President’s Contract Wife

Hearing his father's name, Mu Zixi's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she turned her head in astonishment to look at the man with his back facing him, "You, how did you know..." How did he know her father? Do you know so detailed? Does he know them?

"Of course I know, a woman who owes me fifty thousand dollars, do you think I will let her go if I don't find out her details?" He turned around mockingly, facing her, obviously as handsome as a breeze, superbly crafted But her face is so evil, the coldness in her eyes is full, leaving no room for her.

Why would she mess with such a man? Her face turned pale, and finally took a deep breath and summoned the courage to say to him: "Sorry, I remember, I don't owe you anymore." Therefore, he was not qualified to call her a prostitute.

"Oh? Really? But, I really want to know how long your father’s chemotherapy costs more than 4,000 yuan a day, and how long can you spend 100,000 yuan. Mu Zixi, you are just a college student. You use your spare time to work part-time every month. But it's less than a thousand yuan. Next time, how are you going to raise money for your father? In this way, do you have to go out and sell it every day." He spit out the cigar again leisurely.

But it easily shattered Mu Zixi's hope. Yes, she almost forgot how much money her father needs, even if she is desperate to eat, drink or sleep, how much money can she make.

Sell.

So decisive, so cruel words, she wants to sell herself as an item, betrayed repeatedly? Money, how far is it going to push her.

"No, I forgot. You don't even have the conditions to sell, and you need a place to sell yourself. If you sell in such a house, it costs tens of dollars at a time. Maybe then, you can sell without eating or sleeping. , I can't make a thousand yuan a day, right?" Cheng Haotian said while mocking the empty old house. Endless contempt like that.

Mu Zixi squeezed her palm tightly, her nails almost sinking into the flesh. The body was stiff and trembling slightly. Is he implying that she has just endured so much that it is only worth tens of dollars? How could he be so cruel. How far is she going to trample on her self-esteem?

She bit her lower lip and stared at Cheng Haotian, her eyes were full of unyielding, but her whole body was shaking with endurance. Pain, it was a kind of heart-piercing pain. She was such a strong person, but he was as cruel as a dissecting doctor, using a lancet to cut off her self-esteem piece by piece.

"Even if there is a place, I have said that your current technology is not worth a thousand yuan." Cheng Haotian eroded her heart step by step like a wolf, making her lips purple.

He was so evil, but he stood there spotlessly, full of evil charm, but with the face of an angel. He stood there as if there was an insurmountable gap between them, which made her feel even more insignificant.

"However, I have a good idea. It's better than you sell everywhere. People are as good as possible." He, high above, looking at him condescendingly, so arrogant and contemptuous of her existence, as if he had already taken the world Stepped underfoot.

She only felt that her smallness seemed to be able to take away her self-esteem time and time again. But she wanted to know what his method was. If there was a glimmer of hope, she would do anything.

"Rather than selling it everywhere, let me take care of you, how about it?" As he spoke, he had already dropped half a cigar coolly, stepped under his feet, and smashed it, as if crushed together with everything she had, leaving her without The road can be retreated.

Do not! She doesn't want it! This man is simply a devil! It is absolutely impossible for her to be kept by him! What's more, the maintenance is also selling oneself! She don't want to live without self-esteem! She wants to live upright! Not a **** who lives by selling! Her lower lip was bitten by her again, and the bloodstains were connected in a line, so shocking, but so eye-catching, proving her unyielding.

And Cheng Haotian felt that he was crazy, so he said this. His mistress is already a big truck, and he doesn't need this malnourished young girl, maybe, because she has a similar face with someone, he hasn't played enough...

He was on a whim, but it was his reward and kindness to her. She was the first to be the one he invited to support her... But she was worth it, because she had an expression that those women who worshipped money did not have. Let him watch and want to destroy her impulse again and again.

"I refuse!" She couldn't bear to squeeze her fists and yelled at him, her body trembling with intense anger, like a flower that didn't want to bend in the face of wind and rain. She stared at him! In the end, she turned and ran upstairs when she couldn't help the tears that were about to flow.

Cheng Haotian's eyes turned dark and terrible at the moment she turned and fled, like a gloomy ancient well, feeling irritable as if she wanted to kill people at Mu Zixi's ignorance.

"Mu Zixi, you have a kind, but you will definitely find me." The man's voice echoed in the corridor like a ghostly curse, echoes overlapped one after another, piercing deeply into her heart. Do not! She must never be someone else's mistress! I will never be a prostitute again! Even if you die! I would not do it like this! Tears, freely and freely, but endlessly telling her pain and sadness...