Chapter 8

She's going to hold on to this high branch.

He can make her from the ranks of international stars with a word of his gallantry. Besides, she can't wait for such a beautiful face, which is bestowed by heaven, to have more hidden rules.

The air was slightly cold, and the sharp pain made Gu Xiaoai sit down with his back against the barbed wire.

Today, she was raped by a strange man.

How can Gu Xiaoai make herself such a situation, just for a piece of gossip news, is it worth it?

His shoulders trembled and tears finally fell.

The slender hand clenches the collar in front of the chest, Gu Xiaoai cries.

Take off the sweater and tie it at the waist to block the ultra short skirt and cover up the embarrassing buttocks, so Gu Xiaoai reluctantly went back to his uncle's home.

"Xiao AI, you went to guard the spot last night. How about taking pictures of mysterious creatures?" My Uncle Ye Yongcheng came out of the house with a briefcase and ran into her. He asked, 48 year old men have a lot of decapitation and beer belly.

But he was not successful in his career. He made a magazine look like it was on the verge of death.

Gu Xiaoai said with a bitter smile, "No."

She used to get a bigger picture, which could bring the whole magazine back to life. But now, she even lost herself.

"If not, I'll go to work first." My uncle patted her on the shoulder and walked out.

There was a shrill cry from my aunt in the room, "I can't live this day! Ye Yongcheng, other people are men, and you are also men. Others move to the city with their families. The bigger the house is, the bigger the house is. You're a loser. You can't accomplish anything. You'll come back with a tow bottle and live for nine years! "

She is Gu Xiaoai, the oil bottle.

Nine years ago, she was just a junior high school student. Her father's company went bankrupt and she was put in jail. Her mother committed suicide by jumping from a building.

She changed from a little princess who was full of stars to a disaster that everyone could not avoid overnight.

Fortunately, she had an uncle who adopted her and asked her to come to the magazine to help.

She threw her aunt's curse away from the door. Gu Xiaoai took a shower. The water in her room was never very warm. It was always half warm.

In the mirror, there are several red and blood stasis pinched up on the snow-white skin, which is shocking.

The man who occupied her everything came back clearly.

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