Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 46 It's All About Money
There was very little traffic at night, and Liu Qianqian drove the Red Princess on the road around the lake.

Not long after driving out of Huanhu Road, she arrived at her parents' house.

The place where parents live is also a villa, but it is not as big as the villa where Whisper of the Wind lives.

The air near the lake is too humid, Liuhe East and Bai Feifei don't like the villas like Whisper of the Wind very much, they are too close to the lake.

"It's all over, why come here?" Seeing his little daughter coming home, Liuhe East was very happy, but his face did not show a very welcoming look.

The youngest daughter has made him and his wife more at ease since she was a child, she is well-behaved, obedient, witty and courageous.

And the couple are not against the youngest daughter's desire to become a singer and a star. Unlike Liu Piaopiao, the daughter of the fourth brother's family, she has been wearing a little padded jacket since she was a child.

Once when the fourth brother was out on an inspection trip, Liu Piaopiao, who was in elementary school, told her mother to surprise her father by giving her a younger brother while his father was not at home.

Su Nuan laughed, and Liu Jiangdong wanted to give this little padded jacket away after learning about it.

"I miss you and my mom, come and have a look, I'll be leaving right away, I'm going out to do some work." In the living room, Liu Qianqian looked here and there while fetching water to drink.

"What are you looking for?" Liuhe asked.

"It's nothing, there are so many good things at home, and mine is empty." Liu Qianqian picked up an ornament.

There are indeed a lot of decorations in the parents' house, such as bottles, stoves, pots, ruyi, vases, flowers, auspicious animals, landscapes, jade boxes, tripods, etc., which are very particular.

"You can take a few of the ornaments on the left, don't mess around with the others, it's bad Feng Shui." After taking a bath, Bai Feifei came out of the room, and he could see through his little daughter's mind at a glance.

"If you don't take it, I'll take a look." Liu Qianqian didn't like these ornaments, they were not easy to give to Wang Zihao.

She planned to wait for Prince Hao of Hedong.

While I was still a good daughter, I came to see my parents, and let my parents see her.

After tonight, I'm a little woman who can put my hair up, and I'm not the same person I used to be.

Think about Liu Qianqian's anticipation and nervousness.

Today is the first day of a new round of good days, which can perfectly achieve what you want.

The best friend said that after she came back from Yanjing, she took the initiative to find her ex-boyfriend to get back together, and she didn't know if she came back.

Counting the time, it should be soon before she comes back, Liu Qianqian is very envious of her best friend's courage.

Before hearing her best friend confide in her heart, she learned from hearsay that the beauty and sweetness of love is incomparable.

In addition, her best friend said that even if she has nothing in this life, she can't live without a man, Liu Qianqian yearns for love even more.

No matter, we must take down the little man tonight.

There is really no way, he dislikes his family's good fortune, so he can't let his parents go bankrupt.

Grandparents will definitely not allow it. There are many brothers and sisters. If one party is in trouble, all parties will support it.

"Qianqian, why did you suddenly come to our place tonight?" Bai Feifei called his little daughter over and helped her apply a mask.

Liu Qianqian put down the ornaments, and ran over bouncing around.

"Be careful, how old are you?" Bai Feifei scolded, it's been so long since graduation, and she's already talking about her boyfriend, she still looks like a little girl.

"No matter how old I am, I am still my mother's daughter. I will never grow up." Liu Qianqian picked up the mask on the table and skillfully tore open the package.

"Qianqian, I heard that you hung your boyfriend's name under your house?" Bai Feifei asked casually with his head resting on the back of the sofa.

Liu Qianqian was not surprised. Ever since Wang Zihao's name was hung on the house, she knew that her parents would find out sooner or later.

"Well, it took a lot of advantage from him. It's not too much to transfer the ownership of the house to him alone." Liu Qianqian said.

Parents don't care about a house. One winter, their family went to Lucheng for vacation and booked a house.

More than 18 a day, lived for more than a month.

It was later revealed by the hotel, and netizens said that poverty limited their imagination.

Of course, the hotel dare not disclose only the price and duration of the stay, the location of the house and customer information.

"The company you run and the song you sing have something to do with him, right?" Liuhe Dong was very clever, so he guessed right.

"Dad, I can't hide anything from you." Liu Qianqian said generously: "Without him, I really wouldn't dare to start this company. Works are king and never go out of style. He has works."

"Oh, then he has a common language with you, and your father and I can rest assured." Bai Feifei smiled while enjoying the service of his youngest daughter.

"Mom, don't talk, you won't get involved." Liu Qianqian complained.

Bai Feifei smiled slightly and stopped talking.

Liuhe Dong asked curiously: "Qianqian, did he ask to add his name, or did you decide for yourself?"

"Of course I decided on my own. I wanted to give him a house in Yanjing or Songjiang, but he didn't want it. In fact, he is a scholar, very proud." Liu Qianqian praised her "boyfriend".

"Literati?" Liuhe Dong wondered, "A writer?"

"Well, writer." Liu Qianqian felt a little guilty, and didn't have the nerve to say more.

Although Internet writers are also writers, after some understanding, she learned that this profession is far less prestigious than traditional writers.

Even many traditional writers are very disdainful of groups like Internet writers. Although some celebrities have become popular because of starring in film and television dramas adapted from Internet writers' works, they actually look down on the original authors.

Those celebrities were interviewed and asked to recommend some books to fans, and they never recommended online novels, all of which were traditional literary works.

"Hello literati. Your grandma likes this kind of people the most. She thinks that they are the messengers of inheriting culture. Some of them can leave behind their wisdom and spirit. They are most likely to achieve eternal life." Liuhe Dong laughed.

Liu Qianqian blushed a little. Wang Zihao was not the literati his father said he was writing. He said that he wrote online novels, which were born to cater to the online market. The whole novel was filled with a strong commercial atmosphere and had nothing to do with literati and poets.

"Qianqian, what book did your boyfriend publish? I'll send you two copies another day, and I'll take a look with your dad. If you think it's good, I'll send it to your grandparents." Bai Feifei was in high spirits.

Oops, bragging about her boyfriend was too much, Liu Qianqian said perfunctorily: "It will take several years to write a book, just wait."

Indeed, the serialization time of a book online novel is in units of years.

Especially for those who have made money, it is not uncommon for them to write for more than ten years without finishing the book, let alone those who have been writing for five or six years and are still in the water.

Hedong, Kuaixuan Apartment.

Xu Siqian was so excited that she clicked on the E drive on the computer.

On the E drive, the folder "Road to Immortal" is still there.

After clicking to open it, Xu Siqian's face became slightly hot.

There are two folders under the "Chengxian Road" folder, one is called "There are pictures and the truth" and the other is called "Pictures and pictures".

Xu Siqian felt hot all over, as if the electric fan was blowing hot air.

After clicking on the second folder, Xu Siqian's blood surged up.

In, are still there!
Just when she was about to click on one of the videos, Wang Zihao suddenly held her hand.

Xu Siqian looked up and saw Wang Zihao shaking his head, her face suddenly turned pale.

"Can't you see it?" Her face became paler and paler.

Wang Zihao nodded and let go of Xu Siqian's hand.

He remembered what Bodhi said to Supreme Treasure in "A Chinese Journey to the West": "Yes, you called Jingjing 98 times when you were in a coma... There is also a person named Zixia, you called 780 four times... This Zixia must owe you a lot of money."

"I... am I coming back late?" Xu Siqian's face was as pale as paper, but there was murderous look in her eyes.

"I have a girl..." Wang Zihao wanted to say that he had a girlfriend.

But Xu Siqian jumped up like a fox whose tail had been stepped on, and interrupted him: "Don't say it! I don't want to hear it!"

Wang Zihao stopped.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, Xu Siqian asked with red eyes: "When did it happen?"

"A...two days ago." Wang Zihao said.

Xu Siqian's tears fell down suddenly, it was two days late!

This is what she is most afraid of, and she has been afraid to ask her when chatting with her ex-boyfriend.

She had rushed back as soon as possible, but it was still too late.

If I had known this earlier, I would have rushed back early if I said anything, and what kind of crap was filming!
"I thought that if you let go, I wouldn't wait for you anymore." In order to make his ex-girlfriend feel better, Wang Zihao explained.

"Three years, three years of relationship, you didn't do anything wrong, and I didn't empathize with you, how can you just let it go? Didn't you do it several times before, and then reconciled? Why can't this time Already?" Xu Siqian wiped her tears, the more she cried, the more sad she became.

The longer they were apart, the more she missed her little man.

After learning that the little man became the boyfriend of another woman, her whole heart was broken.

The most important treasure was taken away, and life became meaningless.

Her soul was taken away like a walking dead.

Wang Zihao also felt uncomfortable, he hadn't accepted Liu Qianqian yet.

I just don't know why, seeing Xu Siqian want to open up the beauty of the past, what will happen next is self-evident.

And thinking of Liu Qianqian's eyes, and how kind she was to him these days, Wang Zihao couldn't bear it.

What did she do wrong?
She was still a simple little girl who had never met what people call sadness, nor should she.

"Is she beautiful?" Xu Siqian asked sobbing.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Zihao nodded.

"Good figure?" Xu Siqian was a little unwilling.

Wang Zihao nodded.

"Is her family rich?" Xu Siqian gritted her teeth.

After a while, Wang Zihao said, "It's okay, she owns a flat, so she doesn't have to repay the loan."

Then it's not Bai Fumei, Xu Siqian is even more unwilling.

Thinking of me as a white and rich beauty, I lost to a woman who could only afford one house.

"Are you scared by the mortgage at home, thinking that if she has a house, at least she won't have to be a house slave in the future?" Xu Siqian wiped her nose with two tissues from the table.

Wang Zihao was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, if I can marry her, the rest of my life will be very easy."

Thinking of his parents' experience of repaying the loan, and thinking of Feng Zhiyu's 600 million mortgage, Wang Zihao sighed: "The house is the biggest enemy of ordinary people in life. There is no one. Most people have already exhausted their lives while they are alive." All out."

It turned out that it was all about money.

Problems that money can solve, or are they problems?
A gleam of light appeared in Xu Siqian's eyes, like a spark of fire.

Then, while Wang Zihao was stunned, she unbuttoned her back with her backhand.

(End of this chapter)