"Oh … I accidentally crashed into someone. I'm fine, it's just that the car is a little damaged, so I didn't tell you."
As Huo Mien spoke, she carefully glanced at Qin Chu, afraid that he would see through her …
"I'm glad you're fine. Be careful in the future."
"Okay." Huo Mien nodded and let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't look at this car, it's too unsafe. I'll order another one for you."
"But …"
"No buts, just accept it." Qin Chu overbearingly stopped her from saying no.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Qin." Huo Mien wrapped her arms around his neck and acted cute.
Because they woke up late, neither of them had breakfast. Qin Chu drove Huo Mien to work in his Maybach.
When Huo Mien arrived at the recuperation center, breakfast was already prepared in the office.
"Head Nurse, you're here. Someone just delivered this."
Huo Mien saw the soy milk and the brand of the headline. She immediately knew that it was Qin Chu, because he was the only one who knew what she liked to eat and which restaurant she liked to eat at. He knew her like the back of his hand.
During lunch break, Huo Mien suddenly received a call from Zhixin.
"Sis, come home quickly. Something happened."
Huo Mien thought that something happened to his mother, so he immediately drove home.
From afar, he saw the word 'demolition' spray-painted on the wall of his house.
"Zhixin, what's going on?"
When Huo Mien walked in, Zhixin and his mother were sitting under a tree in the yard.
Yang Meirong was crying non-stop, and Zhixin was comforting her.
"Sis … our house is going to be demolished."
"Demolition?" Huo Mien was stunned.
Our house is only about a hundred square meters, including the yard, so they can only give us 200,000 yuan. However, with the current housing prices in our city, 200,000 yuan is probably not even enough for the down payment to buy a house elsewhere. Mom doesn't want to move, and she and Auntie Wu insist on staying. In the end, a group of hooligans just came and forcefully sprayed paint in front of our house. They even said that if we don't move out, they will directly use a forklift to demolish the house. When that time comes, whether we live or die will be up to fate. "
"Ridiculous! Who gave them the right to do that?" Huo Mien was filled with grief and indignation.
She really didn't expect that the things she often saw on the news would happen to her one day.
"Mom … don't be afraid, I won't let them do anything."
"Those people are hooligans, we can't afford to offend them. I'm old, so I'm fine, but you and your brother … I have to consider your safety. How about I tell Auntie Wu and the others to move out for 1,500 yuan?"
"Mom, no, this isn't about money, it's about human rights. We can't take this lying down … Don't worry, leave it to me."
After speaking, Huo Mien stood up …
She wanted to call Qin Chu and ask him, but Zhixin walked over and whispered, "Sis, do you know which company is trying to demolish us?"
"Don't tell me it's GK?" Huo Mien asked in fear.
"How is that possible? What are you thinking? Why would Brother Qin Chu do that? "Zhixin smiled.
"Then which company is it?" Huo Mien looked at Zhixin in confusion.
"It's … the Huo Corporation," Zhixin whispered.
"The Huo Corporation?" Huo Mien was surprised as well.
"Sis, keep your voice down, don't let Mom hear you. If she finds out, she'll go after the Huo Family again. A few days ago, Huo Yanyan and her mother came, but Mom kicked them out. Do you think it's revenge? So …? "
"Huo Yanyan doesn't have that much power, hmph …" After speaking, Huo Mien turned around and left.
"Sis, where are you going?"
"I'm going to deal with him." After speaking, Huo Mien got into her car and sped to the Huo Corporation's headquarters.
"Huo Siqian … come out, you bastard." Huo Mien couldn't help but curse because she was too angry. She knew that Huo Siqian was the boss of the Huo Corporation, and Huo Siqian knew about the demolition of her home.
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