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I smiled. "Mom, five hundred yuan is not enough." "My brother bought a new limited edition pair of sneakers yesterday, which cost more than 6,000 yuan." "With such a small living allowance, I can't even afford to eat, but your son is wearing such expensive shoes. Isn't it inappropriate?" My dad frowned and looked at Xie Yulan after hearing what I said: "Why did you buy such expensive shoes for your son?" Xie Yulan immediately panicked: "Lao Liu, those are imitations, not real ones!" I smiled and shook my head: "Mom, my brother has posted the Nike invoice on his circle of friends, you say it's fake?" Xie Yulan was stunned by my retort, and then tears came down. She always does this. Whenever my dad says something to her, she cries. Then my dad hurried to coax her, and it always works. But this time, she miscalculated. My dad frowned and looked at her impatiently. Seeing that the situation was not good, she immediately changed her tactics and looked at my dad with tears in her eyes. "Lao Liu, I was used to a hard life when I was young, and now I want to make it up to Xiaojun." My father finally softened his heart and stopped talking to her. He turned to me and said, "Xiao Hui, then 2,000 a month." 4 Although 2,000 is not a lot, it is not a problem to maintain daily expenses if you spend it frugally. In my previous life, I had no source of income and my life was extremely difficult. Because I was too tired from doing odd jobs and had little rest time, I was malnourished and had serious stomach problems. Now I finally don't have to live as hard as in my previous life.
I can spend more time and energy on studying. With a spirit of not admitting defeat, I graduated with excellent grades. I received an offer from a big company, and I was finally able to be self-reliant. Recently, the company has a big project to be launched, and everyone has to work overtime. When I finished, it was already past 7 o'clock in the evening. I hurried to the rental house. Suddenly, a figure flashed out and blocked me. Xie Jun, Xie Yulan's son, the little hooligan who killed me. "Hello, sister." Xie Jun was dressed in a slovenly way, and his eyes looked me up and down with lustful eyes. I looked at him coldly and said nothing. In my previous life, these eyes made me extremely disgusted. Xie Jun often touched me. Once, he sneaked into my room, pressed me against the French window, and tore my clothes. I struggled desperately, but it was useless. He didn't stop until he touched the fruit knife next to him and scratched him. Afterwards, I told my dad. Xie Yulan started crying right away. She said it was all her fault, that being a stepmother was hard and that she had implicated her own son. The implication was that I was lying and deliberately making trouble. We didn't get along well in the first place. Plus Xie Jun refused to admit it and said that I scratched him on purpose. He even pretended to swear to chop off his hand.
My dad quickly stopped Xie Jun, turned around and scolded me: "You jinx, not only did you kill your mother, but now you are ruining this family." I could only shed tears of humiliation silently. But now. 5 "Sister, why don't you say anything?" Xie Jun's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Why are you here?" I asked coldly. Xie Jun said with a playful smile: "Why, don't you welcome me?" "Get out of here." I said word by word. Xie Jun's face froze, and then he showed an obscene smile: "Sister, do you miss your brother?" "Do you want to play with your brother?" I said angrily: "Go and play with your mother!" Xie Jun was so angry that his face turned red, and he rushed up: "Stinky bitch, what the hell are you talking about?" "Teacher Zhang." I pretended to shout behind Xie Jun.
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