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Chapter 588

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"Did she fall in accidentally?"

Bei Yunge raised an eyebrow.

The rumors outside were that she had committed suicide.

"A person like her won't commit suicide. She knows very well that Fu Yanbai dotes on her. As long as she makes a fuss, Fu Yanbai will give her everything. "

Song Yao smiled.

No matter how sick Fu Yanbai's feelings for Yu Ling were, Yu Ling was still able to handle him. She knew that only Fu Yanbai could give her what she wanted.

"You're not friends with her, right?"

Bei Yunge glanced at her.

Song Yao nodded hesitantly, but she pinched the corner of her skirt unconsciously.

This was the first time someone had said this.

As for the others, they always thought that she had a good relationship with Yu Ling.

But no, it was never like that.

"Silly girl."

Bei Yunge smirked unconsciously and poked Song Yao's head with her index finger. "But no one will find trouble with their friends time and time again."

"I've never liked her."

Song Yao did not hide her feelings for Yu Ling at all.

"Do I look like her?" Bei Yunge raised her eyebrows.

If they were really that alike, why did Song Yao treat her so well the moment they met?

As a result, Bei Yunge had always wondered if this girl was stupid.

"Do we look alike?"

Song Yao looked at Bei Yunge and shook her head. "I don't think so."

She liked Bei Yunge because Bei Yunge was good-looking. She looked like the Ragdoll cat she had raised before when she was half asleep on the table.

Hearing this, Pei Yunge lost interest in Fu Yanbai and his wife.

"How much money does your family owe?" Bei Yunge asked.

"Ge 'er, I know you're very good, but I shouldn't trouble you." Song Yao had a bottom line in her heart. There were some things that she shouldn't trouble her friends with.

Bei Yunge took out a card and stuffed it into Song Yao's pocket. She said slowly, "Then you can sell yourself to me. You can work and go to school at the same time. Do you want to participate in the competition? "

"But I owe a lot …"

Song Yao couldn't even look up and didn't dare to look at Bei Yunge.

"There's one hundred million in this card. If you think it's not enough, I'll bring another card tomorrow."

Song Yao was speechless.

Had she been away from the rich for too long?

The pocket money of the rich and powerful nowadays was measured in hundreds of millions?

In the past, she only had a few hundred thousand yuan in pocket money a month.

"I can't take this money."

Song Yao returned the card to Bei Yunge.

"I didn't say that you can't pay me back. The winner of the World Championship gets 300,000 yuan," Bei Yunge said.

Song Yao asked, "You're not participating?"

"Yes."

Bei Yunge had no intention of going abroad for the Youth World Championship.

"But first place is too …" Difficult.

Before Song Yao could finish speaking, she felt Bei Yunge's gaze and fell silent.

When Lu Yuansi returned, he saw the crime scene.

"Cough, cough. Let's drink."

Lu Yuansi immediately eased the atmosphere and made up for the birthday party that he did not follow the procedures properly last time.

The next day.

Fu Yanbai received a call.

"What is it?"

Fu Yanbai's voice was hoarse. There was a female companion on the bed.

"Young Master Fu, Song Yao … returned the money."

Hearing this, Fu Yanbai's eyes turned cold.

More than 70 million yuan.

How could Song Yao have the money to return it?!

Soon, Fu Yanbai thought of that person from yesterday.

Bei Yunge …

After a while, he said coldly, "I'll deal with it."

Was Song Yao trying to escape?

Did she think that she could live a stable life just because someone had returned the money for her?

She should live a lowly life for the rest of her life to atone for her sins.



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