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It's late at night.

The sea city is lined with high-rise buildings, neon lights are flashing, and the nightlife has just begun.

Zhao Yingyue took a taxi and drove straight to the eastern suburbs of the city.

Forty minutes later, the person successfully arrived at the community, found his location with ease, and took the elevator upstairs.

The person who opened the door was the green-haired Li Gang. He took off his makeup, revealing a fairly fair and young face.

"Sister, you came just in time, Huang Mao has just woken up."

The three of them live in a small two-bedroom apartment, and each person pays an average of 1,000 yuan per month. In this city where land is at a premium, it is considered a very good deal.

But in the past two days, they picked up some yellow hair in the Internet cafe and gave up a bed.

There is only one left, so I can only squeeze it in.

Zhao Yingyue walked to the second bedroom and asked casually: "Gangzi, why do you still pick people up at home? Aren't you afraid of picking up a wanted criminal?"

Li Gang smiled, showing two rows of neat teeth, "Sister, you will know when you meet him later, he is handsome! He looks like a rich man."

Being handsome is not the key, being rich is the key.

Isn’t that what modern novels and TV dramas do?The real identity of the person the protagonist picks up is shocking!

Maybe their third brother took away this shitty luck?

The two of them entered the second bedroom one after the other.

Then they saw the three people in the room looking at each other, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Pink-haired Ningnan had a drooped face and was about to cry without tears: "Sister, it's over, we seem to have picked up a fool."

How can anyone ask who they are as soon as they open their eyes?

The gray-haired Fan Ge was still calm. He took out his mobile phone and silently pressed three numbers, "I'll call the police."

"Wait a minute."

Zhao Yingyue stopped him and looked at Huang Mao on the bed, her eyes full of surprise.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is definitely the most handsome man she has ever seen besides her brothers at home.

Under the incandescent lamp, he sat there quietly.

Her short, platinum-blond hair was messy when she slept, giving her a bit of unruly laziness.

The long and narrow black eyes are as beautiful as expensive obsidian, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are bright red, and they look kissable.

Zhao Yingyue came closer, smiling like Grandma Wolf.

"Are you okay?"

The man stared at her, and the next second, he asked: "Who are you?"

The voice was deep and hoarse.

Soon, he looked confused again and muttered to himself: "Who am I?"

Zhao Yingyue suppressed the joy that kept rising in her chest and tried to make her expression look painful.

I was originally worried about where to find someone to act.

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