Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

At night, the sky is dotted, a bright moon hanging high, the bright moonlight pouring on the asphalt road, at the end of the road, a delicate villa is lighting a weak light.

Wan Yishao leaned back on the sofa, arms behind the back of the sofa, remote control in one hand, brow locked.

What is playing on TV is a video from his subordinates, and at the same time, there is also a text narrative.

The man inside did go to the Song family, but he was stopped by someone at the door. His voice was a little vague, but from the man's actions, they should be arguing about something.

Then, the person who opened the door reached out and pushed him to the ground. He clapped his hands in disgust. The face with a mask and most of the face covered was unable to judge the real identity of the other person.

Very violent in that person mended two feet, and then returned to the yard, forced to close the door.

The strength was so great that the whole iron gate swayed twice.

The man who was beaten didn't want his own reward. Instead, he was beaten black and blue. Indignant, he yelled at the door and used all kinds of ugly words.

There seems to be no servant in the Song family. Until noon, no one came to drive or solve the problem.

The man didn't stop scolding. Even though he was thirsty, he still insisted on not letting go, because he was beaten when he sent the message. The man wanted to ask for more money, but now he didn't even have the money he promised. It's too much!

Time is approaching. In the afternoon, the man touched his empty stomach, got up and patted his ass and left. Seeing this, Wan Yi Shao thought that he had given up debt collection, but he just had a meal and continued to wait at the door.

The upper right corner of the video shows the shooting time at any time. Now it's more than 6 p.m. and the noisy people have yawned.

At this moment, the iron door was opened. The proud man who had just opened the door now became very humble. He bowed to the debt collector lying on the ground, and then took out a check to him.

The debt collector took it and looked at it. He didn't count in detail how many zeros there were in the back. He finally got the money. The debt collector hummed a little song and left happily.

The man in the white suit who opened the door breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, his face suddenly changed, and his momentum suddenly changed from just warm to fierce and bloodthirsty, like an ancient sword, ready to come out of the sheath at any time to kill the enemy.

The video stopped abruptly. Wanyi Shao used the remote control to click and play it again. In fact, she couldn't remember how many times she had seen the video. She didn't think there were some particularly important points.

Wan Yi Shao, who didn't get an accurate point of view, planned to observe it all the time. If he saw more, he would always find something wrong.

"What time is it? Why don't you go to bed?" Mu Ziqin upstairs heard the news and went downstairs to have a look, but he saw Wan Yi Shao's face full of spirit, brow locked, drinking coffee while watching TV.

"Why did you get up? Did I wake you up too loud? "