When walking out of the apartment, Ye Ruoxi went directly to "Yeye Shengge."

The reason why I don't go home is because I am afraid of that so-called home.

Cold and lonely, she was alone.

That was the place where she woke up from nightmares, and it was a place that often kept her from sleeping.

There, even the beautiful scenery by the window seemed to her just gloomy.

When she entered the nightclub, someone next to her called her.

Ye Ruoxi saw it was a poppy.

She stepped on high heels and walked gracefully.

Her long, wavy hair flowed around her waist, and her bright red dress wrapped her whole body perfectly, making her look stunning.

"Why did you come so early today?" Ruoxi followed her into the dressing room with a faint smile, and asked doubtfully: "Your man is willing to let you get out of bed? It's incredible."

Poppy was kept by a wealthy businessman, who was the little one despised by everyone. 3.

It's also quite strange. He is obviously a perverted old man, but he is favored by Poppy. Not only did he buy a villa, but he also bought a sports car, which lasted for several years.

In fact, Ruoxi told Poppy that she hoped she would be a good person. Since the God of Wealth already exists, why would she go to the sea to do these things?

But people are all realistic. Poppy joked: "The money is not mine, it's his. If you like me, you spend money on me. If you don't like me one day, if you kick me away, I might have nothing."

No, I don’t want the feeling of begging for food on the street.”

Poppy is actually the same as her, no, just like this materialistic world, so realistic that it is desperate and cruel.

They act like fools and push themselves to the point of desperation. They never treat themselves well because they are all fools, a group of fools.

Ruoxi on the dressing mirror looked pale and enchanting. She was so unfamiliar.

"The old man went out of town with his wife." Poppy lit a cigarette, puffing out her red lips, misty and enchanting.

Ye Ruoxi smiled coquettishly: "How can we go out of town? Isn't the business all in Beijing?"

Poppy fiddled with her long hair and continued: "I think I went to attend a wedding. I don't know the details. It's pointless to ask more."

Ruoxi nodded and did not answer.

Poppy dusted off the cigarette butts, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "What? I was very happy last night. Did you come directly from him? You didn't even change your clothes."

Poppy looked at Ruoxi's unchanged clothes, which looked extremely vulgar.

Ye Ruoxi glared at her, put on makeup in the mirror, blinked her big eyes, and said with a smile: "You asked so many questions, which one do you want me to answer?"

"Hey, such a handsome guy, have you gone to bed yet?" Poppy leaned over, her expression becoming more and more vulgar.

Ruoxi nodded, looked at her gesture and said calmly: "Go ahead."

Nothing was done though!

Poppy listened and smiled even deeper. She said ambiguously: "How is it? How is your technique? Isn't it great?"

Ruoxi shook her head and just said: "I don't know!"

Although this was indeed the case, Poppy curled her lips and said, "A tough-tongued guy, how can you not know how you feel when you get into bed?"

She leaned against the dressing table and started smoking again. Once the addiction develops, it is difficult to quit.

Ye Ruoxi started to apply her lipstick carefully, and suddenly her phone made an ethereal sound.

Her cell phone voice is long and lonely.

The caller ID showed someone's name, and there was a pop of lipstick, like a trace of blood.

It’s actually home!

How many years had passed, how many years had it passed since she was kicked out of her family, and they had no contact, but they actually called her.
Chapter completed!