After Jin Qing climbed up the wall, he didn't know that the barbed wire on the wall was electrified, so he grabbed the wire with his hands and got in.
After the power grid on the fence flashed for a moment, the external meter box below actually burned out.
At this time, the other hairpin on Jin Qing's soul's head flashed a white light where she couldn't see it, and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Jin Qing just felt a numb and itchy feeling in his left hand holding the power grid.
After Jin Qing got into the power grid, he let go of the power grid, looked at his left hand, and moved it a little, wondering if it was an illusion just now.
The villa was quiet at this time, and the three people were all thinking about their own thoughts.
Xie Lei's wife Li Xin had just finished cleaning the villa, rubbed her sore waist, and went back to her room to sleep.
Burdened by various household chores every day, she is no longer the delicate music teacher with slender fingers.
Xie Lei locked the door and sat alone in his studio creating.
In the corner, some bowls and plates were scattered messily, and vegetable soup was flowing on the ground, seeping in through the gaps in the floor tiles. Xie Lei didn't pay attention at all, since he wasn't cleaning it himself.
This is the dinner Li Xin brought to him. Tomorrow morning, he will let Li Xin in to help him clean up.
Xie Lei was holding a guitar while auditioning, while holding a pen to write and draw in a notebook.
This room was his private area, and he never let anyone in except for cleaning.
I remember that when Xie Xinyao was a child, she curiously touched the keys of the piano in his studio. This piano was specially hand-carved by Qiao Yurou for him abroad and was never allowed to be touched by anyone. When he discovered it, he knocked it down angrily.
The cover of the piano knocked Xie Xinyao's hand down.
Two of Xie Xinyao's fingers were broken, completely cutting off her possibility of learning music.
From then on, Xie Xinyao would subconsciously take a detour every time she passed by his studio.
Xie Lei is a very pure person, he just wants to be famous.
All family ties and love are too ridiculous in his eyes. He is such a talented person, but he suffers from the fact that no one knows how to appreciate him.
Xie Lei thought that from the age of twenty-five to now that he is nearly fifty, he has been looking for someone to praise him every year, but he has failed every year. Watching the money he has squandered over the years, it is like
It was like a waste of time, and he couldn't help but hate everyone in his heart.
Qiao Yurou died too early. When he took her inheritance, he thought it was a lot of money and thought he would definitely become famous.
But it turned out that the money was not enough to make him popular.
This woman stretched her legs and died happily. Why didn't she want to get more money from her capitalist father before she died?
As a result, every time he takes money from Qiao Jia and Qiao Ren, it's like begging.
These two snobbish short-lived ghosts are really unfilial. They only know how to please their rich capitalist grandfather. Ever since they were young, they would never come to see them unless they came to see them. They seemed to be unwilling to recognize them at all.
Just like my own father who has no money.
As for why he didn't sell the villa, Xie Lei scoffed. Only a house like this could match his talent. He, a future first-line singer, couldn't live in a small house. It would hurt his face too much.
Speaking of Li Xin again, Xie Lei snorted coldly.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't create with peace of mind because he had no one to take care of him, he wouldn't have married Li Xin at all.
Who knows why this woman is so troublesome and why she gave birth to a little burden and cost him so much money.
But when he thought of Xie Xinyao again, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. This daughter was pretty good, she was becoming more and more scheming, and she knew how to plan for her father. He finally had someone useful by his side.
Thinking of the plan Xie Xinyao told him, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.
It would be a great blessing to be able to make that stinky old capitalist man die with his eyes open, to teach the two little white-eyed wolves a lesson, and to get all their family's money.
As long as that old guy Qiao Xingye is confirmed to have died before the two siblings, he can find a way to inherit all the property of the two siblings.
This money is enough to promote him as a first-line singer.
The rest is not important at all.
As long as he has something to do with Peng Hong, no matter what others ask him to do, he will do it obediently.
Thinking of this, his mood improved again. He had lived a miserable life these past few years, and the feeling of asking for money from others was not easy.
This time, he finally saw the hope of becoming famous. As long as these stumbling blocks are gone, he will have enough resources to advance himself to the top in the future.
Thinking that in the future, countless people would come to worship him and pursue him, Xie Lei couldn't help but become excited for a moment, and his creative inspiration burst out. He rushed to the market, grabbed a notebook, and wrote it down in a notebook, and named it "Hope."
In the master bedroom of the villa, Li Xin was sleeping sweetly.
Although she was tired from living around Xie Lei all day long, she was extremely satisfied because she felt that she was married to the person she loved most.
She and Xie Lei are classmates in college, and they have been together since college. Xie Lei is an orphan, and Li Xin's family is not wealthy, so living in the city requires more hardship than ordinary people.
Like Qiao Yurou, Li Xin was also fascinated by Xie Lei's melancholic aura that emanated from his bones, and she willingly went out to work to make money so that he could concentrate on his creation.
Jin Qing: "Haha!" If I were poor, I would be more depressed than him. Can you believe it?
After graduating from college, Li Xin found a job as a primary school music teacher, but in order to have more time to take care of Xie Lei's daily life, she gave up and chose to do odd jobs here and there, trying to earn more money.
At her busiest time, Li Xin had to work four jobs every day.
But she never complained because she felt that she was sacrificing for love.
She is not as talented as Xie Lei and has a unique understanding and understanding of music, so she must work hard to help Xie Lei succeed and let him realize their common dream.
Learning that Xie Lei and Qiao Yurou were going to get married was like a bolt from the blue to her.
She didn't understand why the man with whom she was still affectionate last night put on a brand new expensive suit in the early morning and told her nonchalantly that he was going to marry another woman soon!
The most ridiculous thing is that he put on this suit himself.
Li Xin sat slumped on the bed and watched Xie Lei say this, then tidied his hair slowly and methodically, patted his already clean shoulders, and left slowly.
Li Xin was left sitting in the room crying without tears. She was really abandoned. After Jin Qing climbed up the wall, he didn't know that the barbed wire on the wall was electrified, so he directly grabbed the power grid drill with his hands.
Got in.
After the power grid on the fence flashed for a moment, the external meter box below actually burned out.
At this time, the other hairpin on Jin Qing's soul's head flashed a white light where she couldn't see it, and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Jin Qing just felt a numb and itchy feeling in his left hand holding the power grid.
After Jin Qing got into the power grid, he let go of the power grid, looked at his left hand, and moved it a little, wondering if it was an illusion just now.
The villa was quiet at this time, and the three people were all thinking about their own thoughts.
Xie Lei's wife Li Xin had just finished cleaning the villa, rubbed her sore waist, and went back to her room to sleep.
Burdened by various household chores every day, she is no longer the delicate music teacher with slender fingers.
Xie Lei locked the door and sat alone in his studio creating.
In the corner, some bowls and plates were scattered messily, and vegetable soup was flowing on the ground, seeping in through the gaps in the floor tiles. Xie Lei didn't pay attention at all, since he wasn't cleaning it himself.
This is the dinner Li Xin brought to him. Tomorrow morning, he will let Li Xin in to help him clean up.
Xie Lei was holding a guitar while auditioning, while holding a pen to write and draw in a notebook.
This room was his private area, and he never let anyone in except for cleaning.
I remember that when Xie Xinyao was a child, she curiously touched the keys of the piano in his studio. This piano was specially hand-carved by Qiao Yurou for him abroad and was never allowed to be touched by anyone. When he discovered it, he knocked it down angrily.
The cover of the piano knocked Xie Xinyao's hand down.
Two of Xie Xinyao's fingers were broken, completely cutting off her possibility of learning music.
From then on, Xie Xinyao would subconsciously take a detour every time she passed by his studio.
Xie Lei is a very pure person, he just wants to be famous.
All family ties and love are too ridiculous in his eyes. He is such a talented person, but he suffers from the fact that no one knows how to appreciate him.
Xie Lei thought that from the age of twenty-five to now that he is nearly fifty, he has been looking for someone to praise him every year, but he has failed every year. Watching the money he has squandered over the years, it is like
It was like a waste of time, and he couldn't help but hate everyone in his heart.
Qiao Yurou died too early. When he took her inheritance, he thought it was a lot of money and thought he would definitely become famous.
But it turned out that the money was not enough to make him popular.
This woman stretched her legs and died happily. Why didn't she want to get more money from her capitalist father before she died?
As a result, every time he takes money from Qiao Jia and Qiao Ren, it's like begging.
These two snobbish short-lived ghosts are really unfilial. They only know how to please their rich capitalist grandfather. Ever since they were young, they would never come to see them unless they came to see them. They seemed to be unwilling to recognize them at all.
Just like my own father who has no money.
As for why he didn't sell the villa, Xie Lei scoffed. Only a house like this could match his talent. He, a future first-line singer, couldn't live in a small house. It would hurt his face too much.
Speaking of Li Xin again, Xie Lei snorted coldly.
If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't create with peace of mind because he had no one to take care of him, he wouldn't have married Li Xin at all.
Who knows why this woman is so troublesome and why she gave birth to a little burden and cost him so much money.
But when he thought of Xie Xinyao again, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. This daughter was pretty good, she was becoming more and more scheming, and she knew how to plan for her father. He finally had someone useful by his side.
Thinking of the plan Xie Xinyao told him, the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.
It would be a great blessing to be able to make that stinky old capitalist man die with his eyes open, to teach the two little white-eyed wolves a lesson, and to get all their family's money.
As long as that old guy Qiao Xingye is confirmed to have died before the two siblings, he can find a way to inherit all the property of the two siblings.
This money is enough to promote him as a first-line singer.
The rest is not important at all.
As long as he has something to do with Peng Hong, no matter what others ask him to do, he will do it obediently.
Thinking of this, his mood improved again. He had lived a miserable life these past few years, and the feeling of asking for money from others was not easy.
This time, he finally saw the hope of becoming famous. As long as these stumbling blocks are gone, he will have enough resources to advance himself to the top in the future.
Thinking that in the future, countless people would come to worship him and pursue him, Xie Lei couldn't help but become excited for a moment, and his creative inspiration burst out. He rushed to the market, grabbed a notebook, and wrote it down in a notebook, and named it "Hope."
In the master bedroom of the villa, Li Xin was sleeping sweetly.
Although she was tired from living around Xie Lei all day long, she was extremely satisfied because she felt that she was married to the person she loved most.
She and Xie Lei are classmates in college, and they have been together since college. Xie Lei is an orphan, and Li Xin's family is not wealthy, so living in the city requires more hardship than ordinary people.
Like Qiao Yurou, Li Xin was also fascinated by Xie Lei's melancholic aura that emanated from his bones, and she willingly went out to work to make money so that he could concentrate on his creation.
Jin Qing: "Haha!" If I were poor, I would be more depressed than him. Can you believe it?
After graduating from college, Li Xin found a job as a primary school music teacher, but in order to have more time to take care of Xie Lei's daily life, she gave up and chose to do odd jobs here and there, trying to earn more money.
At her busiest time, Li Xin had to work four jobs every day.
But she never complained because she felt that she was sacrificing for love.
She is not as talented as Xie Lei and has a unique understanding and understanding of music, so she must work hard to help Xie Lei succeed and let him realize their common dream.
Learning that Xie Lei and Qiao Yurou were going to get married was like a bolt from the blue to her.
She didn't understand why the man with whom she was still affectionate last night put on a brand new expensive suit in the early morning and told her nonchalantly that he was going to marry another woman soon!
The most ridiculous thing is that he put on this suit himself.
Li Xin sat slumped on the bed and watched Xie Lei say this, then tidied his hair slowly and methodically, patted his already clean shoulders, and left slowly.
Li Xin was left sitting in the room crying without tears. She was really abandoned.
