After saying goodbye to the owner of the dry cleaner, Feng Qitong returned home with deep thoughts.

Although she knew that her family must be rich, but she did not expect that her family was already rich enough to wear hundreds of thousands of casual clothes!

One hundred eighty thousand, that was a number he had never seen before when he grew up!

Is he still qualified to pursue her?

...

When Feng Qitong returned home, his mother's exaggerated moan came from home again.

Opening the door blankly, he didn't even look at the two people who hadn't closed the door, and went straight back to his room.

Upon seeing this, the strange man in the room was surprised: "Who is that man? It's calm enough!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Qitong's mother's pale face showed a disgusting smile, "He, it's my son! His own!"

As soon as these words came out, the man in her couldn't help being even more surprised, "You sell in front of your son, he is not angry?"

"Heh, what right does he have to be angry? If I didn't sell it, does he think he can grow up to now? What right does he have to be angry with me? Use strength!"

When the man heard this, he felt extremely excited.

It's exciting to be so irritating to his mother in front of her son!

...

Feng Qitong went to her small bathroom to take a shower with a cold face after returning home.

Cold water rushed through the smooth muscles of his body, and through the stained mirror in front of him, a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Such him, what qualifications does he have to pursue a clean and pure daughter!

Didn't he stop his mother from continuing to do what he is doing now, but what about that woman? Not only was he unwilling, but he even stepped up to take more men home, doing so in front of him, it was not more than a dozen times.

Even, sometimes he suggested that he go to a club to be near the rich woman!

He felt uncomfortable at first, but after a long time, it didn't matter.

She has to choose the cheap, so why does he have to pull people back?

...

After taking a shower and changing clean clothes, the sound in the next room continued. Feng Qitong didn't move at all after hearing it, but felt nauseous.

Picking up his mobile phone, he put on a T-shirt, turned and left the door without looking back.

What he didn't know was that his front foot had been walking for less than half an hour, and his back foot caught fire at home because of the aging circuit.

The fire was originally aimed at Feng Xitong, but at this moment, Feng Qitong's mother and the guest who fell asleep soon afterwards were trapped in the fire.

When the two were woken up by the smoke, the fire had spread to them, and the two ran out quickly in fright.

But there was fire all around, and the house was full of beer bottles thrown by Feng Qitong’s mother who was drunk on weekdays. It was messy everywhere, so the two of them ran less than three or four meters and stepped on the beer bottles. Arrived.

As a result, the two could only watch the door of the room in front of them, but they could no longer break through.

...

Due to the extraordinarily dirty and messy area, the fire brigade was delayed some time when it received the call.

When the fire went out, the two had died in the room with twisted poses.

When Feng Qitong got the news, she was watching people racing on the road outside.

Hearing the news of the fire at home, he immediately ran back towards the house.

Although he hated that woman so much, she was his only relative in this world after all.