Chapter 1499
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Alcohol dulled her head, and something cluttered around her.
The brilliance of his career, he fell from the son of heaven to hell overnight. He fled abroad like a wild dog, and then became a lady in a private club.
In that clubhouse, she was brilliant for a while, but with the arrival of new people, old people like her gradually became uninhabited. She had to go back to luojuntian to seek a place to live.
She came back, but no one wanted to find her in any serious entertainment program except for a little late night program. Fu Tingyuan brought her a shadow. He destroyed what she cared most and let her fall into this boundless hell.
What is more ridiculous is that she has to borrow his aura to survive.
Her body on the bed was spasmodic.
She's addicted.
Luo Zhiying struggled to get up from the bed, took out the D product just bought from the bag, poured a little in the palm of his hand, took a hard breath, and then lay on the bed quietly waiting for the attack.
She knew that it would soon free her from hopeless hatred.
With her light body, she finally gets comfortable. Fu Tingyuan, Luo Nanchu, or Luo Juntian, all the people or things in the world have nothing to do with her
Luo Zhiying lies on the bed and falls into sleep comfortably.
*
when I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.
She lay in bed for a while, looking at the west sun, and then sat up from the bed.
She went in to brush her teeth and went downstairs to eat something.
When there was no one at home, she seemed very quiet. Luo Zhiying took a few bites of lunch with her face on her face. She soon lost her appetite and left her chopsticks on the table. She went to the living room and turned on the TV for a while to watch TV programs.
The entertainment industry has changed a lot. Now on TV, all of them are new faces. "Luo Zhiying" is gradually not mentioned.
But she couldn't get back to that stage again.
After a while, she felt that she couldn't bear it. She was so angry that she dropped the remote control on the ground and trampled on her feet. Then she went upstairs in anger.
The servants on the side looked at her back. When her figure disappeared in the stairway, they took back their sight and looked at each other.
Luo Zhiying in recent years, more and more irritable, sometimes for no reason crazy, home remote control, do not know how many.
I don't know how a person like Luo Juntian gave birth to such a daughter, and even always preferred it.
Luo Zhiying went back upstairs and sat on the dresser and began to make up.
The woman in the mirror is still delicate and beautiful, but no matter how good the make-up looks, her skin is haggard, and the shadow brought by smoking D and drinking is obvious.
She painted her make-up, then carried her bag to go out, and then seemed to think of something. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and looked at it.
There are several text messages from the bank, showing that the account has been frozen.
Luo Zhiying looked at the text message for a moment, then sneered.
Did you really freeze her account?
She dropped her cell phone back into her bag, opened the door and went out.
What, threatening her with such a low-level means? Think she really can only rely on her?
She has ways to make money.
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Alcohol dulled her head, and something cluttered around her.
The brilliance of his career, he fell from the son of heaven to hell overnight. He fled abroad like a wild dog, and then became a lady in a private club.
In that clubhouse, she was brilliant for a while, but with the arrival of new people, old people like her gradually became uninhabited. She had to go back to luojuntian to seek a place to live.
She came back, but no one wanted to find her in any serious entertainment program except for a little late night program. Fu Tingyuan brought her a shadow. He destroyed what she cared most and let her fall into this boundless hell.
What is more ridiculous is that she has to borrow his aura to survive.
Her body on the bed was spasmodic.
She's addicted.
Luo Zhiying struggled to get up from the bed, took out the D product just bought from the bag, poured a little in the palm of his hand, took a hard breath, and then lay on the bed quietly waiting for the attack.
She knew that it would soon free her from hopeless hatred.
With her light body, she finally gets comfortable. Fu Tingyuan, Luo Nanchu, or Luo Juntian, all the people or things in the world have nothing to do with her
Luo Zhiying lies on the bed and falls into sleep comfortably.
*
when I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.
She lay in bed for a while, looking at the west sun, and then sat up from the bed.
She went in to brush her teeth and went downstairs to eat something.
When there was no one at home, she seemed very quiet. Luo Zhiying took a few bites of lunch with her face on her face. She soon lost her appetite and left her chopsticks on the table. She went to the living room and turned on the TV for a while to watch TV programs.
The entertainment industry has changed a lot. Now on TV, all of them are new faces. "Luo Zhiying" is gradually not mentioned.
But she couldn't get back to that stage again.
After a while, she felt that she couldn't bear it. She was so angry that she dropped the remote control on the ground and trampled on her feet. Then she went upstairs in anger.
The servants on the side looked at her back. When her figure disappeared in the stairway, they took back their sight and looked at each other.
Luo Zhiying in recent years, more and more irritable, sometimes for no reason crazy, home remote control, do not know how many.
I don't know how a person like Luo Juntian gave birth to such a daughter, and even always preferred it.
Luo Zhiying went back upstairs and sat on the dresser and began to make up.
The woman in the mirror is still delicate and beautiful, but no matter how good the make-up looks, her skin is haggard, and the shadow brought by smoking D and drinking is obvious.
She painted her make-up, then carried her bag to go out, and then seemed to think of something. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and looked at it.
There are several text messages from the bank, showing that the account has been frozen.
Luo Zhiying looked at the text message for a moment, then sneered.
Did you really freeze her account?
She dropped her cell phone back into her bag, opened the door and went out.
What, threatening her with such a low-level means? Think she really can only rely on her?
She has ways to make money.
Alcohol dulled her head, and something cluttered around her. The brilliance of his career, he fell from the son of heaven to hell overnight. He fled abroad like a wild dog, and then became a lady in a private club. In that clubhouse, she was brilliant for a while, but with the arrival of new people, old people like her gradually became uninhabited. She had to go back to luojuntian to seek a place to live. She came back, but no one wanted to find her in any serious entertainment program except for a little late night program. Fu Tingyuan brought her a shadow. He destroyed what she cared most and let her fall into this boundless hell. What is more ridiculous is that she has to borrow his aura to survive. Her body on the bed was spasmodic. She's addicted. Luo Zhiying struggled to get up from the bed, took out the D product just bought from the bag, poured a little in the palm of his hand, took a hard breath, and then lay on the bed quietly waiting for the attack. She knew that it would soon free her from hopeless hatred. With her light body, she finally gets comfortable. Fu Tingyuan, Luo Nanchu, or Luo Juntian, all the people or things in the world have nothing to do with her Luo Zhiying lies on the bed and falls into sleep comfortably. *when I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon. She lay in bed for a while, looking at the west sun, and then sat up from the bed. She went in to brush her teeth and went downstairs to eat something. When there was no one at home, she seemed very quiet. Luo Zhiying took a few bites of lunch with her face on her face. She soon lost her appetite and left her chopsticks on the table. She went to the living room and turned on the TV for a while to watch TV programs. The entertainment industry has changed a lot. Now on TV, all of them are new faces. "Luo Zhiying" is gradually not mentioned. But she couldn't get back to that stage again. After a while, she felt that she couldn't bear it. She was so angry that she dropped the remote control on the ground and trampled on her feet. Then she went upstairs in anger. The servants on the side looked at her back. When her figure disappeared in the stairway, they took back their sight and looked at each other. Luo Zhiying in recent years, more and more irritable, sometimes for no reason crazy, home remote control, do not know how many. I don't know how a person like Luo Juntian gave birth to such a daughter, and even always preferred it. Luo Zhiying went back upstairs and sat on the dresser and began to make up. The woman in the mirror is still delicate and beautiful, but no matter how good the make-up looks, her skin is haggard, and the shadow brought by smoking D and drinking is obvious. She painted her make-up, then carried her bag to go out, and then seemed to think of something. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and looked at it. There are several text messages from the bank, showing that the account has been frozen. Luo Zhiying looked at the text message for a moment, then sneered. Did you really freeze her account? She dropped her cell phone back into her bag, opened the door and went out. What, threatening her with such a low-level means? Think she really can only rely on her? She has ways to make money.
