Lu Yao died miserably in his previous life. She pretended to be her savior and forced Bo Qi, a poor boy who worked three jobs a day and was so poor that he could only live in a basement of 500 yuan, to marry her. She controls heaven and earth, dislikes the poor and loves the rich, and beats or scolds them at every turn.
As a result, as soon as the true owner of the real daughter returned, the poor boy suddenly transformed into the leader of the largest plutocrat in the Beijing circle who pinched Buddhist beads and turned his hands to make clouds and rain. And she, the fake, was kicked away and met a miserable end.
When he opened his eyes and woke up, Lu Yao found that he was reborn in the first year when all the lies were not exposed.
Looking at the tired young man in front of him who was wearing a deliveryman's vest, using a bucket of cheap shower gel for ten yuan, and taking off his clothes... Lu Yao was trembling with fear.
Rebirth is not about changing her brain. She knows that she is greedy for money, timid and not smart. In order to survive, she can only bite the bullet and continue acting.
As a result, Ningcheng's business community has a strange thing:
The real daughter sent Bo Qi a check with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan.
Lu Yao kicked the door open: "Take your money and get out! Even if my husband spends his life lifting bricks, he is still mine!"
She thought she had protected the imposter's secret.
Little did she know that the man she was protecting behind her was slowly fiddling with the priceless red sandalwood beads in his hand. His phoenix eyes behind the lenses were full of morbid paranoia and smiles:
"Since Yaoyao loves me so much, she will die in my arms in this life."
