Kiss You, Sweetheart

Demi was flustered and gripped her purse strap tightly with her fingers. This is just a very common bag, which costs dozens of yuan. Since her debut, the bags she carries are tens of thousands.

She tightened the belt, released her hand, raised her wrist, looked at her watch and said, "Mom, you accompany dad. I went to night school."

"Amy." Li Xin cried heartily, "don't work too hard."

"No way." Demi smiles, nods to Zheng Baogang and turns to leave the ward.

Her back, very straight, but a step out of the door of the ward, she suddenly leaned against the cold wall, some collapse.

Where can she find the medical expenses of more than 10000 yuan?

Demi leaned against the wall for a while, slowed down, walked slowly, and walked to the elevator step by step.

She held a night school, every day after work, have to go to class. Since she was eight years old, she has been training in XF organization, and her studies are basically wasted.

At that time, what they learned was only the means to seduce men, some communication skills, some basic knowledge, and some foreign languages, which they learned to use when they were pretending to be celebrities.

But the academic qualifications in the workplace, she is nothing.

Now, she is completely divorced from the past and integrated into the society. Without a diploma, she can't even find a better job. Only by getting a diploma can she make more money and improve her family's plight.

Li Xin suggested that she study finance. She said that this is a career suitable for women. The older she is, the more fragrant she is. Unlike other professions, she likes young girls.

Demi followed her advice.

Who ever thought that the once famous international thief would change his mind to be the most versatile accountant and lead the most common life.

Ten minutes before class, Demi hesitated at the school gate. With a mobile phone in hand, I turn it on and put it down.

Seeing the students enter the school gate, Demi finally dials a phone.

"Amy." A gentle bass, mellow like the bass of a cello.

"Brother chun." Demi let out a cry, but it sounded like she wanted to talk.

Hearing this, Huo Chun asked, "what happened?"

Demi breathed a sigh in her heart. Even Huo Chun knew that only when something happened would she go to him.

"Nothing..." Demi thought for a moment and said, "wait, can you come and pick me up? Let's go to supper together. "

"Good." Huo Chun readily agreed without hesitation.

Demi hung up her cell phone with a low expression on her face.

"Sister Amy, it's time for class." When a classmate passed by, he called her.

With a smile, Demi lifted her shoulder belt and walked into the school gate. She's an older student at night school. Fortunately, she is beautiful and has good skin. No one can tell her age.

The three hour course will soon pass.

At the school gate, there is Huo Chun's BMW. He was leaning against the front of the car, smoking. He was wearing tight clothes and trousers, a pair of fashionable white frame glasses on his face, fashionable hairstyle, open neckline and a silver chain with personality.

Wearing a totem ring on your finger, you can see that you are not in the fashion industry or in the entertainment industry.

When he saw Demi come out, he pushed the glasses on his face, threw the cigarette end on the ground and gently ground it out with his toes.

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thank you so much for your love, MEDA! I hope you will like the story of Demi Zhixin!