Refusing to marry the rich family

Winery.

"Here is 50 million." An Qinghuan shook the leather box in her hand. Huo Qingge stretched out her hand to pick it up, and she shrank back again.

"What do you mean? Want to go back?" Huo Qingge frowned at her.

"It's only $50 million. I'm not going to go back on my word. I just want to know what you're going to do with the money."

"No comment."

"If you don't give a good reason, I won't give you the money."

"It seems that you made up your mind to embarrass me?" Huo Qingge's eyebrows were slightly raised. "OK, why? I have to pay tuition for my brother."

"What school's tuition cost 50 million?" An Qinghuan frowned and said, "little girl, I advise you not to cheat me. What I hate most is being cheated."

"What a coincidence. I also hate cheating. In order not to annoy you and me, I think you'd better give me the money directly. We won't owe each other later."

"I'd like to give it to you, but if you do something stupid with this money, how can I tell your parents?" An Qinghuan hesitated.

"I took the money. What does it have to do with them? Besides, if you don't tell me, who will know that you gave the money?"

"That makes sense." An Qinghuan raised his hand and threw the box into Huo Qingge's arms. "Take the money and don't appear in front of me again. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I will drown you in wine."

"It's not certain who drowned." Huo Qingge picked up the box, turned and left.

"This bear boy, I don't even have a thank you."

"Why do you have to help her?" Jingyu came over and looked at her.

"She's right. I owe Bai Ge a life. Isn't it worth 50 million to buy me a life?" An Qinghuan glanced at him, and the bangs on her forehead dropped naturally, adding a bit of tenderness to her.

Jingyu was moved. She came to hold her and said softly, "you've become more and more beautiful recently."

"What do you mean? Wasn't I beautiful before?" An Qinghuan was obviously unhappy at this.

"Beauty, but before, your beauty was cold, making people want to be close to and away from. Now you are full of the tenderness of a mature woman, which makes people can't stop."

"Want to know why?" An Qinghuan turned to face him.

"Well?" Jingyu gently brushed the hair in front of her.

"I'm pregnant."

After a long time, Jingyu found his voice.

"Is it... Mine?"

An Qinghuan heard the speech and slapped him directly.

"Asshole! It's not yours. Did I make it with the air?"

Jingyu covered his sore cheek and suddenly smiled.

He finally had the crystallization with her

……

On the other hand, Huo Qingge went directly to Huo Shiyu's school with 50 million cash, paid the tuition for three years, and went to the black market with the rest of the money.

As the largest black trading market, the black market has people from all countries. Here you can get anything you want, including identity, green card and even people.

Huo Qingge, as a rare yellow person here, was watched by many people along the way. Some brave people whistled directly at her, but she ignored the past.

At the end of the black market sat a group of men. There was smoke, noisy male voices and mixed body odor everywhere.

Huo Qingge went straight to the head man and threw a cloth bag on the table.

The man looked up at her, reached for the cloth bag, saw a pile of green bills inside, and quietly handed the bag to his men next to him.

"Come on, what do you want?" The man spoke fluent English.

Huo Qingge spread out the prepared world map and pointed to the red rooster plate, "I'm going here. My new identity is unknown to anyone."

"Do you want to smuggle?"

"I suggest you put it another way, for example, go home?"

"What have you done?" The man opened the door to the mountain road.

"I heard it's only responsible for trading here, but ask the identity of the buyer. What? Do you want to break the rules?"

"I set the rules. My words are the rules." The man's beard moved and looked at her. "There are only two kinds of people who buy identity here, one is the dead, and the other is the people who linger between life and death."

"Do the dead still need identity?" Huo Qingge raised his eyebrows.

"The dead also need to return to their hometown. What identity do I give you to decide whether you can return to your hometown."

"Then I am the third kind of person."

"Oh? That's interesting. Tell me about it?"

"Have you heard of the God of wealth?"

The man shook his head in doubt. Huo Qingge hooked his lips and smiled. He took out another cloth bag from his pocket and pushed it in front of the man.

The man looked at the white bill, his face changed, and then snapped his fingers. Another man came over and they whispered a few words. In less than ten minutes, the man handed Huo Qingge a pass and a green ticket.

"At eight o'clock tonight, someone will pick you up at Puli pier."

"Thank you." Huo Qingge put away his things and turned away.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening, Huo Qingge arrived at the wharf on time. A cargo ship docked on the shore, and several sailors were carrying things below.

After she waited for a while, a fat man in a cap came up and said to her, "Kelly?"

Kelly was the identity Huo Qingge bought on the black market. She nodded and handed over the ticket directly.

The fat man looked at the ID card, hooked her and motioned for her to follow.

The man took her all the way to the bottom of the cargo ship. The whole space was only two square meters.

"Right here?!" Huo Qingge looked at the small space in front of him.

"Either go in or get off the ship."

"No, I'm in, I'm in." Huo Qingge walked into the door with a smile. The fat man didn't look at her and walked away with a beer belly.

"Bah! What's your look? Fat man, you see how to deal with you when I get off the boat!" Huo Qingge threw out his tongue at his back, threw the box in his hand, squatted on the ground and shrunk into a ball.

She took out the picture in her pocket and looked at the picture of a family of four above. A layer of water mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes until her tears stopped flowing. Then she sucked her nose and looked at the small window with only a few centimeters.

Dad, mom. You must wait for me.

……

Domestic, prison.

"I want to see my husband!" Bai Ge beat the prison door hard and shouted outside.

Bang. The policeman hit the door with a stick and the sound spread all over the corridor.

"I want to see my lawyer at once! You can't imprison me here!" The corridor echoed with the shouts of white songs, again and again, and the response to her was the sound of a stick that told her to shut up at that time.

"Please... Let me call my husband." Bai GE's voice became weaker. She fell to the ground, and her hand still patted the prison door and refused to give up.

"Patter -" the lock of the prison door suddenly opened.