Joke novels of ancient poor literati

"Are you Ruanmian?" Zhao looked at the thin little girl in front of him, and his face flashed a little picky.

She ran all the way from Beicheng to this remote place, but she was too disappointed. At least she is Ruan Zhengguo's daughter. How did she get into such a pitiful state?

"Mianmian, come on, call mom." Li pushed the girl around her, and her face was full of pleasing smiles. "Sister, don't be disgusted, the child will be shy with strangers, and it will be fine after a while."

Ruanmian looked at the strange woman in front of her. She is wearing a red dress and carrying a beautiful bag, and she has a faint perfume.

She looked at herself with critical and disgusting eyes. Ruanmian clenched his fist silently, thinking, this is her mother.

"All right, all right." Zhao waved impatiently, took out a bank card and put it on the table. "I took it with me. Take this 500 thousand first. Don't contact her in the future so as not to delay her. "

Li carefully took the business card, looked at Ruanmian beside her, and thought of the man still lying in the hospital, and she endured disappointment in her heart. It is said that I have been raised as a daughter for 18 years, but in the face of money, I want to throw everything away.

After half an hour, Ruanmian sat down.