Just because Yun Qiao's face is a little pretty, younger, and looks a little poor, when she is working, the male bosses look at her much more obscene.

Although her female colleague who looks ordinary and has a relatively experienced age can work normally, she is worried that her boss suddenly reaches out to touch her butt.

Some people even publicly joked about her with disgusting colors during working hours, or teased her clothes in public and blocked her in the bathroom.

Why?

Why should young, beautiful and poor girls suffer such discrimination? Encounter with such scum?

Does everyone think that they are naturally easy to bully and should sell them?

Yun Qiao clenched his small palm tightly, not wanting to argue with the landlord's fat wife.

Who made her owe to others rent? After all, she was incompetent, she was wrong, she owed them.

Why bother to compete with others for a while?

"Okay, I'll move away. But you have to let me in and clean up my stuff, right?"

"I've thrown out your worthless rags! If you want to find them, go and flip through the trash can by yourself!"

"you--!"

A second ago, Yun Qiao felt that she owed the landlord’s wife, so she should endure it and not have any conflicts with the other party.

At this moment, she almost overturned the idea and wanted to fuck this fat woman.

But she was even more nervous about another thing.

"Where is my photo?!"

"What photo? Haha, the photo of the wild man hidden under your pillow? He looks good, isn't he a little white-faced?"

"He is not-what you said!" Yun Qiao's eyes turned red, "Please respect the deceased!"

The soft little face immediately became a little sharper.

The landlord’s wife frowned: “Get out of here and get away with your photos of dead people!”

Yun Qiao was next to the garbage truck at the entrance of the street and rummaged for a long time.

Finally, I flipped over the small purse.

The purse was stained by rotten vegetable leaves, but fortunately, the photo inside was still there, and the boy's hearty smile seemed to come from another world, illuminating Yun Qiao's face.

She smiled faintly.

Tears oozed out of the corners of my eyes as I smiled.

She did not firmly grasp the freedom of fate, but instead was strangled by the cruel fate.

Almost lost in anger.

"Living is really hard, otherwise I'll go to heaven to find you..." she murmured to herself.

Behind him, a stern male voice came: "You are Yun Qiao?"

Yun Qiao, who was immersed in grief, was stunned for a moment.

He quickly wiped his tears and turned around.

Her tears never like to show them in front of others.

Just like when she met Gu Qiqi and Xiao Ning in the cafe, she didn't want her friends to see her miserable side.

What kind of pain is there, I swallow it with tears!

Yun Qiao turned around and took advantage of the dim light of the street lights and found that the man who called her was a secretary and a serious suit.

"It's me, is there anything wrong?"

"Miss Yun should be a smart person. I hope you can completely forget the incident that happened to you and my boss in the Empire State Building tonight. If you can forget it as soon as possible, this check will belong to you."

A big check, one on top, and many zeros.

"I don't know your boss!" Yun Qiao frowned, but the next second, she suddenly reacted.

The boss this person mentioned may be the powerful bastard man who pulled her into the hotel presidential suite this afternoon!

She just sent coffee to the wrong room. She was wrong, but the man couldn't drag her to the bed as soon as he opened the door...

So... now this man thought she came out to sell it and paid her?
Chapter completed!