Life is too miserable, fairy tales are all lies, wu wu!

　　"And the CEO-type novels are all lies." Xiangran sat on the flower platform beside the road and cried sadly.

　　She loved reading CEO-type novels since she was in high school. In order to become the Cinderella in the novel, she had racked her brains.

　　Wasn't the president in the CEO novel all fond of the dreamy female lead?

　　She just wanted to attract the president's attention at a zero when she was about to pay the money.

　　As a result, it did attract the President's attention.

　　Therefore, she caused the whole department to be fired.

　　For the second time, she finally found a position as the secretary of the president. In order to hook up with the president, she learned the way of the leading heroine in novels, served the president tea, and then helped wipe the hope to attract the attention of the president.

　　However, the boiling hot tea was sprinkled on the hood of the president's pants, which burned the president badly. Thus, the president was admitted to the hospital.

　　She was taken to the police station and was sued.

　　"Well, after the lawsuit, she lost all her property, including the house her mother gave her, and she sold it to the president for compensation."

　　Each of them didn't follow the script. How could she be so unlucky!

　　"I just want to have a fairy-tale-like love. Am I wrong? Damned CEO, why don't you know to take pity on women?" Xiangran wiped her tears and cried.

　　Suddenly, a luxury car came over. Because it had just rained, the ground was filled with accumulated water. The dirty sewage was ran over by the wheels of the wheels and covered her body.

　　Her head and face were full of black and muddy sewage, and the disgusting smell made her want to throw up.

　　The fury in her heart could not be suppressed like a storm. She got up and ran madly after the luxury car.

　　"Stop, stop." Xiangran shouted as she took off her high heels and chased desperately.

　　Inside the car.

　　"Young Master, someone is chasing after us." The driver of the car slowed down the speed report.

　　Because the girl really seemed to have something urgent.

　　It was an exceedingly handsome man sitting in the back seat. He looked noble and dignified, which made him look like a god.

　　He leaned on the back seat lazily and closed his eyes to rest. He just lifted his eyelids slightly, and Wang Yu immediately understood and slowly stopped the car.

　　By the time she caught up fragrantly, she was already dripping with sweat. Her perspiration-stained eyelashes and filthy water made her unable to see clearly what was in front of her.

　　Vaguely, she saw the door of the back seat open. The next second, the shoes in her hand flew out.

　　"What the f**k, president. Do you think that you can be fawned on by a lady with two coins? She can make others leave without a care after being dirty all over."

　　After a series of curses, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt and continued to rage.

　　"Do you think that you don't have to compensate me if you don't say anything? I tell you, if you dirty my body, at least you will pay me ten thousand yuan for cleaning up. You can't lose anything, such as clothes."

　　Xiangran placed his hands on his hips and was about to kick the man's ass first.

　　She just burned the president, not disable. The president blackmailed her for millions.

　　"So? What's wrong with blackmailing the rich now?"

　　However, when she saw the man sitting in the back seat, all of her anger vanished.

　　Instead, he burst into laughter.

　　When the driver Wang Yu opened the car door for Young Master, two high heels flew in front of him and got into the car.

　　One fell on the head of a man in the back seat, hooking his short hair and still hanging on his handsome face.

　　The other one at the neckline of the shirt, which was hung without buttons at the moment, had large red shoes. It was a strong contrast with his white shirt and black suit.

　　"Young Master." Wang Yu, who was standing next to the carriage, came to his senses after a long time.

　　"Oh, my God! Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

　　There was someone in the world who dared to throw shoes at the young master! What's more, he threw shoes so well and his position was so accurate!

　　However, the young master looked very handsome. He had no choice. After all, his young master was recognized as a handsome man!

　　Gong Mingye, with a sullen face, made a gesture to let Wang Yu step back, took off his short hair boots, and took off the shoes hanging in front of his chest.

　　Every movement revealed an intoxicating elegance, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

　　"Miss." His slightly thin lips moved gently. They were as delicate as flowers and were as sexy as a mess.

　　Oh, my god! This is a tempting crime! I really want to take two bites.

　　"I'm not a young lady." Xiangran raised her head and puffed out her chest. So what if he was a handsome man? Even if he was handsome, he had to pay for it.

　　"Here are fifty thousand yuan. Is your clean-up fee and clothes enough?" He took out a thick stack of cash and carelessly used his fingers across the edge.

　　The money glided over his fingertips, making a crackling sound.

　　The fragrance seemed to be able to smell the money.

　　It could be seen that she was really poor now.

　　She swallowed her saliva and reached out to take the money from his hand. Since it was given to her, there was no need for her to be polite.

　　When she reached for the money, he put the stack of cash on the seat next to the car door, folded his legs, and stared at her stunned eyes.

　　"Are you kidding me?" Xiangran's face darkened.

　　"No." Squinting his eyes, he looked at the dirty woman in front of him with hostility.

　　She was petite and had nice breasts, but not big enough. She was dirty all over. She really didn't want to look at him for a second time.

　　Of course, he would never reflect on himself. The reason why she was dirty was all because of him.

　　"No? Then what do you mean? Do you want to default?" Xiangran stood in front of the car door with her arms crossed. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, if she wanted to win, she must not lose her aura.

　　"I just want to settle the score with you. Your high-heeled shoes have broken three of my hair." He raised her high-heeled shoes, and there were three strands of hair behind the shoes.

　　"A purely handmade Italian shirt." He pointed at the white shirt whose neckline had been dirtied by the mud on the high heels. "30 million, deduct it. I'll compensate you with this fifty thousand yuan. You still owe me twenty-nine and ninety-five million yuan."

　　"... "

　　She was as stunned as a wooden chicken and didn't come to her senses until she heard the man's sneer.

　　"Oh my god! 30 million! No, it's 20, nine hundred and ninety-five million!"

　　"Even if I sell her, she can't worth this price!"

　　"Palude? Do you think I don't know the brand of the shirt you're wearing? It's worth hundreds of thousands, tens of millions at most. What about 30 million? Are you blackmailing me?" Her face turned blue with anger.

　　She had nothing at all, and now she had met a rich man who blackmailed her. This was a life-defying rhythm!

　　"Miss, my clothes are indeed not worth much, but the value of my three hairs is not measured by money. Thirty million yuan is a 30% discount." He said seriously.