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When Shi Xiahe returned to the rental house, it was already midnight.

There are traces of him everywhere in the room of more than ten square meters.

The worn-out men's slippers in the hallway, the tooth cups placed side by side on the sink, the razor she bought for him frugally on the bedside table, the cheap coat on the hanger that was washed white...

Everything reminded her that a man named Ah Shen once lived here.

She raised her eyes and saw the faded photo on the wall.

The man in the photo was wearing a cheap white T-shirt, lowering his head and kissing her face, his eyebrows gentle.

At that time, he hugged her and said, "Ah He, when I make money, I will let you live a good life."

Shi Xiahe stared at the photo and suddenly felt ridiculous.

It turns out that the good life he was talking about was when he turned around and went back to get engaged to someone else.

So what are the five years she spent devoting her heart and soul to her?

Consider it a pastime when he lost his memory and was in trouble?

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Yan Jinshen sent a message: [I have a very important client to accompany tonight, and I may not be able to go back.You go to sleep first and I will explain to you tomorrow.】

Accompany clients?Or stay with Miss Song?

Or, to accompany Miss Xia, who is about to get engaged to him?

She looked at it for a long time, until the screen went dark.

In the end, I only typed five words: [Let’s break up.】

That night, she received no reply.

Early the next morning, Shi Xiahe went out to work as usual.

In the morning, she went to a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy part-time to get medicine. The boss kicked her out with a cold face.

At noon, she went to the street corner Malatang stall to help cook, but the stall owner told her not to come again.

When she went to the office building to do cleaning work in the afternoon, her supervisor blocked the door and didn't even let her in.

In one day, all three jobs were lost.

Shi Xiahe stood in the sun, his hands and feet were cold.

Her first reaction was that her grandfather's nemesis was messing with her again.

That old guy has been holding up her medical license all these years, preventing her from opening a clinic or entering a hospital. Not even decent pharmaceutical companies dared to hire her.

Now, are you even unwilling to let go of this kind of hard work?

She stopped Manager Liu and asked, "Is someone doing something behind my back?"

Manager Liu looked around and lowered his voice: "Xiaohe, I heard that you offended Mr. Yan last night. Now it has spread in the circle. Anyone who dares to use you will be in trouble with the Yan family. How can a small company like ours dare to take such a risk?"

Shi Xiahe came out of the office building and walked down the street in despair.

Yan Jin had lied to her, had sex with her, and now wanted to cut off her livelihood.

The cell phone rang at this moment.

On the other end of the phone was the anxious voice of a nurse from my hometown pharmacy.

"Xiaohe, the residual poison in your mother's body has returned again, and she has been in pain all night. The doctor said that you need to use Zizhi Heart Protecting Liquid as soon as possible, otherwise it will get worse at night."

Shi Xiahe's throat tightened: "Okay, I'll buy medicine right away."

Back then, my grandfather was competing for the position of president of the city's Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. The other party knew he couldn't compete, so he poisoned the well.

Because of this, my grandfather passed away with regret, and his adoptive father also left after three years.

Now only the adoptive mother was left. The poisoning was the most minor but it also damaged her roots. She relied on Shi Xiahe's bitter medicine to hang on to her life.

But the toxicity recurs over time, and expensive drugs must be used to relieve the pain.

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