He Mijia withdrew her gaze that fell outside the window and looked at Bai Mo beside her. A trace of fear flashed in her eyes unconsciously, and she said with trepidation: "The things at home are gone, are you going to buy some more?"

Bai Mo sneered. The thing He Mijia was referring to was the drugs she was thinking about. Bai Mo glanced at He Mijia. Now He Mijia no longer looked as beautiful and charming as before, and was tortured by drugs.

Bai Mo has become increasingly unable to remember why he fell in love with the woman in front of him, but now he feels bored in his heart.

"He Mijia, my money is not blown by the strong wind. If you ruin it like this, how can I serve you?" Bai Mo said slowly, turned his head away, and was too lazy to look at He Mijia.

He Mijia's expression changed and he hurriedly grabbed Bai Mo's wrist, "I have done everything you asked me to do, I have wiped the floor at home, and I have washed your clothes. You can't help but buy something for me!"

Bai Mo glanced at her, raised his hand slightly, and there was a sarcastic sarcasm between his eyebrows and eyes, "Oh, He Mijia, I didn't force you to those things, but you are asking me for compensation now!"

He Mijia's expression changed drastically. She might not be satisfied when she wanted to get addicted. Her eyes were slightly red and she stared at Bai Mo, "Bai Mo, your money belongs to my He family, you..."

Bai Mo reached out and held He Mijia's chin without leaving any effort, "I deserve my money. I have been making a cow and horse for your He family for so many years. I think this little money is still missing! He Mijia, you'd better remember this!"

"parking!"

The taxi stopped by the roadside, Bai Mo pulled his hand back, rubbed his clothes with some disgust, and then pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He Mijia's expression suddenly changed, "Bai Mo, what should I do if you leave like this?"

Concerned about the taxi driver being there, He Mijia lowered her voice: "What should I do if I... am addicted to doing things and have nothing to do?"

Bai Mo looked at him sarcastically, "He Mijia, I'll repeat to you again. My money was not blown by the strong wind. Do you want to take drugs? Go and make money by yourself!"

Bai Mo's gaze stopped on He Mijia for a moment, chuckled and just left.

Of course, He Mijia is not as good as she has dressed up before, but she still has some beauty and figure, and is still a decent person.

He Mijia's face turned black, and as she watched Bai Mo walk over again, her eyes suddenly lit up.

But Bai Mo just took out a red bill from his pocket and threw it on her, "Travel fare!"

After saying that, Bai Mo didn't even look at her and left quickly.

He Mijia lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on the red bill, and she unconsciously clenched her hands.

Bai Mo has been more perfunctory to her recently. He Mijia is not stupid. Seeing the kiss marks on Bai Mo's body and other things that belong to women, why is it unclear? Bai Mo has gone to find a woman.

He Mijia lowered her eyes, and knew a fact very well in her heart. If this continues, one day, Bai Mo will be thrown aside.

But why! Even if she is unforgivable, Bai Mo's hands are not clean. Why is she so miserable? Bai Mo can live a free life with her He family's money!

He Mijia's eyes were covered with a thick layer of haze, and she was already hated by Bai Mo.

It's better for her to start first...

The driver turned his head and looked at her, and his eyes stopped slightly on her for a while, "Miss, can you still leave?"

The lady who came out of the driver said had an ambiguous meaning. This title is for socialites in the romantic field!

He Mijia looked up at her, "Go forward!"

When he arrived at the place, the driver licked the corner of his mouth, and the drooling look in his eyes almost overflowed, "Your man just left you and left, so he probably won't come back now!"

He Mijia frowned slightly, and she seemed to be on the verge of recreation. She pursed her lips and said coldly and disgustedly: "Stop meddling in other people's business!"

After looking at the 58 yuan displayed on the pricing table, He Mijia handed over the money. The driver reached out to pick it up, but he deliberately touched her hand. He Mijia's whole body was filled with goose bumps, and she was only addicted to her head. She just wanted to hide at home, so she forced herself to endure it.

The driver asked He Mijia to send the change. Seeing her pushing the car door open and going down, she couldn't help but say, "How about I give the money and sleep with me?"

He Mijia directly glared at him fiercely, "Get out!"

The driver put down the window, "Two hundred, no, how about three hundred? You are not a virgin anyway, you will make three hundred, and you won't suffer any loss if you sleep!"

He Mijia's face was dark, three hundred. When did He Mijia be worth such a price in the eyes of others?

However, He Mijia's heart became more and more hot, three hundred yuan, enough for her to take a breath.

Finally, when he was about to go up the stairs, He Mijia stopped, walked towards the driver, spread his hands with a cold face, "Give me the money first!"

The driver's eyes lit up, and his eyes were greedily stuck to He Mijia. He pushed open the car door and stuffed three red bills into her hand, and then took the person directly into his arms.

He Mijia was held in her arms by an old fat man in her forties. She froze all over and subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but she remembered the three hundred pieces of her hand. Finally, the raised hand froze in the air and fell back.

Everything was lonely, He Mijia lay on the bed, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

Just so happened that Su Wange's face was swept by the TV. She paused and stared at Su Wange on the TV.

The host praised her without hesitation and wished to use all the gorgeous words.

"… At the 1evi design exhibition, Su Wange's design took away the attention of everyone present with an absolute dark horse attitude. After the design exhibition, the local news media also commented on Su Wange's design and gave a high evaluation. This is also the first time that a designer belongs to our country has obtained this internationally..."

He Mijia curled the corner of her mouth. If Su Wange was still alive, her designs were famous internationally, which would be a good thing to add icing on the cake.

But now Su Wange is gone now. No matter how high the honor is, she does not have the right to enjoy it. Thinking about it this way, Su Wange is not much better than her.

Su Wange has not always wanted her design to be recognized internationally, but she has been recognized now, but she never had the opportunity to see it with her own hands!

He Mijia couldn't help laughing, with a faint sense of madness in her eyes, and she muttered to herself: "It's so good to die!"

Thinking that Su Wange was buried in the sea and died without a complete body, He Mijia couldn't help but raise his laughter again and again.

He Mijia's body twitched suddenly, turned over and got out of the bed without any image, found the remaining little things from the drawer, sucked in with a big mouthful, and then got a moment of peace and joy.

After a while, reason gradually returned to its original state. The corners of He Mijia's mouth curled up slightly. Bai Mo never avoided her. Perhaps he thought that He Mijia was not threatening to her, so He Mijia knew Bai Mo's account and password.

If Bai Mo is dead, then isn’t the money on this card only enjoyable by her?

The more excited the brain became, the more He Mijia's eyes brightened, and the more she felt that it was an extremely wonderful idea to let Bai Mo die. She couldn't wait, as if she had seen Bai Mo's miserable death!

...

Three days later, a murder news appeared in the local newspaper, but the sensation caused was not much, which was to occupy a small corner of the newspaper.

Song Xiaojun looked at the newspaper, knocked on the office door and walked in.

Gu Moxuan glanced at him indifferently, Song Xiaojun tightened his scalp, quickened his pace and walked over, putting the newspaper on his desk.

"President, He Mijia has taken action against Bai Mo, Bai Mo..." Song Xiaojun shrugged, not wanting to say much. He Mijia's heart is also cruel and his plan is meticulous. If Song Xiaojun was not afraid of them causing trouble and kept asking people to follow him, maybe He Mijia could really kill someone this time, get the money and change his appearance!

Gu Moxuan's eyes fell on the newspaper, and there were not many ups and downs in his eyes.

The body in the photo was mosaiced, and He Mijia was also confiscated and detained from her residence.

Gu Moxuan frowned slightly. He had already been a little confused about how the vicious Bai Mo fell into He Mijia's hands, but looking at the photo, he understood a little.

In the photo, He Mijia was wearing a long time ago. He did not fall down. He Mijia liked the most beautiful makeup when he was still the tall lady of the He family.

No wonder Bai Mo was less alert when he saw He Mijia like this.

Song Xiaojun said: "After He Mijia was arrested, she insisted that she had no way to control her behavior after taking drugs, so she accidentally killed someone! She was a mentally ill at the time and had no ability to recognize herself. She should be innocent of killing someone!"

According to Song Xiaojun, He Mijia is really able to bend and stretch! A mentally ill patient specially spent all the people in his hands to make such a set of clothes, then he got drunk, and finally turned on the gas. The plan was so meticulous, and he said that his mentally ill patient was a little too modest.

However, He Mijia probably didn't expect that Bai Mo would react. In desperation, He Mijia could only kill him directly.

Gu Moxuan's voice was indifferent and he said, "She said she was a madman?"

Song Xiaojun nodded, "Yes, he should be afraid of being executed or going to jail, so she is doing everything she can do!"

Gu Moxuan's eyes moved away from the newspaper and looked at Song Xiaojun.

For some reason, a chill crawled up from Song Xiaojun's heels, making him stiff all over.

"Since she wants to be a lunatic, you can help her and make her a lunatic for the rest of her life!"

Song Xiaojun was stunned, feeling a chill in his heart, "...Okay, I understand!"

Gu Moxuan looked away, Song Xiaojun's pressure dropped sharply, and he turned around and walked out.

"Take the newspaper away!"

Song Xiaojun stopped again and walked back and left with the newspaper!

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Chapter completed!