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On December 22, I received another text message.
This text message is the same as the one sent by the mysterious person before: I know your secret.
But when I saw that phone number, it was no less emotional than when I threw Chen Yang's body into the sea in the early morning of December 4th.
The sound of the violent beating of the heart can be heard clearly.
This number is very familiar, it is Chen Yang's mobile phone number.
I clearly remember that that night, I stuffed Chen Yang's mobile phone into the sleeping bag and threw it into the sea together with Chen Yang's body.
And now, this number actually sent me a text message.
The first thing I thought of was the sleeping bag, and I guessed it must be the masterpiece of the mysterious person.
The only thing that can be explained is that that night, that mysterious man had actually been following me secretly.
When I threw Chen Yang's body into the sea, he picked up the sleeping bag again.
Chen Yang's body should have been put in an unknown place by him, and the sleeping bag was thrown casually by the sea, and Chen Yang's mobile phone naturally fell into his hands.
After such an analysis, everything can be explained.
The only thing that people don't understand is that that night, on the long seawall, I didn't see any vehicles behind me at all.
How on earth did the mysterious man follow me without letting me find out?
I called back Chen Yang's number.
"You are fucking endless, I just transferred money to you, so you have to stop for a few days."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak, but I could clearly hear his breathing, quite heavy.
"You fucking talking."
He didn't say anything after all, and just hung up.
Well, forget it, getting angry with the pervert is just being angry with yourself, why bother.
But things were obviously not as simple as I thought. That night, when I was sitting by the window looking at the path in front of the yard in a daze, the familiar number called again.
At first I didn't answer, even if I had something in his hands, he couldn't harass me day and night.
But he was very persistent, and he called tirelessly. When the fifth call came, I answered it.
The phone went on for a few seconds, no one spoke, and then hung up.
Then a text message pops up.
: Before 12:00 noon tomorrow, deposit 100,000 yuan into this account.
A string of mathematical account numbers is attached to the text message, and an account name is attached to the number: Zhang Mei.
The anger in my heart came up all of a sudden, and I only transferred 100,000 yuan before, and it was only two days later that I asked for money again.
I immediately called the phone, but no matter how I called, there was no answer.
I had to text.
: Bastard, you are endless. You just transferred 100,000 the day before yesterday, and now you want to transfer another 100,000. Do you really think I am a cash machine?
The other end quickly replied to the text message, eight simple words, but full of weight.
: It¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t switch, you will be responsible for the consequences.
Although I have unspeakable anger in my heart, I still choose to compromise. What can I do?
Purpose, I haven't figured out a way to get rid of that pervert, I can only let it be at the mercy of it.
Before 12 o'clock the next day, I transferred 100,000 yuan to the account named Zhang Mei.
Most of the day I sat in front of the computer, searching for cases of extortion.
Unfortunately, no solution was found.
This kind of extortion cases that were seized by others, without exception, ended in police intervention.
Unless it is absolutely necessary, I naturally don't want to go to that step.
But I have that hunch that this day is coming.
Since I was in college, I have never asked my rich dad for money.
? Although I have made some money writing books over the years, I still can¡¯t hold back and spit out hundreds of thousands of dollars, and the point where I¡¯m at the end of my life is only enough to be blackmailed by that pervert seven or eight times.
At this stalemate.
Mom Luo Qingqing came to make trouble again. She has been at home all over the world for so many years, and she can go wherever it is fun.
I often ask my father for money in my name, and my father also remembers that he used to be a husband and wife, and often helped her, anyway, he has money.
Some time ago, Luo Qingqing also sent a video saying that she was basking in the sun on the beach in the Maldives. In the video, there was a handsome blond guy beside her.
Luo Qingqing's life motto is to act in timeLe, there has never been a lack of male companions around these years, and each of them is younger and better-looking than the other.
In my eyes, my mother is actually a very immature woman. Although she is quite old, her thinking is very naive.
She told me that every relationship she had was true, and those handsome guys also had true love for her.
She is living in the lies she wove for herself, and I can't bear to expose the men who surround her. In fact, they don't love her, but love the money she spent on them without hesitation.
Since this is the joy of her life, why should I be that unflattering person.
Since Luo Qingqing divorced her father Yang Zhongqiu when she was in junior high school, Luo Qingqing has hardly fulfilled the role of mother.
She would only give me an innocuous call on my birthday.
In her words: "Mimi, Lao Yang is not short of money. Things in this world that can be solved with money are not a problem. I believe that Lao Yang can take good care of you, and I also believe in my smart daughter. Can take care of myself."
What she said was not unreasonable, and Yang Zhongqiu often comforted me.
"Your mother, it's fine if she doesn't want us to take care of her. If you want to get maternal love from her, I think it's better to save yourself. She is a woman who can't grow up."
This young woman, without saying hello, went straight to Haiyang, her own daughter, me.
December 24, this day is Christmas Eve in the West.
When I was sitting in the yard chatting with Erdan, a taxi stopped in front of the yard, and a dusty woman got out of the car.
I can't remember the last time I saw Luo Qingqing, it seems that when I was 18 years old, she came back to see me once.
To put it nicely, I said that I came back to celebrate her girl and I came of age, but in fact it was because my pocket was empty. When I left, I broke my piggy bank and took away the full pot of money in my storage. Not a single dollar was left for me.
That day, I stood in front of the window on the second floor, watching my father Yang Zhongqiu give her a bank card, and then she kissed Yang Zhongqiu hard on the face in front of Yang Zhongqiu's little wife, and then walked away. go.
She has always been so chic.
After so many years, when she was no longer Luo Qingqing who turned on filters and beautification in the video, I hardly recognized her.
In the impression of a delicate face, now when he smiles, his face is full of traces of time.
There are several white hairs mixed with the blonde hair dyed on the front of the forehead.
She yelled at me from afar.
"Mimi, my Mimi, I miss you so much."
Across the courtyard gate, I wasn't surprised, even disgusted. At this chaotic time, wouldn't her coming add to the chaos?
I said coldly: "What are you doing here?"
"Look at your child talking. Of course I came to see my dearest girl. Open the door quickly and let me take a look. I really miss my old lady." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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