The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

After he said that, Huo Yunqi stood in place for a while.

The wound on his hand was still bleeding.

He didn't bandage his hand or wash it, and he didn't seem to feel the pain.

Xing Jiu 'an watched as his hand was gradually covered in blood.

He could not help but look at Huo Yunqi.

Huo Yunqi's face was frighteningly calm.

He paused for a while and seemed to have reacted. He cleaned the wound and wiped the few drops of blood on the ground. He looked at the door and then at the table in confusion.

He seemed to have thought of something and his eyes were filled with disgust.

He turned around and left, returning to his room.

Xing Jiu 'an stayed in the same place for a while, but Huo pengqi didn't come down.

She did not understand what Huo Yunqi was doing.

However, Jiu Chi's words seemed to echo in his mind.

He had promised Huo Chulan some of her wishes, which eventually led to Huo Chulan replacing her existence.

Could it be that everything that the Huo family had for Huo Chulan was what she should have?

The more Xing Jiu 'an thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case.

But even so, what could he do?

She thought about how the Huo family had been so careful with her in this life, the dream of her previous life that she didn't know if it was real or fake, and the fake warmth in the dream ...

Even if those were true, she was just a spectator.

It was not a real experience.

She had seen Huo Chulan being doted on by the Huo family, but she could not imagine herself.

No matter what, the damage was real.

She couldn't treat it as fake or laugh it off.

She was a very vengeful person.

Not taking revenge on the Huo family and just treating them as strangers was the best result.

No matter how much they regretted and suffered.

What did it have to do with her?

It was as if with regret and pain, the damage that had been caused would be completely obliterated.

No matter how many reasons he had ...

Xing Jiu 'an looked at everything indifferently.

The dream then changed again.

"Dad," he said. Huo Yanyuan stood in front of his father and called out in a low voice.

"You're back?" Mr. Huo's voice was cold.

"No, I didn 't,"

"Transfer some money to her."

Xing Jiu 'an knew that he was talking about himself.

After all, they always gave her money.

Even if she did not need it at all.

She was the heir of the gern family, and with her various identities, her personal assets were already something the Huo family could not compare to.

Who would want that money?

"Transfer more. Don't let her mistreat herself outside." Speaking of this, Xing Jiu 'an didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that father Huo's eyes seemed to have suddenly softened.

Suddenly, she recalled the day she was reborn. The Huo family of four was standing outside the door, and the usually serious and cold Mr. Huo looked at her with anticipation and nervousness.

Xing Jiu 'an told himself not to let his thoughts run wild.

He couldn't be shaken by a few incredible dreams.

"Yes." Huo Yanyuan nodded in response.

The next moment, Huo Yanyuan transferred the money.

Xing Jiu 'an went over to take a look.

She remembered that before she left, the Huo family gave her a card with a few million Yuan and a house. After that, they didn't contact her except for the transfer.

After that, she did not really open the chat with Huo Zhaoyuan.

She watched as Huo Jinyuan entered five zeros behind five on the transfer page. He paused for a moment and then removed the zeros.

Five hundred thousand instantly became fifty thousand.

Xing Jiu 'an didn't care much.

To her, money was just a number.