On a rainy night in London, a car drove quickly over the potholed road, splashing the glass with mud. Her expensive coat was completely destroyed, and the dignity she was proud of was completely destroyed.
She hurriedly shouted to stop the rude car.
The car window was only opened an inch, and she could only glimpse the man's silent and distant silhouette.
"I will pay it" (Make a price)
He was like the voice of alms, drowned by the sound of rain.
A slender hand nonchalantly stretched out from the window and handed over a wad of brand new banknotes.
It smells like ink, and its attitude is contemptuous.
Is he sending beggars away? Do you think she is a prostitute?
Shen Li disdainfully took off the antique brooch from her body, wanting this man to understand how ridiculously cheap the banknotes in his hand were.
During the stalemate, her cold nails scratched the back of his hand, leaving a clear trail of blood.
There was a soft sound, and the wet brooch slipped into the car along the window crack, and his hands were stained with the moisture of the rainy season.
"Sir," she said with bright eyes, seeing the stack of banknotes in his hand, "your few banknotes are not enough to pay for my embarrassment."
"But I scratched your hand, so we are clean..."
When they met again, he was actually the big creditor in charge of her family's life and death. She had no dignity at all in front of him.
He used his debt as a contract and pressed forward step by step, admiring the beauty of the cub's struggle.
However, she used the method he taught her to outshine her master, "short-selling" his plan and "short-selling" his heart.
"I've taught you so much just so you can defeat me?" Zhou Zeming bowed his head and chuckled.
Shen Li blinked: "I'm sorry, the student has left school."
Intention: Stage love offense and defense in the game of capital, "short-selling" his sincerity