The night was long, and Su Mingzhe had no intention of sleeping.

However, sometimes the phoenix candle burns out, and the luan's cry eventually dries up.

Li Youyou had never learned martial arts. After letting the man enjoy himself several times, she couldn't stand it anymore and finally chose to show off.

After getting out of bed and going to the bathroom to clean up, Su Mingzhe said to the bed:

"I really have something to do tomorrow, so I'll leave first."

He didn't hear Li Youyou's response, and Su Mingzhe didn't go out of his way to wake her up.

Just before leaving, he put a stack of red tickets on the bedside and then left.

The sound of the door opening.

The sound of a door closing.

Li Youyou, who had been sleeping soundly for a long time, didn't even wake up.

Su Mingzhe went directly downstairs and drove home.

On the way home, I looked at the dim lights on the roadside and the trucks and trucks that appeared on the road from time to time.

Looking at these trucks that would never appear in the city center during the day, Su Mingzhe suddenly remembered a magazine essay he read as a child, "Harvard is brightly lit at four in the morning."

Although everyone later knew that the essay was a piece of fiction.

However, based on this rumor, many chicken soup articles were circulated on the Internet.

For example, a certain boss said that he worked sixteen or seventeen hours a day, didn't go to bed until one or two in the morning at night, and got up at six o'clock the next morning.

Originally, Su Mingzhe thought it was a chicken soup article.

However, after I got rich, I suddenly realized that this was not a chicken soup article. It was clearly a show-off article.

Ordinary people stay up until two or three in the morning, probably driving trucks to make money to support their families.

But those bosses who stay up until one or two in the morning are definitely not working.

Thoughts wander.

After concentrating again, Su Mingzhe had already driven back to the Second Ring Road community.

As soon as he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Zhang Pan, who was curled up and asleep on the sofa.

I looked at my watch, it was two thirty in the morning.

It's already this time, and Su Mingzhe doesn't have the time to train the nanny.

He walked over, reached out and patted the babysitter on the shoulder, woke her up and asked her to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

After Zhang Pan was woken up, he looked a little confused, but when he saw his employer standing next to him, he immediately got down from the sofa in a panic and even dutifully asked:

"Sir, would you like some tea to relieve your hangover?"

"I didn't drink, what's the point of drinking?"

Seeing that the nanny was still a little confused, Su Mingzhe didn't talk to her anymore and said directly:

"Don't worry about me, you can go back to the bedroom and sleep. From now on, I won't come back after ten o'clock at night, so just go to sleep by yourself and don't worry about me."

After emphasizing the key points, Su Mingzhe went back to the master bedroom to rest.

the next day.

It's a very ordinary morning in this world.

However, when Li Youyou woke up, she didn't find the man beside her. Instead, she saw a stack of red tickets on the bedside.

At this moment, she seemed to be frozen and sealed. Her mind went blank at first, and then she felt that she had been humiliated in all aspects, from body to soul.

Did that bastard last night think of himself as a prostitute?

He must be thinking of himself as a prostitute!

Li Youyou was so excited that her breathing began to quicken, her face turned red, her blood surged, and she looked around blankly, but she couldn't find a target to vent her anger on!

...Emotions at this moment are like a ball of gunpowder, igniting instantly!

Excited!

anger!

shame!

Even resentment!

Li Youyou's face even showed a distorted expression.

The fact that she can make money as a 'marriage trustee' shows how low her moral bottom line is.

However, although her moral bottom line is low, this does not become a reason for others to insult her!

In anger, Li Youyou found her cell phone and dialed the number she just noted down yesterday.

However, before the call was connected, Li Youyou remembered something and hung up again.

A pair of Kazilan's big eyes turned around on the stack of red tickets, and an inexplicable impulse made her reach out and check the number of red tickets.

Six thousand yuan, no more, no less.

Li Youyou looked at the thick stack of red tickets and had an idea in her heart:

"This bastard, you can pay this much for sleeping with a woman once. Add in the 3,000 yuan for yesterday's meal, it's nearly 10,000 yuan. Spending money so generously means that you are either a second generation rich or a second generation disgrace!"

"Asshole, I'm not that cheap!"

Li Youyou has a lot of experience in being able to mingle in the 'trust world'.

She dated her first love for five years, but they broke up with her when she was a freshman in college.

Some people will choose to be autistic after falling out of love.

And some people will choose to let themselves go.

During the following three years of college, Li Youyou dated two more formal boyfriends and cultivated more than a dozen spares.

It was the gifts given to Li Youyou by these two boyfriends and a dozen spare tires that made her enter the well-off level ahead of schedule.

After graduating from college, Li Youyou even started a part-time marriage agency, earning easily over 10,000 yuan a month.

With such rich life experience, Li Youyou thought that she would never fall into the whirlpool of men again in her life.

As a result, Su Mingzhe let her know yesterday that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the world.

After just a few hours of getting along, Su Mingzhe conquered her, the kind that conquered her whole body and soul.

Of course, to be conquered is to be conquered.

The stack of red tickets on the bedside still made her feel humiliated.

Two hugely different feelings appeared in my mind at the same time, which seemed somewhat contradictory.

However, this contradiction is like the words "Smoking is harmful to health" on the cigarette package.

It’s a contradiction, but it does exist.

After getting up, Li Youyou dressed up casually and went to the property management company. She made an excuse, saying that she felt that the decoration in the community was disturbing the residents, and asked the households in the community what building numbers and units were being renovated.

This information is inherently semi-public.

The property will not be hidden, and everything will be told in a comprehensive manner.

Only six households in the entire community are currently being renovated.

Li Youyou reported Su Mingzhe's name again, and easily knew which building and room Su Mingzhe's house was.

"Building No. 12, Unit 2, 402."

"It seems that Building No. 12 is full of flat-floor apartments. When I bought a house last year, the price of a flat-floor apartment seemed to be ten thousand, thirty-four per square meter. But that was the lowest point. This year, house prices began to skyrocket, and now they have risen to

It’s 20,000. His large flat should have more than 300 square meters, which is six to seven million. Including the car he drove last night - the big G is at least more than one million, which is a net worth of 10 million. Look.

If you don’t come out, you’ll still be quite rich…”

...Li Youyou is a pragmatic woman. After asking for the information she wanted, she immediately returned home, lay down on the bed again, prepared her emotions, and then took out her mobile phone and started to call Su Mingzhe.

Su Mingzhe, who was receiving attentive service from the nanny, looked at the incoming call on his phone and directly chose to mute it.

The bell rang for a while, and then there was no movement.

Zhang Pan was sitting on the man's waist and was rubbing the man's shoulders vigorously. He didn't dare to say anything when he saw this.

Su Mingzhe's muscles are particularly strong, and Zhang Pan needs to use his strength to make the man feel something.

Of course, Su Mingzhe didn't pay attention to how hard Zhang Pan used his hands. He focused on other parts.

Zhang Pan seems to have no extra clothes. Today she is still wearing yesterday's plaid shirt and jeans.

Su Mingzhe also pushed further and began to imagine in his mind what it would be like for Zhang Pan to put on a pleated skirt and delicate stockings and serve him.

After a while, the massage service ended.

Su Mingzhe looked at Zhang Pan who was dripping with sweat, and thoughtfully asked her to take a bath, change clothes, and prepare to take her to a nearby supermarket later.
To be continued...