Dear Commander-in-Chief

Fall in love with you Kanshu..

Just because Yun Qiao had a more handsome face, was younger, and looked poorer, when she was working part-time, all the male bosses would look at her with more lewd eyes.

Even though the ordinary-looking female colleague with senior experience can work normally, she has to worry about being suddenly touched by her boss.

What's more, they publicly made disgusting jokes on her during working hours, or teased her clothes in public, blocking her in the bathroom.

Why?

Why should young, beautiful and poor girls be subject to such discrimination? Encountered this kind of scum?

Does everyone think that they are born to be bullied and should be sold out?

Yun Qiao clenched her little palm tightly, not wanting to argue with the fat landlord lady.

Who told her to still owe people rent? After all, she was incompetent, she was wrong, she owed people.

Why bother to compete with others for a moment?

"Okay, I'll move. But, you have to let me go in and pack my things?"

"Just your worthless rags, I've already thrown them out! If you want to find them, go dig through the trash can yourself!"

"you--!"

A second ago, Yunqiao felt that she owed the landlady, so she should hold back and not have conflicts with her.

At this moment, she almost overturned this idea, wishing to have sex with this fat woman.

But she was more nervous about another thing.

"Where's my picture?!"

"What photo? Hehe, the photo of that wild man hidden under your pillow? He looks good, isn't he a little boy?"

"He's not—what you said!" Yun Qiao's eyes turned red, "Please show some respect to the dead!"

The soft little face suddenly turned sharp.

The landlady frowned: "Hurry up, get out of here with your dead pictures!"

Yun Qiao is beside the garbage truck at the street corner,

Turned for a long time.

Finally, I found the little purse.

The purse was stained by rotten vegetables, but fortunately, the photos inside were still there. The boy's hearty smile seemed to come from another world, illuminating Yun Qiao's face.

She smiled lightly.

He smiled, but tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

She did not firmly grasp the freedom of fate at all, but was strangled by the cruel fate by the throat.

Almost out of breath.

"It's really hard to live, otherwise, I'll go to heaven to find you..." she muttered to herself.

Behind him came a stern male voice: "Are you Yun Qiao?"

Yun Qiao, who was immersed in grief, froze for a moment.

Wiping away tears quickly, he turned around abruptly.

Her tears never like to show in front of others.

Just like meeting Gu Qiqi and Xiao Ning in the cafe just now, she didn't want her friends to see her down and out side.

What is the bitterness, I swallow it with tears!

Yun Qiao turned around, and by the dim light of the street lamp, she realized that the person calling her was a man dressed as a secretary with a serious expression in a suit.

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"Miss Yun should be a smart person. I hope you can completely forget about the incident that happened between you and my boss at the Empire State Building tonight. If you can forget it as soon as possible, this check will belong to you."

A big check with a one and a lot of zeros.

"I don't know your boss!" Yun Qiao frowned, but in the next second, she suddenly realized.

The boss this person was talking about was probably the bastard man who dragged her into the presidential suite of the hotel this afternoon and forced her into it!

She just sent coffee to the wrong room, she was at fault, but that man couldn't just open the door and drag her madly to the bed...

So... now this man thought she was selling it and paid her?