Ex-wife is not allowed to run: Satan's chief favor

Every time she went to the Kang family mansion, it was a big challenge for Rao Mengyu. Facing the ridicule and insults from her blood relatives, and seeing the stark contrast between the two living environments, the extreme gap made her hate it.

She has never been a person who likes to question fate. He believes in the reincarnation of life and death that Buddha said, but when it comes to this place, she is not reconciled, and she just has resentment in her heart.

She doesn't complain for herself, she just feels sorry for her mother.

That poor woman who had been waiting for her father for the rest of her life ended up getting nothing. She didn't have the status she deserved, she didn't enjoy a rich life, and she was even paralyzed and disabled by those demons!

She hated, hated the cruelty of those people, hated her own incompetence even more, she couldn't protect her mother, couldn't give her a comfortable life, every time she reached out to ask her father for money, it was like gouging out her own flesh, full of humiliation and inferiority.

The tree-lined avenue full of camphor planted was damp and cold due to the autumn rain. Rao Mengyu was walking absent-mindedly, thinking about the words he would say when he reached out to his father later, feeling very irritable for no reason. The sports car deliberately brushed past her, her white skirt was splashed with mud, and her leg was almost broken.

"what!"

"Hahaha!!"

The red sports car suddenly lay across in front of her. The man in the car, wearing sunglasses, laughed at her and raised his middle finger.

Rao Mengyu rolled his eyes and walked around coldly, not even bothering to look at him.

Unexpectedly, the man jumped out of the car and blocked Rao Mengyu's path with his arms wide open.

"Hey, my lovely sister, it's a rare time to go home, what are you doing with a straight face, come on, brother loves you, brother loves you!"

The obscene laughter was accompanied by the pulling of his hands and feet. Kang Ruisong pressed Rao Mengyu onto the car as if no one was there. A pair of big palms moved up and down Rao Mengyu's waist like disgusting octopus whiskers, ready to go Vigorous, his body reveals his most primitive obscenity and perversion.

Fuck, this bitch is getting more and more attractive as she grows, her white and tender skin seems to be able to pinch water, her small waist is not big enough to hold her hand, and her two round peaches are plump and green, especially her holy face With Joan of Arc's indifference and contempt, any man who saw it would want to crush this little fairy under his body and conquer it.

"Little fairy, the longer you grow, the weaker you become. My brother really wants to love you, my brother really wants to love you. Come, let my brother see if all the parts you should grow are all grown..."

The man firmly pressed Rao Mengyu under his body, his rough hands stretched along her smooth thighs to reach the bottom of her skirt.

Rao Mengyu let him press her down, with her back pressed against the hard sports car body, she was disgusted at first, and wanted to lift her leg and kick his lifeline, so that he would surely let go of her in pain, but she stopped suddenly , a sneer appeared on the corner of his cold lips.

Seeing the figure gradually approaching in the distance, she uttered a tragic cry for help, with great fear and grievance, just like a wounded little white rabbit. Her harassment has not been once or twice, she used to resist, but now she is determined not to bear it anymore, and she is determined to teach him a lesson.

"Bastard, what are you doing!!"

The majestic voice was full of vigor and anger, and Kang Yinglong's heavy slap made Kang Ruisong's eyes stare.

"Father...Father...you...you misunderstood, my sister and I, we..."

Being caught straight by Kang Yinglong, and letting Kang Ruisong ride on Kang Yinglong's head to shit and pee, he has nothing to say now.

"Bastard, she is your sister, I'm going to kill you bastard today, I...I'll kill you!!"

Although Kang Yinglong was around fifty years old, perhaps because he had done too many wrong things in his early years, not to mention his early illness, having such a son, he would sooner or later be pissed to death.

He grabbed Kang Ruisong's clothes and dragged it. He was really angry, otherwise he wouldn't be so rude to his beloved son. Kang Ruisong is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Fighting back, the two father and son scuffled like this in broad daylight.

Rao Mengyu looked at the dramatic scene in front of her with cold eyes, straightened her skirt, leaned against the car body, with a cold sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

In the end, Kang Ruisong was locked up by the angry Kang Yinglong, who was yelling that he was going to shoot the beast. The housekeeper and servants were busy all over the house, but it was a pity that Liu Yuehua and Kang Mina were not there, so he missed this good show!

Rao Mengyu walked back and forth in Kang Yinglong's study with her hands behind her back, the fierce quarrel downstairs made her happy for no reason.

My father is indeed a rich man. The area of ​​the study alone is much larger than the dangerous building where she and her mother live in. The bookshelves are full of books and the old-fashioned brushes and inkstones on the desk make my father look like an intellectual. A profound old scholar.

scholar?

Oh, what a ridiculous title.

If her father was a scholar, then she would be a fairy!

That's right, in fact Rao Mengyu hated Kang Yinglong very much.

Hate him for being unfair to his mother, hate him for being indifferent to their mother and daughter, and even more hate his partiality.

She does not deny that her father is good to her and her mother, but to him, this kind of goodness is more like a drop of nectar of charity. Compared with the whole vast ocean he treated Liu Yuehua and the others, this drop of nectar from him is particularly impressive to Rao Meng. The language feels ironic.

If she hadn't been forced to, she wouldn't even want to see him, let alone ask him for money!

"How much?"

There was no prelude, no concern, and Rao Mengyu was inexplicably cold with a single sentence.

"Thirty thousand."

"Ah."

Kang Yinglong nodded silently, opened the desk, took out a check and quickly filled it out, Rao Mengyu took it, then turned and left.

The whole process is like a transaction, full of irony.

Kang Yinglong looked at his daughter's thin back, but he couldn't bear it after all, so he called her to stop.

"Find some time, come with me to 'Taoyuan' for a walk!"

Rao Mengyu was stunned, at first she suspected that she had heard it wrong, and she nodded heavily after two or three seconds.

She ran downstairs, and no one saw her tears falling all over the floor.