Chapter 7 seven

"No, good luck, it's not an accident, it's suicide. He feels that there is nothing to love in his life, and he will be reduced to be a beggar at the bottom of the flyover. It's tiring, so he made this strategy." Fu Zai lowered his head, "He is no longer there." "So what, does that make him a good person? He drinks and drugs, kicks you like a sandbag, and kills the fetus. His crime is unforgivable." Fu Zai let out a sigh of relief. "From now on, you are in luck, Futou." "Yuemei, say, say that you have nothing to do with this matter."

Yue Mei asked again: "What do you mean?" Fu is silent. After a while, she said, "Fortunately, I met you at the airport that day." "No, otherwise, you would still be locked up in that rotten little apartment and let me feed you, Futou, you should be grateful to me." She has never admitted it, but she seems to admit it. What is the truth, Yue Mei may never tell. "Yes, the insurance company is looking for you." "Find me?" "Yes, I asked you to sign the document. They have a small amount of money to hand over to you." "what."

"I can accompany you, and I also want to know the procedure," Yuemei suddenly smiled, showing her two rows of bright white teeth that look like fakes, "Zhou Ziwen has a ten-million life insurance." Good luck. "However," Yue Mei giggled, "First, I want to introduce someone to you." She had mentioned this man. lover in love who is it? "Come on, change clothes, I'll go out with you." "Yuemei, I'm in a bad mood." "That's even more relaxing." She pulls her up. Yuemei drove by herself. It was a convertible sports car with silver-gray bright red leather chairs. She wrapped her head with a silk scarf, wore sunglasses, and stopped at a red light. The other drivers looked at her intently, salivating.

Yue Mei is such a beautiful woman. The car turned in the other direction up the hill. "To where?" Yuemei replied: "University." Fuzai couldn't help being curious with a very heavy heart: "Academic institution?" "You underestimate me." "I just couldn't guess you had friends in college." "Not only a friend, but a good friend, a man with culture, interest in life, and real life." Fu is silent. The moon is unfathomable, what exactly does she want to say, what does she want to do? After the car was parked, she said, "Come with me."

Passing through the quaint university corridor, she found a lecture hall, pushed the door in, walked quietly to the back row, and sat down. Yue Mei pointed forward with her little finger. I saw a young man standing in front of the podium reciting psalms in English. He is tall and handsome, with curly hair and a white shirt that is translucently attached to his toned body. The female students in the front row are staring at him fascinated. The poem goes like this: "So what if I say I'm not waiting? Suppose I break through the gates of carnality, pass, escape to you? Supposing this mortal, desperate to see what harm could be done, dabbles in freedom? "

His voice was full of emotion, cadenced, gradually deepened, and finally, he closed the poem, "My classmates, Emory Dickinson's poem "The Lost Treasure." The little girls applauded intoxicatedly. The get out of class bell rang. Yue Mei said, "Let's go to his dormitory." Even though Fuzai was preoccupied, he was surprised and speechless, this is Yuemei's friend? Seeing the two of them making eye contact, Fu Zai finally understood what it meant to be like glue, and there was an uncontrollable lust in their pupils. Fu is in a daze, so what about the honest man Zhou Ziwen?

What should he do? At this time, Yuemei had already pulled her out. She hurried into a path, wearing these very stilettos, she ran to the staff dormitory desperately, dodging the branches on both sides, accidentally cut her arm by a rose thorn, she only snorted. Finding a dormitory, she opened the door and went in. Fu was out of breath. At this moment, someone grabbed Yue Mei with one hand, Yue Mei bent her waist and turned around to smile, the man hugged her small waist tightly. Seeing the blood on her arm, he lowered his head to help her sip it dry. Heh, they are lovers in love, acting like no one else.

Somehow, knowing Yuemei's secret, Fuzai felt very embarrassed, so she didn't turn her face away. Zhou Ziwen is so kind to Yuemei... Can heal but not self-heal She wanted to leave the small dormitory, but Yuemei stopped her. "Futou, let me introduce you. This is my friend Kuwahara, who read Kuwabara in Japanese." Fuzai looked at this tall and handsome man with black curly hair. He was looking at the guest and smiling. He turned out to be Japanese. His arms never left Yuemei's waistline. Fu Zai made up his mind, "I still have things to do, I'll take a step first."

Yue Mei then said, "Fortune is here, let's have dinner together." "No, I can't stay." Yuemei shrugged, "Kuwahara, you will be lonely tonight." Such a shrewd woman will sometimes be confused: Does Kuwabara feel lonely? Yue Mei smiled and took Fu Zai's hand, "We are leaving." Fu breathed a sigh of relief. Kuwahara kept smiling and walked them to the door. On the way home, Yuemei asked excitedly, "What do you think of Kuwahara?" Fu Zai asked, "How do you know him?" "Never mind the details, he's a learned man: Trinity Cambridge, honorable."

"Does he know you have a husband?" Yuemei grinned, "There's no need to hide it, we'll get married as soon as we get rid of Lao Zhou." Fu Zai let out a laugh. The staff dormitory was only a few hundred square feet at most, and the equipment was simple, how could Yuemei get used to it. Yuemei doesn't have the skills to make a living, so if she wants someone, she will lose all the enjoyment of life. Is she willing? Ah, Fuzai is surprised, she is so shrewd and thorough when looking at other people's problems, and those who can heal don't heal themselves.

Blessing is sad. "why are you laughing?" Fuzai confessed, "Yuemei, you have a lot of servants and drivers, and you use your hands to wash your face. This young and flirtatious Japanese is only suitable for boyfriends, don't you think so?" "Speaking of others, you are also the third and fourth." Fu Zai laughed at himself: "That's not true." Yue Mei suddenly said, "What if I have money?" Fu Zai was taken aback, "You took the lead in divorce, how dare you ask for alimony?" Yue Mei smiled, "Who said divorce?" Fu shuddered in his heart. "Like you, can you collect an insurance payment soon?" Fuzai don't turn your head away and don't make a sound. "Tell me, will Kuwahara be devoted to me for the rest of his life?" Fuzai muttered to himself: "Forever." "Yes." "A lifetime is a long time, and you get bored." are all strange women Yue Mei smiled: "I have a girlfriend who said: If I could get that person back then, I would like to shorten my life for ten years. If I see that person again today, I would not give her another ten years of life." Fu Zai sighed, "Who are those friends of yours?" Yue Mei smiled, "Fuzai, including you, are all strange women, Fuzai, all the women who survived are strange women." "Who said that some women get married and have children at a young age, and live happily at home all their lives." Yue Mei laughed, "That's the most amazing thing. I have an aunt who shares her husband's first salary to the last salary when he retires. Do you think this is a thorough ability? I am even more enthralled." "I can't tell you." Yue Mei raised her head, hahaha, and laughed carefreely for no reason. Fuzai said to her: "Mr. Zhou is a good man, please don't hurt him." "There are no bad people in the world, it's just that the environment is compelling, but this?" Fu sighed. The next day, she went to the insurance company. The familiar agent came out to meet her. He spread out all the documents for the client to sign, he hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but said: "What a coincidence, Mrs. Shao." Fu raised his head. "Mr. Shao was planning to withdraw his savings and close the account before his death." Fu Zai said lightly: "You are the one who persuaded him to continue to make contributions." "Yes, I suggest that." "I wrote you a check right away, remember?" "That's right, the company has to pay three million for this." Boo-jae shoves the file in front of him. She didn't expect her technique to be so sophisticated. "But, I didn't see Mr. Shao that day." Fu is ignoring him. "After that, I never saw Mr. Shao again." Fuzai was still silent. "The cause of death written on the death certificate was an accident, was it really an accident, or suicide?" Fu Zai looked at him, "I can't answer your question." "Mrs. Shao, what a coincidence?" Fu Zai reminded him: "The documents are all signed." "The company will deliver the money to you as soon as possible." "Excuse me." Fuzai has already stood up. "The police will continue to investigate." Fuzai has pushed the door open and left. The little manager was unwilling. Fu Zai sneered, and suddenly, she saw her own reflection on the window glass: frowning, mouth crooked, so ugly!She shuddered. Is this Wang Fu here?No, no, she wept.