Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng didn't refuse and gave it to Yan's father to carry.

Father Yan was already prepared to be rejected. They wanted to get her schoolbag before, but she refused...

When Father Yan got the thing in Chu Zheng's hand, his whole body seemed to be suddenly injected with some vitality, and his old face became energetic.

"Sit...sit...I bought a new chair today. It's not dirty." Father Yan pointed to the chair in the room.

When Chuzheng saw that the food was already on the table, she didn't refuse. She put her new pants in her pocket and sat down happily.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Bring the chicken soup quickly."

"Why."

The biological parents of the original owner have been cautious since the original owner returned.

Of course, they were not bad at that in the past. As long as they could do their best, they would always respond to requests.

Yan's father carried all Chuzheng's things into her room. When he came out, Yan's mother brought the chicken soup.

There wasn't much chicken soup. I probably only bought half of it. When it came up, I gave the chicken legs to Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng was never picky about what to eat. She glanced at the person opposite, lowered her head and started eating.

Seeing her eating, both Yan's father and Yan's mother breathed a sigh of relief.

-

At night, Chuzheng changed the things on the bed and took out other daily necessities and put them away.

She glanced at the untouched things beside her, carried them out, and gave them to Father Yan in the living room.

Her face was cold and indifferent: "I bought too much for you to use."

"No, no need..." Father Yan waved his hand: "You keep it, you keep it for use, we don't..."

"Take it."

Father Yan froze and took it tremblingly for a while.

"Put it on, I'll come and see you tomorrow." Chuzheng said this and returned to her room.

Father Yan: "..."

Father Yan didn't even know what Chuzheng bought, but he knew that he had never touched such comfortable sheets in his life.

"Do you really want to change it? It will cost a lot of money..."

"She said she would come to see her tomorrow..." Father Yan hesitated and finally said, "Let's change."

The two of them quietly took off the bed sheets and quilt covers.

Although the house was dilapidated, the sound insulation was pretty good. Chuzheng was lying on the brand-new bed, playing with the cell phone that had been turned off for two days by the original owner.

There was a message on the phone from the original owner’s classmate, asking why she didn’t go to school.

With such a big incident happening, how could the original owner be in the mood to go to school.

Her classmates at school probably didn't know about this yet, they just thought she had something to do and didn't go to school.

but……

It won't be long before the person she swaps with will spread the word.

Chuzheng finished playing with her cell phone and lay down to get ready for bed, but...

There are so many cockroaches.

There must be a cockroach nest here!

The shadow of the original owner is not without reason! !

Chuzheng sat up, and the silver thread came out of her wrist and stretched out to catch cockroaches.

Yinxian probably never thought that he would use it like this one day. He caught the cockroaches very fast and hard. When it returned to Chuzheng's wrist, not a single cockroach was gone.

Chuzheng touched her wrist and lay back contentedly.

sleep!

-

Chuzheng said she wanted to see it, so she put it in her pocket early the next morning and walked to the door to have a look.

Yan's mother came out of the kitchen and saw Chu Zheng looking into the room.

"Breakfast is ready, would you like some?"

Chuzheng turned around as if nothing had happened and took the steamed buns on the table.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Yan's mother looked visibly relieved.

They had just brought him back, and they didn't know what the child's temperament was, so Chuzheng had a cold face, and neither Yan's father nor Yan's mother felt anything was wrong.

Yan's father went out early in the morning, and Yan's mother had to go out to work after dinner.

Chuzheng wanted to stay at home, but text messages kept coming in on her phone, and her classmate asked her why she didn't go to class yet.

Chuzheng packed up and went out with her schoolbag.

At this time, most people have gone out, going to work and going to school, and the doors of every house are closed.

Just when Chuzheng went down to the second floor, the door of the house closest to the stairs suddenly opened, and the old man was pushed out, almost hitting Chuzheng.

Chuzheng immediately returned to the upper level.

Following the old man came out a boy about 17 or 18 years old. He raised his foot and kicked the old man.

The old man failed to stand firm and fell directly to the ground.

The boy did not let go of the old man, and continued to kick him with all his strength, as if the man in front of him had a deep hatred for him.

"I want you to mind your own business, why don't you die!"

"Where's the money? Where did you put it?"

The boy looked very thin, his clothes seemed to be hanging on him, his face was not very good, and there was a very rich gray under his eyes.

He kicked and cursed at the same time, and the old man was kicked until he could not speak.

Chuzheng weighed her schoolbag and suddenly threw it towards the boy.

The schoolbag hit the boy's arm, interrupting his movements. He looked up and saw the person standing on the stairs.

The girl was carrying a pale pink schoolbag and stood tall and graceful in the gray stairwell. Her eyes were cold and cold, exuding a faint indifference and alienation, which was incompatible with this building.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then got angry: "Who are you trying to ride on?"

The boy responded with a kick. The boy was unprepared and was kicked straight into the balcony behind him.

"Grass!"

The boy cursed angrily and rushed towards Chu Zheng.

The two of them had sex in the narrow stairwell. The boy was no match for Chu Zheng, and he was pushed to the ground and rubbed against him after a few strokes.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting!!" The old man suddenly rushed over, protected the boy in his arms, and glared at Chuzheng: "Where did you get this little girl picture? Who asked you to hit my grandson?"

Chuzheng: "??"

What the hell? !

Is it my fault again? !

The old man didn't care at all about being beaten by his grandson just now, with a look of concern on his face: "Qiangqiang, are you okay?"

Qiangqiang was so painful that he couldn't speak.

"Whose family do you belong to...stop, you are not allowed to leave!!"

Chuzheng took a few steps downstairs, putting aside the sounds behind her.

"You saw it, you bastard. It's not that I don't want to be a socialist successor, but reality doesn't allow it."

Who are you riding on a horse?

Did she help or was it her fault?

Okay, it's all her fault!

If it weren't for the good guys, the devil would be meddling!

【……】

Wang Zhehao didn't want to talk.

-

When Chuzheng arrived at school, class had already started.

However, the original owner had asked for leave before, so the guard let her in.

Chuzheng did not enter the class during class, but waited until get out of class was over before slowly walking into the classroom with her schoolbag.

"Chuchu."

Her deskmate He Shan saw her and came over immediately.

"What did you do, take so many days off?"

Chuzheng hung her schoolbag on the chair: "I didn't do anything."

He Shan frowned: "Chuchu, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?"

He Shan and the original owner were classmates in junior high school, and she knew the original owner very well. Chu Zheng had a cold face at this moment, and she would definitely notice that something was wrong.

"No."

He Shan: "..."

Your face is almost frozen, but you still say you are not unhappy? !