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Chapter 10 The So-Called Wedding Ring

Chapter 10 The So-Called Wedding Ring

Is he teaching someone a lesson?If not, where did the harsh words come from?If so, what is the unconscious smile in the voice?
I suddenly thought of a class I listened to a long time ago.The subject is "how to be a great boss".The bald professor stood on the podium and spoke Russian-American in a slow and moderate voice:

"Equal emphasis on majesty and intimacy is a necessary condition for becoming a supreme person."

The wonderful interpretation of majesty and intimacy, isn't it what Hu Qianyu is now?His kindness and majesty are reflected in a simple sentence.

I also don't understand why I suddenly forgot my nervousness and fear, and calmly analyzed the boss's method of both kindness and power.When I remembered that I was in danger now, Hu Qianyu and his party had already left.

The girl at the service desk was talking in a low voice. She was so excited that her voice trembled slightly. Although I didn't want to hear it, a few words jumped into my ears because of the loud volume.

"...My face is so hot... Mr. Hu, he... is really too..."

I came back to my senses, left the spot quickly, and walked out at a faster pace.

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While sitting in the restaurant waiting for the meal, I leaned on my head, thinking idly that Hu Qianyu, who instigated his gangsters to beat the girl back then, is now acting like a dog.

Many years ago, Hu Xin, Hu Qianyu and Lin Weiling were a strange family of three.

I still remember my first birthday at Hu's house. 9 candles.

I hid in the back corner of the house and sang softly: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday todearVivi, happy birthday to you."

Every birthday before, my father sang birthday songs to me like this.i miss dad.I want him back.But this missing, I don't know who to tell.Because Dad will never hear it again.

Just when I was about to cry, a mocking voice came from behind: "So you are not dumb."

The voice behind him was full of malice.It was Hu Qianyu and his henchmen.

He is laughing at me.His eyes, with disdain and dark and hateful light, met my gaze.This is a tennis court. I celebrate my birthday here, which is getting in the way of them.

I hate Hu Qianyu, I can talk, but I just don't want to talk to him.I blow out the candles and ignore them.

Hu Qianyu squinted his eyes, with a smile that was not a smile, and his voice was a little low: "Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"

He just said this, and someone wanted to be his slave. A boy behind him suddenly walked over quickly and stepped on my cake with one foot...

This is how Liang Zi was formed.

I want revenge.For my cake, I have to teach Hu Qianyu a lesson.

When he goes out, he will be attacked by the slingshot in the hideout.His tennis racket strings would snap for no reason.His expensive worldwide limited-edition toys would disappear into thin air.

My revenge was cautious, but in the end I let him find out.

When I was caught by him, he didn't need to do it himself, someone would clean me up for him.

A lot of people.A dozen or so surrounded me with rackets.Not long after, I was beaten to the ground.

Hu Qianyu stood at the referee's seat all the time, watching with great interest.

I hurt.But I don't cry.

Hu Qianyu said in a cold voice, "Take off his clothes for me."

He spoke and they started pulling at my clothes.

In summer, the hot season, I feel cold.

I was shaking and watched my clothes crumble.I stood up and tried to escape, but they hit me with a racket and warned me not to move.

Finally, stripped of my clothes, I had to curl up in a ball and accept their condescending stares.

"She, she is a woman..."

"Impossible! It hurts a lot from her beating! The girl dare not hit me so hard!"

"She, she is crying! What should I do?"

I was cold, I grabbed the broken corner of my clothes and curled up into a ball.

They all escaped.Huge tennis court, I'm the only one left.

I want daddy.I want my dad to take me home.When my father is away, everyone bullies me.But... Dad is not here, he is not anywhere.

"Hey. You—" a figure squatted in front of me, "don't cry anymore. Don't go back and complain to my mother."

I raised my head and looked at Hu Qianyu who was talking.

Because of the backlight, I couldn't see his face clearly.But his shoes, his voice, everything about him was repulsive.

Hu Qianyu stretched out a finger, tapped the back of my hand, and warned me again: "This matter...don't tell my mommy, do you hear me?"

I still remember the eyes he had when he spoke: warning, bewildered, haughty, and—maybe my eyes were dazzled—a little guilty...

(End of this chapter)