, how could she ask him for money? She just looked for him, and saw that he looked like

It seemed hard to speak, and I don't know if someone was deliberately obstructing it.

Mi Ruo's mind thought of An Yarou's delicate but pampered face...

In her desperation, she suddenly remembered a part-time job introduced to her by her senior Luo Yuan.

By the way, where are the addresses and phone numbers written? Mi Ruo seemed to remember something and quickly rummaged through the dormitory, and finally found a crumpled piece of waste paper in the corner of the drawer.

When she opened it, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the paper is still there!

She quickly called the other party, "Hi, hello, I'm Luo Yuan's junior high school girl..."

————Raowu "Satan President Chasing His Fugitive Wife" ————

Royal Club.

This is the club that Mi Ruo's senior, Luo Yuan, introduced to her. She has no choice but to choose to work in such a sensual place. Only here can provide her with a generous salary.

Thinking that she would have to pay her mother's medical bills tomorrow, Mi Ruo couldn't help feeling heavy. She took a deep breath and thought about trying it later to see if she could ask the manager to advance her salary.

In the dressing room, she looked at herself in the mirror, with exquisite makeup, a slim-fitting black evening gown with a bare back, an elegant style flowing between her eyebrows and lips, and her soft silky black hair gently fluttering on her temples with the breeze in the air conditioner.

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She pulled the breast of her evening dress and frowned subconsciously. Although the dress looked good, it was too tight and a little revealing, but there was no way around it. She had to wear it later to dance with the club guests.

When she came to the back garden, it was so quiet under the night sky that she could hear the whispers of summer insects on the temples. Suddenly, a low voice floated into the air above her head, and she asked uncertainly: "Mi Ruo?!"

She looked up and saw a handsome man on the second floor terrace with his hands clasped together, leaning over the railing and looking down at her.

He is tall and tall, with a height of over 1.8 meters and perfect proportions. He has a narrow waist and long legs. He has an incomparable sense of sex (harmony). His facial features are like a meticulously crafted gongbi painting, especially his handsome face, which is not as cold as the fireworks of the world.

It gives him an irresistible charm.

Mi Ruo's heart suffocated, and her first reaction was to turn around and run away.

Seeing that she was about to run away, Yan Shaojun suddenly leaned on the railing and jumped down from a height of several meters. He saw a dark shadow floating in front of his eyes. His charming figure had blocked her way, and his gaze was straight.

He looked at her curiously, the cold light in his eyes was captivating.

The reckless actions of teenagers should not be made by a man of his age, but he just did it. He seemed to have no thought at the moment when he jumped down. This behavior that was not commensurate with his status made her heart well up.

A strange feeling.

I wanted to retreat lightly, but he grabbed a strand of hair at the right moment and said, "Mi Ruo, I've been looking for you, and it turns out you are here!"

Without waiting for Mi Ruo to react, the man grabbed her wrist firmly and walked behind the tassel curtain of the oversized floor-to-ceiling window. Then, he bullied her and pressed her against the cold stone wall.

The sudden pain from her scalp forced her to look level with him. She gritted her teeth and said softly: "Young Master Yan, what do you want from me? I am no longer Mrs. Yan's dance teacher."

He is good-looking, but he is the son of an official family. He is full of dandyism, and the scoundrel nature in his bones is fully exposed. There is an evil smile on his handsome face, "Mi Ruo, do you know

How many times have I looked for you in the past two months? We finally met today, and you don’t want to catch up with me?”


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