Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

The haggard middle-aged woman shrank her neck as she questioned her, but when she thought of her frightened son, her heart hardened again, "I didn't mean it, I just saw your brother's appearance and I was too anxious. So. only……"

"That's why I ran to my place of work and chased me for money? Did you know that a distinguished guest was staying in the hotel these few days? The manager said, if anyone makes a mistake at this time and offends this guest, he You don’t need to stay here to work anymore. At this time, you still ran to my working place to make trouble. Are you trying to force me to death?" Qiao Yimo really couldn’t bear it anymore, "I said, what’s the matter? When I get off work, call me and tell me you still have to run over."

"I told you on the phone last night, why are you reluctant to help your brother? I couldn't help but ran to your place of work. If you agreed to help on the phone, I would not come. Up."

  How rascal and rascal is to say this, but she still said it for granted, as if it was really her own fault.

  Qiao Yimo's chest seemed to be blocked by a large rock, and every breath he took in his lungs, it was uncomfortable tearing. She squeezed her hand on her side, exhaled, and said blankly, "I only have 30,000, and I will call you after get off work. The remaining 70,000, let my brother take care of it."

  Hearing that she was willing to give money, the middle-aged woman's eyes lit up suddenly, and when she heard the number she said, her newly lit eyes became dissatisfied, "...only thirty thousand?"

  What she meant was obviously dissatisfied that Qiao Yimo only gave out 30,000. It was just because she was asking for help, so she didn't say it loudly.

Qiao Yimo was so angry that she didn’t even want to say anything. Except for the numbness on her face, there was only numbness left on her face. No need to work."

The middle-aged woman was pulled by her, her haggard face showed anxiety, she took her hand and refused to go, and said cautiously, "Yimo, you must be more than 30,000 yuan in your hand, so please help your brother. , This time, the last time. You can pay back the 100,000 yuan for your brother."

  If the person in front of her is her own biological mother and described as haggard, Qiao Yimo really wants to question her if she picked it up from the trash can. She took a deep breath, tried to suppress her temper, and said, "I'm just an ordinary office worker, how much do you think I can have in a month? I still have to give you more than half a month, myself I need to rent a house and live. Let me tell you clearly. I only have 40,000 yuan in my hand. I want to keep 10,000 yuan to pay the rent, and I will give you the rest. If my brother feels that there is less, he can don’t."

  "I don’t think it’s less, no, why are you only 40,000 yuan? Isn’t your salary very high? Don’t you usually have to do part-time jobs to earn extra money? Yimo, would you lie to me?"

  Working in a seven-star hotel, how can the salary be low. Her salary is not low, but she can't stand to support so many people, she has no money.

  Qiao Yimo repeated mechanically, "I only have 30,000, do you want? Don’t forget it. Now I’m at work, don’t interrupt my work anymore. I'll talk about it when I go back any night."

   "I'm afraid you won't answer my call at night..." the middle-aged woman whispered, and immediately said again, "It's not that mom doesn't believe you, mom is just worried about your brother."