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Please Permit Me To Love You Forever-Chapter 111
111 You want to leave and be the Overlord?
โI donโt want money. You just need to give me something on you as collateral.โ The driver turned around and smiled at Rong Jia. ๐งr๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๏ฝovel.๐o๐
rong jia was stunned. she had been beaten too many times today, and she felt that her brain might be a little rusty.
โYingluo, what do you mean?โ
โItโs nothing,โ the driver laughed. Itโs just the literal meaning, donโt you understand?โ After saying that, he lowered his head and muttered to himself, โ thatโs not right. Boss didnโt say that heโs retarded? โ
Rong Jia felt that the atmosphere was not right. She quietly opened the door and wanted to get out.
This place was already close to her house. As long as she moved fast enough, it was not entirely impossible for her to escape.
but just as the car door was pushed open, the driver jumped out. โ โHey, donโt go. You havenโt left your fare. If you want to leave, take the kingโs car?โ
The driver grabbed Rong Jia and carried her to the trunk like a little chick.
โYingluo, Who are you? what are you doing?โ Rong Jia was so scared that she was trembling. f๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ผัต๐l.๐๐ฐ๐ถ
The driver opened the trunk and took out a brick. He then smiled at Rong Jia, โ itโs nothing. Iโm just getting the fare. Donโt worry, itโll be quick. You have to believe me. Iโm quick and accurate. Iโm really strong.
Before Rong Jia could figure out what was going on, she was pushed to the ground.
The driver pressed her upper body with his knee and pressed her right hand to the ground. Then he raised the brick, aimed it at Rong Jiaโs index finger, and smashed it down quickly.
Before Rong Jia could scream like a pig being slaughtered, the driver had already stuffed a rag that he usually used to clean the window into her mouth.
the driver pinched rong jiaโs bleeding finger and said, โ donโt scream. what are you screaming for? iโm just collecting a reasonable amount of money. you donโt look like a poor person. you donโt owe me a debt, do you? โ
He felt that the brick he had just thrown wasnโt very good, so he added three more bangs.
โ well, thatโs great, yingluo. โ however, his middle finger was also bleeding. the driver scratched his head in embarrassment. โ uh, iโm so sorry. itโs dark and i didnโt see it clearly. iโm so sorry. i donโt think miss is a petty person. weโre even now. goodbye. if thereโs a chance in the future, sit in my car again. iโll definitely give you a discount. โ
After saying that, he quickly jumped into the car and ran away, leaving only a trail of exhaust fumes behind him.
Rong Jiaโs mouth was stuffed with rags, and the bones in her right index finger had been completely broken. The ten fingers were connected to her heart. The pain was beyond what her body could bear, and Rong Jia could not cry anymore. Her consciousness was blurry, but she still wanted to crawl home.
however, when she saw her right hand, the pain that her nose and body suffered almost made her collapse. seeing this scene, rong jiaโs entire body collapsed, and her neck tilted to the side as she passed out.
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In contrast, Rong Jiaโs fingers were crippled and she was lying miserably on the cold Street.
on the top floor of block A in the empire, it was a different scene. the room was full of charm.
Rong Yan was wearing a short nurseโs uniform. Her clothes looked intact, and a stethoscope was hanging around her neck. However, the nurseโs hat on her head had long been lost. Her hair was messy, and her forehead was wet. Her hair was stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes were blurred as if her soul had left her body.
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Itโs almost the new year, and your writing resistance has flared up again. You want to chop off your hands the moment you start writing, right? writing a word is like suicide.
This is so hard! Most importantly, itโs completely wood-powered! What was this?