Is the black lotus husband okay?

Chapter 111 Impersonation
Firewood was piled up around the wooden house, and people came to him one after another to buy ready-made firewood for heating.

The boy opened the tin can, poured all the money for selling firewood on the ground, and counted carefully.

His whole body was dirty, but his eyes were firm and bright.

The next day, before dawn, he changed into clean clothes, took the money and a large stack of awards, got into the neighbor's car, and went to the city. After going around twice, he finally arrived in the capital.

His clothes are full of patches, which is out of tune with this bustling city.

The boy had no money for a ride, so he had to walk for a day according to his memory before arriving at the villa.

Looking from outside the door, the villa was brightly lit, and the wine was intertwined, and the laughter and laughter inside could be vaguely heard.

On the gilded notice board, there were a few large characters: Congratulations to Qiao Nanyi and Qiao Sophie on their birthday.

Qiao's young master and young lady's birthday, Qiao's held a grand banquet.

The boy dragged his exhausted body, watched the excitement inside, and walked in.

But before he entered the door, the security guard held him up and threw him out mercilessly.

"Oh! This boy actually said that he is the son of Mr. and Mrs.? Isn't it ridiculous? Mr. and Mrs. only have two children, Master Nanyi and Miss Sophie! These days, even a beggar has the guts to pretend to be a rich young master Already!"

"That's right! Little beggar? Go back to your beggar's lair! This is the place of the upper class, and you will never have the right to step in!"

The iron door slammed shut.

The boy looked at the gorgeous villa and clenched his fists, but in the end, he left helplessly.

It was snowing heavily.

This lonely and weak figure was discovered by a few drunks.

They grabbed him, took everything from him, kicked him like hell, and threw him into the icy river.

The boy was covered in injuries, and when he crawled back from the river, he was already exhausted and lost most of his consciousness due to the cold.

He lay on his stomach in the snow and kept looking at the playground not far away, watching the adults bring their children in and out, until finally he had no more strength and closed his eyes completely...

"don't want--"

Jiang Yueli woke up suddenly, tears blurred her vision.

All the students looked at her.

Jiang Yueli regained her senses, threw the test paper on the podium, and then ran out.

"What are you doing? There is still half an hour! You can't hand in the paper in advance!"

Just as the invigilator was about to stop her, there was no sign of Jiang Yueli running away.

She snorted coldly, "I tell you to study hard at ordinary times, otherwise you will be like that classmate just now, who couldn't write the test paper and was so anxious that he ran away crying! Are you ashamed?"

After the teacher finished speaking, he took a rough look at Jiang Yueli's answer sheet, and was shocked when he saw that it was a perfect score? !

Is it too late for her to take back what she just said? -
it's getting dark.

Ziyuan, Qiao Yueqing cooked this dinner himself. The food he cooked was very rough, so he deliberately studied with Aunt Chen all afternoon, and the finished product he made looked decent.

Qiao Yueqing decided to use this meal to coax his girl well.

However, it was completely dark, and Jiang Yueli still didn't come back.

"Sir, why don't I call Miss Jiang? Miss Jiang has an exam today, so she doesn't have to study late at night."

Qiao Yueqing didn't speak, feeling uneasy.

Aunt Chen made a phone call, but there was no one answering the phone, even after several calls.

"Mr. Qiao, this..."

"hold on."

It is impossible for Li'er to be in danger, if she is in danger, he will get the news, but he has no news here, if Li'er does not come back, he can only be angry with him and does not want to come back.

Qiao Yueqing decided to wait patiently...

　I'm too tired today, first three chapters, the author will make it up tomorrow, eh!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)