Dear Mr. Shi

"What?" Song Qinghuan couldn't help exclaiming: "The store is gone? The deposit is gone? You still owe a million?"

One million is an astronomical figure for this kind of common people, and many people may not earn that much money in their entire lives.

"Huanhuan, it's not because you don't want to give us money. Xiaotao's schoolwork is a big problem. We have to buy a school district house. So I have to take a gamble. Who knows this will happen."

Song Qiliang looked at Song Qinghuan with painful and regretful eyes, beat his head with both hands, and shouted reproachfully: "Huanhuan, Dad treats you badly, you can't die without saving!"

Song Qinghuan said angrily: "I save you, how can I save it! One million, not one hundred!"

She had been watching Song Qiliang closely, wondering if his self-blame and chagrin were really the result of a performance.

Lu Meiyan's face darkened when she heard the words, and she immediately scolded her involuntarily, "Smelly girl, you live in a mansion. To you, one million is not even a dime!"

Song Qinghuan angrily explained: "I have said this is not my house, I just borrowed to live here temporarily."

Lu Meiyan yelled at Song Qinghuan again: "Smelly girl, do you have to be so ruthless? It's a help now, are you trying to hide the money to death?"

"I have to say a few times before you can understand that I have no money," Song Qinghuan said, opening his bag, taking out the bank card in the wallet, and throwing it into Lu Meiyan's hand: "This is my time to save I only have so much money for all the money that has been given to you, and you will find a way for the rest."

Lu Meiyan took the card and hurriedly asked, "How much?"

Song Qinghuan didn't answer her question, and didn't want to bother with them anymore, and quickly ran towards the subway station.

Seeing Song Qiliang and Lu Meiyan not catching up again, Song Qinghuan was really relieved.

I wanted to call Song Ci to confirm that Song Qiliang owed one million yuan to him, but after thinking about it, I had to forget it.

What if she knows, she has no money to pay them back.

I thought it was over, after all her money had been given to Song Qiliang and Lu Meiyan.

But who would have thought that not only did this matter never end, not only did her savings fail to stop Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang's madness, but it also made them more and more presumptuous.

Song Qinghuan took three days off, and she won't have to go to work for the time being from tomorrow, so she has to deal with some things. Relatively speaking, she leaves work late.

There were a few people in the lobby on the first floor. She heard a familiar cry: "Smelly girl, don't hide, you can finally give up!"

Lifting her eyes, she saw Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang again.

Song Qinghuan's body stiffened, and the whole body was cold.

What are they trying to do, and they have really gotten out of the company. Are they crazy? I still really want to kill her.

Song Qinghuan clenched her small hands tightly, and sweat leaked from the palms of her hands.

Because of the plain things, she had a ghost in her heart. Lu Meiyan was too scared of her, she was too afraid that Lu Meiyan would announce her identity.

Lu Meiyan walked to her quickly: "Eight thousand yuan, where are you going to beg Huazi?"

"That's all my money." Song Qinghuan whispered, she only has one thousand yuan, and she has to go to the small county to find someone, still thinking about whether to borrow some money from Jun Mei.

Had it not been for the company, she would have yelled back.