Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

When it came to money, the two fell silent.

When Qiao Yi walked to a dilapidated family building with a sad face, she vaguely remembered that the original owner lived here, but she couldn't remember exactly how many floors and households she lived in, so it was hard to ask Wen Jia.

When she was hesitating about how to formulate Wenjia's words, Wenjia stepped into the building before her, and kept looking back to urge her to hurry up.

The third floor, 301, is where she lives.

However, it wasn't the way that Wen Jia pointed her, but as soon as she got to the third floor, the fool knew that 301 was her home.

Because the door of her house was splashed with blood, and on the wall beside her, there were two huge letters written in blood: Repay the money!

Wen Jia had seen this kind of battle, and when he came back to his senses, he turned around and dragged Qiao to run,

One, no, it's not safe here, you can't live here.

Qiao Yi grabbed her and begged, Don't go, they shouldn't come back in a short time, I just come back to change my clothes, and I have to go to the hospital to see my brother. I'll stay soon, can you stay with me for a while?

In fact, when she came back, she also had another intention. Her memory reception of the original owner was really bad, and she couldn't remember many things. For example, in the box just now, the meaning of Qiao Shi's words, it seems that they are not in the same class? Did the original owner change classes halfway through? These things were blank in her mind. She wanted to come back to find the answer. Maybe the original owner would have the habit of writing a diary?

Seeing Qiao Yi's pitiful appearance, although Wen Jia was frightened to death, he nodded hesitantly, Then you should be quick with your hands and feet, and try to evacuate within an hour.

The door lock had been pried open, and it was hanging on the door. As soon as Joe opened the door, he walked in, and Wen Jia followed behind her.

The lights were turned on, and the furnishings in the room could be seen at a glance. In a one-bedroom, one-living house, apart from a dilapidated folding table and two chairs, there was no TV or sofa in the living room. The mottled walls were bare. , so shabby that Qiao Yi's brain twitched.

Heh... She laughed to herself, I'm afraid the debt collectors splashed red paint after prying into my house.

Wen Jia was not surprised by the poverty of her family. The first thing she did when she entered the door was to slam the only big item in the family, the broken folding table, onto the door.

After making sure that the door would not be pushed open from the outside, he turned to ask her, Why do you say that?

I thought I would pry my house so I could find something valuable to settle the bill, but I found out that my house is cleaner than the street, and I can pick up a piece or two when I walk. In my house, except for the broken copper and iron in the kitchen Besides, there are only broken sheets left, can these debt collectors not be angry?

Qiao Yi knew about the poverty of the original owner, otherwise the original owner would not have gone to the clubhouse to be a dancer.

It's just that the gap between knowing and seeing with your own eyes is too big! Looking at this dilapidated house, Qiao Yi sighed deeply in his heart. No wonder the original owner turned black in the book. With his current strength, how could he possibly save Qiao Lian and his younger brother?

Although the house was broken, Qiao Yi was still like a master, beckoning Wen Jia to sit down on the broken chair in her house, while he went to the only bedroom in the house.

Not to mention the bedroom, a desk, a wardrobe, and a bed. Joe looked through it in 10 minutes, but couldn't find anything.

Facts have proved that the original owner not only did not have the habit of writing a diary, but also did not even read books, and could not find half a piece of paper in the bedroom!

Qiao Yi is speechless, it is not good to be a teacher!

Forget it, in the beginning, she just came back to try her luck. She has a second thing to do, which is a serious matter.

She opened the closet, and among the hot-eyed killer clothes, she found two more normal sportswear.

In fact, it didn't go anywhere normally, a light green hoodie with floral pants. This color combination made Joe keep pumping, but there was nothing else for her to choose.

After getting her clothes, she hurried into the bathroom.

In the cramped small bathroom, as soon as Joe opened the bathroom cabinet, he frantically rummaged. She didn't believe it. The original owner didn't read books, so she could figure it out, but the tattoo on the original owner's body was probably drawn by her?

Sure enough, let her find a lot of stickers that haven't been used yet, and a can of sticker cleaner that's running out.

She rolled up all the useless tattoo stickers, threw them in the trash, stripped them naked, and poured the cleaning solution on the tattooed areas.

Seeing those messy or terrifying tattoos being wiped off by her little by little, revealing the white and shiny skin under the tattoos, Joe was indescribably happy.

Hey, why can't this tattoo be removed?

It's over, the little cuties who are chasing books, take a bubble~