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When Bai Heyu was in middle school, because of her wealthy family and her looks like a beautiful and vicious female supporting role in Korean dramas, she was excluded for a period of time, and her face looked stupid, which was basically impossible.

When she was studying in France, she also received a scholarship, so it was basically impossible for her to be stupid.

To sum up the above two points, Bai Heyu couldn't understand why he looked so stupid.

But as Zhuang Yan said, if she doesn't give herself money, she has no money to give her uncle.

Although it sounds a bit uncomfortable, it is true.

Everything she has now was given by Zhuang Yan.

☆、Chapter 23

Zhuang Yan took a shower, came out of the bathroom, went to the living room to drink water, and just saw Bai Heyu sitting upright on the sofa, with her hands on her knees, and when she heard the movement, she immediately turned her head to look at herself.

She was obviously waiting for herself to come.

Zhuang Yan: "What are you doing?"

Bai Heyu thought about it for a while, and seemed a little uncomfortable, but maybe he had a psychological struggle in his heart, and suddenly asked in a deep voice: "Tomorrow..."

She was talking about Zhuang Yan asking her uncle to come to the company to find her tomorrow.

As soon as Zhuang Yan got home, she went into the bathroom to take a shower, and never mentioned this matter, nor asked what happened to Bai Heyu. Bai Heyu didn't know what happened, and it was hard to ask. She sat on the sofa and waited until Zhuang Yan came out. Only then did I speak.

In fact, Zhuang Yan quickly put this matter behind her. To her, these things are just trivial things. She has more important things to think about, so she didn't think of it at the beginning. When the word "tomorrow" was mentioned, she immediately reacted.

She thought about it, and sat next to Bai Heyu, who poured her a glass of water, she took a sip, and put the glass on the tea table.

Baiheyu was a little nervous. She had actually struggled psychologically for a long time, and finally decided to tell the whole story—she was not this kind of person, and she didn't like to confide, and she didn't like to tell others about herself.

But Bai Heyu herself realized a long time ago that her dependence on Zhuang Yan was clearly beyond her imagination.

She didn't want to wonder if this was the fledgling scene after all.

"My family's conditions were okay before, but my father owed a sum of money in business, and then he and my mother had a plane crash..."

She spoke concisely, and Zhuang Yan was naturally smart. With these three sentences, she felt that Zhuang Yan could fully understand what she had experienced.

I don't know if it was Bai Heyu's illusion, but when she talked about her parents' plane crash, Zhuang Yan's pupils seemed to flicker.

Zhuang Yan touched a cigarette from the coffee table, lit it, took a puff, and turned to look at her.

Her expression was indifferent, like the expression she had always thought she had maintained.

But Bai Heyu felt that it wasn't indifference - Zhuang Yan was not an indifferent person.

That may be a sense of boredom that flows out of not being interested in everything.

"So?" Zhuang Yan said in a casual voice, "Lawfully speaking, you are not obligated to repay the debts your father owes, right?"

"Yes," Bai Heyu smiled wryly, "but, I want to go back to my house, after all, it is the place where I have lived since I was a child, and I can't and can't let go----I can only rely on me to pay back the house if I want to get it." Pay off the money my dad owes."

Zhuang Yan raised her chin slightly and took another puff of cigarette.

"The person who called...was my uncle. He took drugs, and sometimes he might be insane. He harassed me many times. I never gave him money once. But this time, he said he had my mother's money. Wedding ring……"

"Have you seen the photo?"

"Um."

"it is true?"

"It should be true, that kind of thing, there is no need to fake it..."

Bai Heyu's voice became quieter.

"You are an emotional person. If it were me, I would probably leave. My parents are gone. What's the point of keeping the house, let alone the wedding ring." Zhuang Yan slowly exhaled the smoke.

Bai Heyu smiled: "Do you value affection? In fact, sometimes I wish my uncle and those from the Bai family would die, but they shed the same blood as me. , it would be better to say that I am more selfish and nostalgic."

"Nostalgia..." Zhuang Yan thought about these two words carefully, and suddenly smiled.

"This kind of person is actually easy to deal with." She suddenly changed the subject.

Baiheyu didn't understand at first, but later realized that Zhuang Yan was referring to her uncle.

Zhuang Yan looked out the window and said nonchalantly, "Because my father is such a person."

Bai Heyu was stunned.

She always thought that someone like Zhuang Yan was born into a well-bred family - because she was dressed luxuriously, had an extraordinary bearing, and looked like she had foreign blood, and she came back from abroad...

Her father turned out to be a rascal like her uncle?

Seeing that the white crane taro seemed to be stunned, Zhuang Yan sneered, "Why, it's surprising, isn't it?"

Bai Heyu didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Zhuang Yan took another puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke. Her face seemed to be blurred in the smoke.

The white crane taro lowered its head.

Zhuang Yan said: "It's nothing unexpected. My parents are not married and have been living together. My father is a heavy smoker, and he also drinks heavily. He beats people when he is drunk. His way of beating people is very special. When you were young, your family used it to pack rice." Rice bucket? He pressed my head into the rice bucket, and in that situation people would breathe hard, so the nasal cavity was full of rice grains--"

Zhuang Yan laughed softly when she said this: "When I was about to suffocate, he would pull me up and watch me cough and spit out rice grains. He would find it very interesting."

Bai Heyu was completely stunned.

"He owed a lot of money from gambling. He wanted money from my mother. If he didn't pay, he would beat us and scold us with foul language. As long as he could achieve his goal, he would say anything."

"Then I went to middle school and my mom took me out and he would harass us every day like a ghost, I think maybe he never really loved my mom or treated me like a daughter, so during that time I hate men, and I think women may be just a tool for them to vent their desires."

Bai Heyu immediately wanted to refute, because her father was not like that, but Zhuang Yan cut her off: "Later, when I grew up, went abroad, and broadened my horizons, I felt that not all men are actually that bad, it's just that the ones I met happened to be so bad." It's a big piece of rubbish."

"But I still can't like men."

Having said this, Zhuang Yan finished smoking the cigarette in her hand and put it out in the ashtray.

Her expression was always calm, as if this matter did not cause too much harm to her.

She turned her head, looked at the white crane taro and said with a smile: "So if I were you, I would just leave, but you and I have a different stand. You should love your parents very much, and your parents must love you very much too. Treating you like a young lady has been praised as the apple of your eye... Heh, maybe you were really a young lady before."

Zhuang Yan said: "I just thought too much, and got into a topic that shouldn't be talked about."

Bai Heyu said softly, "It's okay."

Zhuang Yan added: "You are really different."

different?

Who is she with?

Zhuang Yan added: "There are similarities and differences, but they are still different after all."

Bai Heyu didn't understand.

Zhuang Yan took a deep look at her, then suddenly pressed the back of her head with one hand, and moved closer.

Bai Heyu knew what she was going to do.

She wants to kiss.

After they lived together in this villa, they actually didn't go to bed much. Zhuang Yan was not keen on it, but she liked kissing very much.