trap rose

Chapter 66 Rejection
Wen Mian responded palely: "No, there is interest."

"Really? How much profit?" Pei Zhiyao asked.

"Just follow the market." Wen Mian has never borrowed money from anyone, so he doesn't understand.

Pei Zhiyao sneered and wrote down a number on the paper at random, and this number corresponded to Wen Mian's debt.

Wen Mian stared at Pei Zhiyao with wide eyes, and Pei Zhiyao circled the number on the paper: "You want to borrow this amount, based on the market interest rate, and your monthly salary of 6000."

"You plan to pay me back until you die, and you still owe me money."

Before Wen Mian could say anything, Pei Zhiyao directly pressed the button to call the secretary: "Send off guests."

Wen Mian stood there in embarrassment, and the secretary had already opened the door and came in, looking at Wen Mian in embarrassment: "Miss Wen, come with me."

Wen Mian knew that Pei Zhiyao intended to humiliate him and did not want to stay here.

He turned around and followed the secretary to leave. When he went downstairs, the receptionist glanced at Wen Mian curiously, guessing Wen Mian's identity.

Except for Pei Zhiyao's company door, Wen Mian felt that the pressure on himself was a little less.

Wen Mian couldn't understand what Pei Zhiyao was doing. For Pei Zhiyao, the money was just a small amount.

The cost of a nightclub that Pei Zhiyao goes to any day will be more than this. Even if his posture has been lowered to this point, he is not willing to lend it to him.

Just as Wen Mian was about to take a taxi home, he received a call from Mo Xiaoqi: "Want to come and play?"

Wen Mian felt exhausted all over his body: "Sorry..."

As soon as Mo Xiaoqi heard Wen Mian speak, he noticed something was wrong with Wen Mian's state, and said hurriedly: "Where are you? I'll go find you."

Wen Mian paused, then declined: "No, I'm going home soon."

Mo Xiaoqi knew that Wen Mian would not listen to him, so he hung up the phone and said goodbye to the friend next to him: "Sorry, something happened. Let's get together next time."

The friend next to him waved his hand nonchalantly: "You have to go and get busy first, and we'll make an appointment when you're free."

Mo Xiaoqi quickly drove out of the parking lot and arrived downstairs at Wen Mian's house in less than 20 minutes.

When I was waiting for Mo Xiaoqi to knock on the door, it took almost half a minute before there were footsteps.

Wen Mian opened the door and looked at Mo Xiaoqi in front of him blankly: "Aren't you playing? Why are you here?"

Mo Xiaoqi gasped and said, "You don't want me to come in and sit down?"

Before Wen Mian could react, his body had reflexively moved out of the way.

As soon as Mo Xiaoqi stepped in, he saw Wen Mian's tightly drawn curtains. No light came into the room, and the door was not opened.

I only saw a few scattered beer bottles beside the table.

Wen Mian looked at Mo Xiaoqi at a loss: "There is a bit of chaos at home."

Mo Xiaoqi looked at Wen Mian's state and didn't know how to comfort Wen Mian. He sat next to Wen Mian and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Maybe Wen Mian was drunk. This time, Mo Xiaoqi asked Wen Mian, and Wen Mian told everything without much hesitation.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at Wen Mian, with pain in his heart, and silently recited the number in the corner of his mouth: "I have money, I will lend it to you."

Wen Mian glanced at Prophet Mo Xiaoqi. Mo Xiaoqi's monthly pocket money was only that little, so how could he fill such a big hole.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at Wen Mian and promised: "I will help you find a way, and I will definitely lend you this money."

Wen Mian didn't know what to say. She was drunk with alcohol, so she just murmured: "Thank you..."

(End of this chapter)