Jiang Chunhui looked at the two people leaving, his eyes seemed to be covered with a frightening haze. He couldn't believe how this person, who in his eyes was not amazing in appearance, had no talent and no virtue, could treat such a person like this.
The arrogant girl held her in her arms.
This was the only "intimate" contact between them. Since then, Jiang Chunhui had visited her company from afar, but he never had the courage to see her again.
Sang Xiaoyu was not happy that day, and she did not want to talk when she and Cheng Weize left.
Cheng Weize kept saying that Jiang Chunhui had no good intentions, and that he believed in Sang Xiaoyu, but such a man was an old man, and Sang Xiaoyu was no match for him.
Sang Xiaoyu never said a word, and she was too lazy to talk when they were eating. Cheng Weize said that he would find some decent jobs for her to make up for it.
When they came out of the hotel, the sky was already full of stars.
Sang Xiaoyu looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, and Cheng Weize looked into her eyes. Her eyes were full of indifference and contempt.
Cheng Weize asked her what she was thinking, and Sang Xiaoyu was speechless.
Cheng Weize's words touched Sang Xiaoyu. He said that he trusted his wife, but he didn't like her to have too much communication with him. This man was thoughtful and a master at picking flowers. How could he let Sang Xiaoyu interact with him?
Frequent contact?
Sang Xiaoyu finally nodded in approval. As her thoughts drifted away, her mind was clear and bright.
Sang Xiaoyu liked design so much at that time that she engraved the few impressions she had in her mind through Fei Jiani, drew a sketch and gave it to Jiang Chunhui.
Jiang Chunhui gave Fei Jiani two thousand design fees and asked Fei Jiani to transfer it on her behalf, but Sang Xiaoyu didn't even ask for it.
Fei Jiani was confused and asked what happened to you two? Why did you use me as a microphone.
Sang Xiaoyu didn’t say anything.
Jiang Chunhui was too embarrassed to say anything.
When Jiang Chunhui learned that something had happened to Sang Xiaoyu, his first reaction was not sympathy but ecstasy.
He knew the opportunity had come.
No matter how strong and great Sang Xiaoyu is, she cannot overcome such a big hurdle.
In the end, she could only ask for it on her own head, and he was extremely confident about this.
Regardless of whether they were high school classmates or elementary school classmates, there were more than one or two people who opened their mouths to borrow money. Jiang Chunhui never paid a penny. He felt that he could not set this precedent, otherwise there would be endless troubles.
My own money is not brought by strong winds, but it is different for Sang Xiaoyu.
He was willing to help her, and he was willing to watch her change from sharp eyes to tender pleading. He had been waiting for this day for more than a day or two.
really.
The arrogant Sang Xiaoyu, who never attended class reunions, came shamelessly.
Everyone knows her purpose.
When Jiang Chunhui entered the hotel, on the surface he was indifferent, but in fact he listened carefully to what his classmates were saying about Sang Xiaoyu.
Especially when Zhao Siyue made fun of Sang Xiaoyu, he listened to it all, but he remained unmoved.
When Sang Xiaoyu pitifully made his demands known to the public, and all his classmates reached out to borrow money, he continued to act stupid.
He wished that Sang Xiaoyu would kneel at his feet and ask for his help in front of all his classmates.
He even hoped that the disappointed eyes of his classmates would see the former goddess kneeling at his feet. He even hoped that Wang Ximo would call her "sister-in-law" in front of all the classmates...
but no.
When Wang Ximo gave her an extra two thousand yuan, she was so moved that she burst into tears, but she still refused to ask for help.
Jiang Chunhui had no other choice, but in his heart he still felt that Sang Xiaoyu was playing hard to get, which was a favorite tactic used by women.
Sang Xiaoyu was about to leave, and she had no intention of begging him. He had no choice but to appear at the gate where she was leaving at the last moment.
The moment he saw Sang Xiaoyu throw away the phone number he gave her, he finally understood that Sang Xiaoyu had no intention of begging him at all.
She had no tricks, and she was too lazy to use tricks on him.
Jiang Chunhui felt a chill of complete failure in the hot room.
He also wanted to forget it. Now he can be said to be a voluptuous man, surrounded by beautiful women. He is not worth it for such a woman.
But no.
Another voice told him that the only failure he had ever experienced in love was the woman in front of him who had to bend down for a bucket of rice.
At the last moment, he called Sang Xiaoyu.
He thought about what Sang Xiaoyu would look like when he offered to settle all the bills for 340,000 yuan.
Until he put forward the conditions, Sang Xiaoyu's expression remained unchanged, unmoved and decisively refused.
Jiang Chunhui was completely convinced by Sang Xiaoyu. He spent more than 30,000 yuan just to help her and help her sincerely. She was too stubborn and she would suffer in the future.
In the past few years, Jiang Chunhui certainly knew the news about her. In his heart, even if this woman didn't want to betray her sugar daddy, she would always find someone to accompany her through thick and thin.
People are afraid of loneliness, and she is no exception.
He didn't want to know who this person was, who could solve her life, financial or even physical problems.
When I saw him today, Sang Xiaoyu, who was so stubborn, was really carrying a mountain-like burden by himself.
He was shocked.
Physiological needs have given way, and he wants to sincerely help the woman in his heart.
Thinking of this, he smiled and remembered that he had just seen Sang Xiaoyu go in and warned the waiter for a long time.
He knew that Sang Xiaoyu had long been away from this kind of life, but he wanted to drag her back into this kind of life. He felt that she was worthy, she was worth it!
He threw down his cigarette and went to the front desk to say a few words to the foreman. The foreman looked at him with some embarrassment. He took out two hundred yuan and put it on the table. The foreman used the intercom to ask for instructions and then followed Jiang Chunhui out.
Before coming out, Jiang Chunhui carefully asked the waiter to take out Sang Xiaoyu's shoes at the door. They were a pair of large cotton shoes commonly known locally as "Hailaer sticky-soled shoes."
Sang Xiaoyu had already worn the shoes in some tatters, and the cotton inside had turned yellow and black, and was exposed unscrupulously.
The waiter couldn't hide his disgust. Jiang Chunhui pretended not to notice, asked the waiter to find a piece of string, measured it, and then asked the waiter to throw it into the trash can outside.
The attentive Jiang Chunhui asked the waiter to take out Sang Xiaoyu's bra and put it in a plastic bag...
This is a cloth bra with no sponge inside and several patches.
Jiang Chunhui's heart shook. They were no longer of the same standard. She was now in dire straits, facing countless unspeakable hardships every day, but she was still extremely optimistic...
He didn't want to believe that this was Sang Xiaoyu's life. He should live in a spacious and bright house and draw the blueprint in his heart with a paintbrush. If it weren't for this damn man Cheng Weize, Sang Xiaoyu's life would not be so difficult.
.
He wants to save Sang Xiaoyu from the sea of suffering.