Unexpectedly, this Yang Haichuan still refuses to let Liu Zixia go. He will eventually pay the price for his actions.
In an old house at the end of a small alley, Yang Haichuan looked at Liu Zixia who was still in a coma on the bed. A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Liu Zixia, it's all because of you that I, Yang Haichuan, have ended up with nothing today. I have lost everything, why do you marry Lu Chenyu and become a rich wife!"
"Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to unbutton Liu Zixia's clothes.
At this moment, his cell phone rang.
He answered the call impatiently, and Sister Ping's cold voice came from the phone.
"Yang Haichuan, how are you? Has Liu Zixia got it?"
The corner of Yang Haichuan's mouth raised slightly, he lit a cigarette, and said with a proud voice: "I, Yang Haichuan, take action, sister Ping, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you. I will take a photo for you now. You give me half first
How’s the money?”
"Okay, if Liu Zixia is really in your hands now, then I will transfer 500,000 to you immediately. The remaining 1 million, when you finish shooting the video, we will pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other."
"Okay! I, Yang Haichuan, am taking care of things, so don't worry, Sister Ping."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Haichuan took a photo of Liu Zixia's unconscious body.
After Sister Ping received the photo, her face showed a hint of confidence that she was determined to win.
Nan Nan beside her excitedly held her hand: "Aunt, that's great, that's great. If Mr. Lu sees Liu Zixia doing that kind of thing with another man, he will definitely divorce her."
Sister Ping pinched her nose lovingly: "Nan Nan, be smarter when doing things in the future, and don't trust anyone easily. What happened last time, if it weren't for my aunt, you would be finished now."
Nan Nan hugged Sister Ping's neck and acted coquettishly: "I know, I will never go drinking again in the future. Nan Nan knows that my aunt treats Nan Nan best."
"You are about to become the young mistress of the Lu family, and you are still so childish!"
Sister Ping loves this niece from the bottom of her heart.
In the old private house, after Yang Haichuan sent the photo, he waited for ten minutes, and his bank card prompted that he had received a transfer of 500,000 yuan.
He held his cell phone and jumped up excitedly.
These people are really rich. No wonder people say it’s easy to make money in the entertainment industry! Just one photo can transfer half a million.
If he really did this to Liu Zixia here and then filmed the video, that would be 1.5 million.
By then, he will definitely not be able to survive in Yucheng, but he can use the money to return to his hometown town, buy a house, and then start a small business, and still live a pleasant life.
Thinking of this, Yang Haichuan put his mobile phone on the table, adjusted the angle, and walked to the bedside impatiently.
However, just as he unbuttoned the first button of Liu Zixia's clothes, he suddenly thought of a problem. He was doing business with Liu Zixia with his face exposed like this.
If the other party puts this video online, wouldn't everyone know about it? How can Yang Haichuan find a wife again in the future?
Yang Haichuan tilted his head and thought about it, and decided to go to the grocery store at the intersection to buy a mask. He passed by that grocery store every day on his way to work and saw that there was a mask seller there, and the grocery store owner lived in the store.