Under the eaves, one has to bow their head

s angrily at him.He didn't pay attention to her either. She would regulate herself in a while, if he explained, she would only become more extreme next time, maybe even put her hand on his chest.This...Her stiff fingers tightened slightly as she summoned her courage and looked up, "It was my fault back then, but I've also received the punishment I deserved. Mr. He, just pretend you never saw me today, please show mercy and let me go, alright"

He raised an eyebrow, a thin arc forming at the corner of his cold lips as if he'd heard a joke. "What You think after two years in prison, our accounts are settled Qing Ran's legs will never be right again, Xiang Wan, do you really think this punishment is enough"

She froze, her legs hurting beneath the skirt. It all came back to Jiang Qingran.

But he only knew that Jiang Qingran was disabled, but didn't know that her leg had been injured by his golf club all those years ago. If you really think about it, the debt she owed had already been paid off long ago.

But she didn't dare to say, a man like He Hanchuan...she didn't dare to provoke him again.

"And what of you, Mr. He I have received my due punishment as well."

The wind and snow grew increasingly heavy. He remained silent, only raising his hand to adjust the umbrella. After a long while standing nearby, Xiao Li walked over.

"Sir"

He stared at Xiang Wan, his jet-black eyes glinting with a hint of coldness. Perhaps he was thinking about Jiang Qingran's pain during the reconstruction over the past two years, He raised an eyebrow, like a devil from hell: "Xiang Wan, that's the punishment the law gives you, and mine hasn't come yet."

He turned his head to look at Xiao Li, "Secretary Li, get her cleaned up and sent to the Meng Hui Club."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiangwan's face instantly turned pale. Meng Huisi was a place where rich second-generation people in Beijing spent money like water.

He brought her there, not to help her, but to strip away her last shred of dignity. To remind her that two years ago, she was the honored guest at this very place, but now... she is a convicted attempted murderer, someone everyone despises.

A chill spread from her bones, and she gritted her teeth, asking in a low voice filled with hatred, "He Hanchuan, do you have to be so ruthless"

Perhaps she didn't expect her to question him again, He Hanchuan sarcastically laughed: "Xiang Wan, two years have passed, you really haven't made any progress. A person under someone else's roof has to bow their head, don't you understand"

< 向晚 bowed her head, biting her lip tightly and remaining silent. >

I understand, she understands too well.

All her arrogance and pride, all that made her so formidable, were ground down to nothing in prison.

Perhaps this submissive appearance was even more irritating. He Hanchuan frowned, turned and walked towards the car, "Tell Menglan that Miss Xiang wants her to take care of this personally. Don't disappoint me."

Soon, the black Bentley disappeared into the vast wind and snow. Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, but still went over to help Xiangwan up.

Two years ago, the look of arrogance on this young mistress was still vivid in my memory. Now, she looks pathetic.

向晚 suddenly thought of something, and asked shiveringly: “Is Jiang Qingran doing well now”

Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then replied vaguely, "How good could it be for a dancer who has lost the chance to perform on stage"

>

As expected, whenever Jiang Qingran had a hard time, He Hanchuan would never let her off.

……

Late was sent to the Meng Hui Society by Xiao Li for more than half a month, and He Hanchuan never appeared again. Sometimes she even felt that the encounter that day was just a dream.

Yet, incredibly, she was standing right there in the grand hall of the Dream Inn.

"Hello, welcome to Dream Inn."

A-chan couldn't remember how many bows she had done today. As the customer walked in, she finally couldn't help but reach out and hammer her left leg, which was already numb from pain.

Standing beside her, colleague Zhou Miao glanced at her with sympathy, "The manager is really strange. Everyone else can change shifts and rest, but you can't. To me, I think she's intentional. She sees that you're pretty and wants to make things difficult for you."

Moona shook her head flatly, "I can't quit."

The author was originally from the northern provinces, but had been living in the south for many years. He was quite familiar with both regions and often used his experiences to weave vivid descriptions of life in both the north and south in his writings. One day, he decided to write a novel about a young man who travels from the north to the south.

Please remember the first release domain of this book: biqiugege8.com. Biqu Pavilion mobile version reading URL: m.biqiugege8.comkness, even sacrificing his life to protect her!And her She was entangled between Feng Mu and two families, caught in a web of their parents' grievances. It was as if countless nails were nailing her...