CEO's Indulged Lover

"Needless to say, you can go." The landlady took out a thin envelope, still stained with oil.

With the settlement of half a month's wages, clinging to the panic of walking in the alley.

Looking at the bustling guests in the alley, the drunken uncle, the woman with heavy make-up, and the couple hanging shoulder to shoulder, she suddenly felt that she was too lonely and pitiful!

500000 yen, only tens of thousands here. I'm still far behind. What should I do

She's been cornered. There's nothing she can do!

In my mind, Yixin's indifferent and contemptuous voice sounded: "sister, you are so old, you can't rely on your parents for everything! At that time, if you marry a poor man, don't you have to ask your parents for money every day? Parents' money belongs to their parents. You are not a three-year-old. Don't rely on others like this! "

The laughter of those Japanese girls in the class sounded: "to help, money is the fastest, ha ha..."

The disdain of Mr. Yamada's "poor people, don't come to school" is heard

Attachment finally bite the teeth, this moment, she decided to give up everything.

"I will be more successful than you! Just take a step. Everything will change

She beckoned for a taxi and stopped at a station in Shinjuku.

There is a big entertainment place opposite here, which is very high-end. Many high-ranking officials and nobles will come here to spend money. Therefore, she is on guard at this gate. Although she can't enter the nightclub herself, she may find a fish in the net by standing at the door.

Confident of her appearance, she bit down her lips and walked on.

This step is to fall into the swamp forever and have no way back.

at the same time, there is a very luxurious box in the nightclub "moonlight goddess", which is one of the most luxurious nightclubs in Shinjuku, where all the guests are dignitaries.

The box is a typical harmony style. The valuable gold foil fans are hung on the walls. There are gurgling bridges and flowing water in the room. The bonsai is full of Oriental style.

On the main seat sat a man in a black kimono, with a cold face like the God of heaven, with a touch of cold on his lips.