Chapter 7 Who Did It! To Skin Cramps and Let Blood!

A few other faces faintly appeared in his mind, Sang Xia unconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly, her face pale and frightening.

Fists clenched.

I hope this is just an accident, otherwise, if she wants to know who did it behind the scenes, she will definitely skin the other party and bleed him!

And Sang Xia had to submit to Rong Zhan's methods.

He also grasped this point, and knew that he would definitely go back to him, whether it was to pay back the money or because of the truth behind this incident.

Abnormal, ruffian!

The phone suddenly beeped.

Received a message.

She glanced, and couldn't help a self-deprecating smile on the corner of her lips.

What a fucking coincidence, when you say ruffian, the ruffian comes.

Four words on the text message, it is very simple.

The meaning is clear.

[Waterfront Garden]

Waterfront Huating is a gathering place of villas in the central affluent area.

At this moment, the one who could send her this kind of message, even if he didn't say it was him, but from the lines in the words, he seemed to have seen his arrogant and joking appearance.

After seeing the text message, Sang Xia took a taxi there without saying a word.

No matter how he took advantage of the fire and robbed her at the critical moment yesterday and let her be his wife, she still has a mere 200,000. If she really took his money or something, she would really be entangled.

They are out of play.

She can't owe anyone money she owes.

Her current situation was messy enough, she couldn't wait to get rid of any relationship with him, and didn't want to get involved with anyone related to her ex-boyfriend, especially his brother.

So when she first came out, she didn't forget to prescribe a box of contraceptive pills.

Sang Xia looked out the car window, holding the card in her hand. She kept thinking, if she hadn't met Bo Yi, would everything have been different with this ex-boyfriend.

The younger brother will not be later...

Her chest was a little tight, and she felt uncomfortable breathing. She habitually touched her pocket, which was empty. She looked at the driver who was driving, "Master, do you have any cigarettes?"

The master glanced at her, and while holding cigarettes for her with one hand, he said, "Every little girl knows how to smoke..."

Before he finished speaking, he watched her skillfully light the fire and smoke, and with a light gasp, the smoke overflowed, and her frowning brows slowly relaxed...

The words on the back of the driver clicked all of a sudden.

Later, it can only become, "Girls should smoke less, it is not good for the skin..."

Sang Xia put one hand on the open car window, slightly closed her head, as a sign of approval, "Yes."

However, in contrast, she would not be able to live without smoking.

No one could know or appreciate what she had been through before.

But, life is not the point, the point is how she will live in the future!

The taxi arrives—