1853. Chapter 1853 The High-Cold Learning God of Bullies and Scum (42)

This place is too cheap and too chaotic.

So all kinds of three religions and nine streams may come.

Crime rates are also high.

Xia Hanyang: "Slum?"

He had never been to such a place.

So the first time I came, I saw the filthy corridor, and even the lights were broken.

Smells.

The walls are also stained with aged yellow oil.

All kinds of cockroaches and mice rushed past his explanation.

Xia Hanyang felt that it was impossible for Bai Weiwei to live in such a place.

How could she live in such a place?

The annoyance of being teased in my heart turned into an extremely depressed and uncomfortable feeling.

This discomfort, is it worry?

Xia Hanyang frowned, still not sure if the address was wrong.

But they all went upstairs, so he had to confirm it last time.

Xia Hanyang even hoped that Bai Weiwei had better falsely reported her address.

The sound of the water fell, and Bai Weiwei poured out the water from the bath. The only remaining clothes were relatively thin.

Reluctantly took out a fairly old one, then wiped off the body and got dressed.

The school uniform was washed by the way, she was wearing a long cotton white dress, and she went out.

Where did the slippers go?

Bai Weiwei squatted under the chair, looking at the seam of the chair, trying to find slippers.

Suddenly there was the sound of the door opening from behind.

Without a systematic reminder, Bai Weiwei didn't respond for a while.

Because when the system was in the past, as long as anyone approached her, he would tell her immediately.

She is also mentally prepared.

Although I know that the system has gone to a meeting.

But long-standing habits create a terrible inertia.

When Bai Weiwei heard the sound of the door opening, she was sluggish for a while and did not turn around immediately.

And the middle-aged drunk who stumbled in was cursing.

"Stinky bitch, lie to me to invest, fuck you, when I read the book, you are all rubbish?"

Then the drunk man suddenly saw Bai Weiwei squatting on the ground.

She had just taken a shower, and her black hair was hanging down around her waist.

The fine water droplets fell on the cotton skirt, leaching out traces.

Obviously conservative clothes.

But on that thin and beautiful back, the drunk man's eyes lit up.

His eyes gleamed with wicked greed.

Isn't this the oil bottle of his dead mother-in-law?

By the way, he seems to remember something.

The people on the debt collection side were chasing after him, and he seemed to have mortgaged Bai Weiwei to them.

Bai Weiwei just came of age this year. If she sells it at this age, in addition to paying off her debts, she can also exchange for some gambling money.

The alcoholic remembered this.

Suddenly he walked over happily, "Daughter, I'm going to sell it anyway, so take pity on me and comfort me."

The alcoholic is also Bai Weiwei's stepfather.

Stumbled to catch Bai Weiwei.

I was thinking about expecting cheap outsiders.

Why don't he come first and make her a real woman.

Then sell her to a debtor.

Bai Weiwei finally reacted, and after a quick thought, she knew who this guy was.

Then he saw the greedy look in his eyes again.

She squinted her eyes clearly, and her eyes were extremely cold.

Even with a gloomy murderous aura.

to sell?

comfort him?

Who is she, you can basically guess what this guy did.

Pay off the debt, or sell her to the prostitute for gambling money.

And this guy is planning to do something unconscionable to her.

Bai Weiwei said calmly, "Scumbag."

The drunkard paused, shook his heavy head, wait, she was scolding him.

The stepdaughter, who was usually submissive, suddenly became tough.

He immediately said viciously: "Drag the oil bottle, rebelled against you, dare to scold me."