Boss, please let me go

Chapter 177 Tang Youyang, I'm So Happy

Su Mo smiled, and there was a sadness and despair in her eyes that did not match her age, "They live like ants at the bottom of the city, exhausted, when life is hard to continue, what is dignity? ?”

"To survive, you must let go of your dignity and let others trample on you." Su Mo looked at him, "It's just that I never thought that this person would be you."

"You can see me clearly, I am such a poor woman who is short of money." Su Mo said, and began to undress himself.

Tang Youyang turned around uncomfortably, but was hugged by her from behind. Her voice was extremely soft, and she whispered in his ear: "You are so obsessed with the past, but it's because you didn't get me and you're not reconciled."

"After dawn, you and I will have both money and goods. I wish you a pleasant night." She said, leaning her head closer and kissing her.

Tang Youyang laughed at himself and turned his head away.

Her kiss fell through, and she looked at him jokingly, "Why, disgusted?"

At the moment her kiss fell, Tang Youyang didn't know why, but subconsciously wanted to escape, he thought of Sun Miaomiao holding him tightly, telling him not to abandon her.

Tang Youyang inexplicably felt a little irritated, pushed her away, and strode out of the room.

Hearing his footsteps fade away, Su Mo breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body seemed to be limp, and he lay powerlessly on the bed.

A drop of tear slides down the cheek, followed by the second drop, the third drop...

Two years later, she once again huddled on the big hotel bed for him, crying like a lost child.

She finally pushed him away again, but she thought it would be more free and easy this time, but unfortunately she still didn't do it.

That green young man took root in her heart, and that happy time was her best memory, so let all of this be cherished together with the love she buried deep in her heart.

Tang Youyang got out of the elevator, straightened her clothes, and hurried out of the hotel.

The cold wind was blowing, making him quicken his pace, Sun Miaomiao, a silly woman, didn't know what she was doing!
He hurried down the steps, but stopped suddenly, and turned his head in disbelief.

The person on the steps was wrapped in a beige down jacket. Perhaps because of the cold, he huddled into a ball, resting his cheeks on his hands, and looked at him in surprise with his bright eyes with tears in them.

Sun Miaomiao looked at him and smiled suddenly. The great sense of loss in his heart was finally washed away, replaced by ecstasy, and he finally came out.

She got up and ran down the steps, her small figure was light and lively, like a little rabbit.When she reached the last step, she jumped up, threw herself into his arms, and hung on him like a koala.

A familiar breath came over her face, Tang Youyang hugged the petite her, always feeling very at ease.

"Tang Youyang, listen, I only allow you to abandon me twice, and after the third time, I will leave by myself."

"The winter night is too cold, so you must drive Su Mo out quickly and let me live in your heart."

Hearing her murmuring like a little girl coquettishly, Tang Youyang's heart felt sore, and he reached out to straighten her wind-blown hair, and said apologetically, "Miaomiao, I'm sorry."

"I did not consider your feelings in time."

"It's okay..." Sun Miaomiao said, her nose was a little sore, "You know Tang Youyang, I'm so happy to see you coming out of it..."

"I thought I was going to lose you already..." she said, her sobs began to choke.

Tang Youyang wiped away the tears on her face, and hugged her tightly in his arms, but there seemed to be all kinds of feelings lingering in her heart.

There is touch, there is sourness.

This girl, after seeing her boyfriend leaving with another woman in her arms, did not yell at him when they met again, but hugged him tightly and told him that she could give him two chances.

Mingming was extremely wronged in her heart, but she still hugged him and said, she didn't lose him, she was so happy...

The more sensible she is and the better she treats him, the more she makes him feel guilty.

"I'm sorry." He hugged her tightly and couldn't help repeating these three words over and over again.

Sun Miaomiao raised his head, but saw a patch of red at the base of his ear, which was the color of lipstick.

She reached out and pinched his ear, Tang Youyang was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

Sun Miaomiao rubbed her fingers on it until all the red was gone, then she shook her head and said, "It's okay, I forgive you."

She took his hand, "What are you doing in a daze, I know there is a very delicious supper nearby, I will take you to eat."

Tang Youyang smiled, held her little hand tightly, and walked with her under the moonlight.

Tang Youyang, you must quickly forget Su Mo, because I don't know how long I can tolerate you.

Su Mo cried enough alone in the hotel, and then slowly got up, looking at the banknotes scattered all over the floor, she knelt down, picked them up one by one carefully, then put on her coat, and walked out of the hotel quickly .

She turned left and right through several alleys, and came to a dilapidated street.The houses here are very depressed and dilapidated, and the walls are mottled, recording the traces of the years.

She walked into a dilapidated residential building, stood at the door of the house for a long time, then opened the door and walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, the smell of alcohol rushed to her face, she frowned, and reached out to press the light.

The room was in a mess as if it had just been ransacked.

There are wine bottles and cigarette ash all over the floor, men's clothes mixed with a pile of garbage, thrown everywhere, tables and chairs have long been thrown crookedly, the faucet in the kitchen keeps running, and the drain pipe is blocked by some garbage Now, the water has begun to spread towards the living room.

Su Mo took off his coat and threw it into his fairly clean bedroom, got up and walked into the kitchen, turning off the tap.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the floor leaning against a cabinet, with wine bottles scattered around him.His hair was disheveled, his face was thin, and the stubble on his chin was extremely long. He looked unkempt, like a homeless man on the side of the road.

He kept his eyes closed, and when he heard her footsteps, he lazily turned over and looked at her listlessly, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Su Mo responded lightly, squatted down and began to clean the blocked sewer.

"I'm hungry," he said.

"Understood." Su Mo replied without saying a word, the man got up and walked out.

After Su Mo took out the garbage blocked in the drain, he washed his hands, got up and left the kitchen.

She found the only bag of dried noodles left at home, and wanted to make a bowl of noodles with the wilted vegetables.

She glanced at the living room inadvertently, only to find that the door of the room she had just closed was opened again.

Her expression changed, she put down the vegetables in her hand and walked quickly into her room.

Sure enough, the man was sitting by her bed, counting the banknotes one by one, with greedy and sinister eyes, like a cold poisonous snake.

　[Seeing the book review, some children said that they want to update and want to go crazy, woo woo woo, touch your head, I'm sorry, but I'm really busy, if you're in a hurry, save it for a few more days, reading it in one go will definitely be better than it is now . 】

　　
　
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