Chapter 10 The Poor Little Girl on Campus Is My God of Wealth 10
As a result, because the original owner's hair had been permed and dyed for a long time, a lot of it broke after straightening.
Then the stylist cut the bangs without consulting me first.
She has long straight black hair with bangs, the standard look of a good girl, but her face is cool and refined.
It's kind of unique and pretty.
Everything would have been perfect if Lingyao hadn't bought the store in a fit of anger and deducted half a month's salary from the stylist.
The stylist is feeling miserable.
Although he was actually Shen Lingyao's exclusive stylist and lived on tips instead of salary, a small amount of money is still meat.
Afraid of angering Shen Lingyao, she never came again.
The stylist wanted to make amends: "Ms. Shen, I see that handsome guy's hair is quite long, covering his eyes. How about I help him take care of it? I promise that I will definitely satisfy you this time."
When Fu Chao heard that he was going to have his hair cut, his body stiffened noticeably.
Lingyao saw that he didn't want to cut his hair, so she refused.
He muttered quietly, "What do you know? I'll tie it up when it grows longer, it'll look good!"
Baofu: "...Are you a devil, host baby?"
When I came out of the hair salon, night had already fallen.
Fearing that the debt collectors had not left yet, Lingyao sent Fu Chao back.
Neither of them spoke during the whole journey.
Lingyao was in a bad mood because her hair was ruined.
Fu Chao didn't know what to say. He didn't know why Lingyao followed him.
Seeing that the Fu family was not far ahead, Fu Chao stopped first.
Seeing Lingyao stop, he finally spoke.
"Why are you following me?" His tone was not very good.
Lingyao's eyes were also cold.
He thought she wanted to follow him.
It's her bedtime now, you know.
If the system hadn't been nagging in her ears, she would have gone back long ago!
Lingyao turned and left.
As expected, there were no footsteps following behind me. I could only hear the footsteps gradually moving away.
Fu Chao's clenched fingers loosened and his heart felt empty.
Fu Chao also quickened his pace and walked home, pushing open the door.
The house, which originally had nothing in it, was turned into a garbage dump.
Four burly men were sitting around a table playing cards. They stopped when they saw him come in.
"Hey, the little bastard is back, and there's money for him to go to school, but the uncles can barely afford to eat."
A man came over and snatched Fu Chao's schoolbag as he spoke.
He poured out everything inside, and found nothing of value except a few small bills.
There were four white crescent-shaped marks on the palm of his hand, and Fu Chao's eyes were terrifyingly dark under the broken hair.
These people actually knew that Fu Chao couldn't come up with the money.
Every time I come here my main purpose is not for money, but to beat him up to vent my anger.
In the past, he would have probably gone up and fought with them, and they would have left earlier.
But Fu Chao didn't do that today.
Next to a big tree in the corner outside the house, Lingyao was lazily leaning half of her body against the tree.
Fu Chao walked into the alley for a minute, and Lingyao leaned against the wall with her eyes closed to rest.
In the third minute, Lingyao stood there and looked up at the moon.
The sixth minute...
"Fuck you, you little bastard, you dare to fight back?!"
The sound of ping-pong and unbearable curses came from the house at the corner of the alley. The neighbors around heard the noise and closed their windows.
Fu Chao was outnumbered and before long he was pinned into a corner and beaten by four men. He had no power to fight back and kept cursing.
His body was almost numb from the pain, and Fu Chao sat on the ground, his eyes becoming increasingly darker.
His fingers reached out to the bricks thrown nearby.
Die, die all of you.
With a bang, the man standing in front of him was picked up and thrown aside, and moonlight poured in.