Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 972 Time-Limited Chasing Husband (44)

"Linghulan!" Xia Mingyuan was also angry. He suddenly felt that he couldn't understand Linghulan. Linghulan was so deceitful in the past. She believed everything he said, but now the person talking to her on the phone is simply a stranger. , the last bit of guilt left in his heart completely dissipated, and he said coldly: "Linghu Lan, if my girlfriend breaks up with me, I will not let you go."

Linghu Lan couldn't help but hehe. "Congratulations to your girlfriend for escaping the catastrophe, and you should wait for the government to send you a wife in the future! If the government does!"

Snapped!
Linghu Lan hung up the phone, as expected, there was no reason to talk to scum.

Some people always put themselves first, it’s okay for me to hurt you, but absolutely not for you to hurt me, I don’t apologize, you can’t hate me, I apologize, you must forgive me, if you don’t forgive me, you are wrong, put you Awesome, the facial features are filled with gas, not as big as your face!

Xia Mingyuan was dazed for a while, and smashed the phone angrily.

Now not only his girlfriend knows what happened in the past, but also his former classmates and colleagues, and even his parents call to ask and complain to him, his life has been transferred to another by Linghulan. Direction, can never return to the previous track.

There was nothing he could do about it.

He was lying on the ground, limp and powerless. When he thought of the end, he simply felt ruthless in his heart: It's really not possible, just like Tang Xinyou, tell Linghu Lan.

Thinking of this, he quickly picked up his cell phone and dialed Tang Xinyou's number.

……

When the reporter came to interview at home.

Seeing Linghu Lan holding a book, sitting on the balcony, the sun shone on her face, coating her pale and weak skin with a gentle color.

Seeing someone coming, Linghu Lan tilted her head and smiled, "Please sit down!"

The reporter looked at this innocent girl with some sympathy. She looked young, but she had a heavy feeling of having gone through the vicissitudes of life.

This girl is unique.

Routine interview, one by one question asked.

Finally, the reporter asked: "Miss Linghu, I would like to ask, some people on the Internet said that you did this to extort money, what do you think about it?"

Linghu Lan smiled. "Do they mean they want me to be a Madonna?"

The reporter couldn't help laughing either. "Can you tell me in detail how much you spent on medical treatment?"

Linghu Lan glanced at Lan's mother who was quietly listening, feeling sour in her heart. "I spent more than 80 yuan on medical treatment in the past few years, of which about 40 yuan was social donations, and another 40 yuan was saved by my parents and borrowed from others. The family is still in debt of 20 yuan. I just want the perpetrators to bear the burden. If a person is hit by a car, shouldn't she find the driver who caused the accident? Say generously, I'm fine, you can go? Isn't that right? Isn't this pampering some people, isn't it To condone social cancer?"

"If they apologize to you, will you accept it?"

"Won't!"

"why?"

"Because the world of adults is not playing games, an apology is not that valuable. If someone slaps me, I will not thank him for bringing me hardships and letting me grow up. I will just slap back."

The reporter glanced at Linghu Lan in surprise. Underneath this girl's calm appearance was an extremely firm heart. For a moment, she felt elated after hearing Linghu Lan's words.

(End of this chapter)