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8 Chapter 8: Fate is as Deep as a Trench(2/2)

Lin Yao took the unknown dessert on the table and took a bite and put it down. It was not easy for my mother to make the dessert bitter.

In fact, after digging away the grudges and grudges with Hengdao before, Lin Yao found that this person was pretty good. He played games with the madman for two years and had called a lot, but he had never been able to chat with the madman for an hour, and he felt that there was nothing to say.

"Where did I just talk about it?" Lin Yao was distracted and forgot what he was going to say.

"You go to the game company headquarters to gather people to cause trouble." Hengdao reminded.

"It's not that I'm causing trouble, but that the Tenderness account was stolen and I can't get it back. Let's go and ask for an explanation," Lin Yao thought for a while, "That's before I was about to go to the internship in my senior year."

"Are you going to work?" Hengdao seemed a little surprised.

"Well, what about you just started working for a few months?"

“It’s been a long time.”

"I can see that the economic foundation is probably pretty good. I don't want to spend 20,000 yuan to buy the crazy man's shattering sign, and I'll give it to me." Lin Yao tskated, and looked at Hengdao's equipment and knew that this person had some money.

"Rakshasa girl gives you a gift, do you want it?" Hengdao asked.

"Yes." Lin Yao answered without thinking.

"marry."

"Ah..." Lin Yao fell on the chair. He really couldn't understand why Hengdao was so persistent. "Brother, don't you behave like this. Even if I really want to divorce the Crazy Boss, the movement is really big. If you marry your account, I will betray my relatives and I can't find a suitable reason to do this."

"You bought all the things in his number with your money, right?" Hengdao said slowly.

"How do you know?" Lin Yao sat upright. Few people knew about the madman using his money. In order to save face for the madman, he never mentioned it to others. He played games to be happy. This matter was boring. Moreover, he didn't feel much about money when he went to school. After work, he started to tighten his hands when he received a salary that was not much greater than his previous pocket money.

"A man is usually very generous in spending money. Even if he doesn't play, he won't sell accounts. You can tell at a glance that the money he usually spends is not his own," Hengdao smiled, "Isn't this reason enough for you to turn against him?"

"Brother, I'm quite embarrassed to tell you about this as a sucker for so long." Lin Yao sniffed.

Hengdao didn't make a sound. Lin Yao heard the sound of him pressing the keyboard. After a while, Hengdao said again: "It seems that the reason is not enough, so I'll add some ingredients to you. You can check the coordinates, sour and sour yogurt."

"Stum it's you."

"Four sours, go check, and then check the coordinates of the madman's trumpet."

Lin Yao hesitated for a moment, not knowing what the horizontal knife means, but he still went to Tiangong and checked the coordinates of this stuttering yogurt, which were displayed in a low-level practice area, and then checked the coordinates of Yibo Yuntian, and the same was true.

"What's wrong with the two numbers together?" Lin Yao didn't understand.

"After the crazy man sold his account, he bought a fairy weapon from my friend. He transferred the money and paid the money and traded the yogurt number," Hengdao said slowly, "Yogurt is the wife of Yibo Yuntianhao."

Lin Yao's hand holding the mouse froze.
Chapter completed!
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