I thought I was just scrambling to live like this, but I didn’t expect the accident to come so quickly.

The weather was pretty good that day. Zhuolun got up very early in the morning and they went out for breakfast together.

As Ni Ying was eating, she suddenly heard a "dong" sound.

"What's wrong?" She raised her head and saw Zhuolun staring at the desktop with a blue face, and her hands were still holding the phone.

The mobile phone screen is still lit, with black characters on white, very clear: "Analysis of Zhuo's stock limit down..."

Ni Ying was shocked and was a little surprised: "What's going on?"

She was about to take his phone and take a closer look. Zhuolun had already picked up the phone and smiled calmly as if nothing had happened: "It's obvious that he ran away with the money."

"...Who?" Ni Ying opened her eyes wide, feeling a little disbelief, and a name had already appeared in her mind.

Who else can be there?

Zhuolun's mouth widened, and his smile widened a lot: "I think I should have stopped all my cards. You have to invite this meal."

He always uses cards and mobile phones, and never brings cash on him.

Ni Ying nodded quickly: "Yes, then do you... want to go back and take a look?"

"No need to read it." Zhuolun lowered his head and slowly finished eating the wontons in the bowl, wiped his mouth: "In his style, he will not leave anything for me."

How is this possible?

Ni Ying frowned and disagreed: "He is your father...it shouldn't be true. Will there be any misunderstandings?"

After all, Zhuolun is his biological son and only son. Although Zhuo’s father has a bad reputation, he really has nothing to say about Zhuolun.

Zhuo Lun smirked, lifted his eyelids and glanced at her: "The big size is useless, he has practiced a small size again."

“…”

As Ni Ying tried hard to digest the content of this sentence, she gradually widened her eyes.

No...

However, the facts are worse than they thought.

Many things are not required to be verified at all. The inside story the reporters dug up should be as cruel as it should be.

It turned out that Zhuo's father had been transferring assets five years ago.

Although he had never married a wife, he had several confidantes.

Most importantly, many photos were leaked, proving that he had a six-year-old son.

Now it is not only the woman who is missing, but even the child is missing.

...

The more information was exposed, the more shocked Ni Ying was.

It doesn't matter if he leaves, but it's a big problem to take away all the funds in Zhuo's account.

Zhuo Peng had rushed back to Changyan temporarily to deal with all matters urgently, while Zhuo Lun's phone rang wildly.

"You have paid off your debts to your son. Zhuolun, you have also become an adult. Uncle is hard-earned money. Zhuolun, you must have a conscience and you must pay me back."

"Zhuolun..."

"Zhuolun..."

Zhuolun listened without changing his expression, but his former hippie smile was gone.

He listened silently, listening to the people opposite him from gentleness to indifferent and angry, and finally he was furious and cursed like thunder.

After hearing this, he turned off his cell phone: "I'll go out."

Ni Ying subconsciously stood up, and Zhuolen paused: "I'm alone."

“…is it okay?”

Zhuo Lun didn't look back, but waved his hand at her casually.

Zhuolun came back very late that day, and he didn't eat dinner and went to bed.

The next day, Ni Ying waited and waited again and before he could come out, he pushed the door open and saw that he had left when he had left.

In the next few days, she failed to meet Zhuolun.

The situation is becoming more and more serious, and it is becoming increasingly unfavorable to Zhuolun.

Someone has already started looking for him. After all, there are so many debts, and Zhuo's father ran away, so they can only look for him.

Zhuo Peng turned the tide and stabilized the Zhuo family, but Zhuo's father owed could only be borne by Zhuo Lun.

Someone started to look for Zhuolun’s whereabouts.

Sometimes, Ni Ying also feels guilty.

Because many people called her, she said she didn't know.

When Zhuolun came back that day, his face looked even more ugly.

She endured it and endured it, and couldn't help it.

"Or...you don't go out lately."

Zhuolun looked at her indifferently, as if asking why.

"Look, um, the wind is tight lately, you..." Ni Ying licked her lips and said dryly: "Get away from the limelight..."

Zhuolun stared at her for a few seconds, as if he was thinking, and as if he was in a daze.

After several minutes, he said blankly: "Yes."

Looking at his back as he returned to the room, Ni Ying always felt that his body seemed to be much hunched.

He did not go out the next day.

I listened to the advice, but it was quite helpful.

Listening to the slight noise coming from the house, Ni Ying was in a rare mood. She hesitated in the vegetable market for a long time and bought half a pound of meat.

I really can't blame her for being stingy.

Since the Zhuo family's accident, Zhuolun's financial resources have been cut off, and their expenses are all supported by the 20,000 salary given by Zhuolun before.

If there is no turnaround, the 20,000 yuan will be all their deposits.

Twenty thousand yuan... She has to save some money.

Oh no.

Ni Ying counted the balance and now only 19,050 yuan is left.

Fortunately, Zhuolun still has a house, so he won’t be left on the streets.

She took the food back with her hands, her steps were light.

As soon as I arrived downstairs, I saw Zhuolun coming out with a bag.

"Where are you going?" Ni Ying stopped him, feeling a little depressed: "Didn't you agree not to go out today?"

Zhuolun raised his head, with a complicated expression: "You..."

He paused and threw the bag in his hand on the ground: "You have been fired, take your stuff and go."

Ni Ying glanced at him and lowered her head to unzip.

A few clothes, a pair of shoes, and all kinds of messy supplies were all hers.

Ni Ying's forehead veins leaped straight: "What do you mean?"

Zhuolun stood at the entrance of the corridor with his hands on his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and looked at her in a daze: "It's obvious that I don't have any money to support you, this idle person, get out."

"you!"

Ni Ying calmed down and took a deep breath: "Don't mess around, I don't want your salary."

"Tsk." Zhuolun looked at her from top to bottom, and his eyes showed a hint of mocking: "Don't you want to follow me?"

Ni Ying didn't say anything.

"I don't need a bodyguard, nor do I need a nanny." Zhuolun dragged her up, held her waist hard, and pressed her face against her face, and said softly: "I have to say something I lack... I lack a woman."

He whispered: "You know, I've been very poor lately and I've been drought for a few days."

His heat exhaled on her face, with a strong smell of smoke.

Ni Ying frowned, as if helpless, and also as if she was watching the messy child: "Zhuo Lun..."

The next second, Zhuolun kissed her directly, breathing hotly.

Ni Ying's head was stunned for a second, and her body subconsciously resisted.

Zhuolun, who had long been hollowed out by wine, could not stand her punch, and directly hit the door and then fell to the ground.

Looking at Zhuo Lun who was lying on the ground but not moving for a long time, Ni Ying was angry and angry, wishing she could drag him up and beat him up.

After enduring it, she clenched her fists and smashed the vegetables in her hand all over him: "You are just a bastard! You can't help but mud!"
To be continued...