Staying at my best friend's house, she was spotted by her gangster uncle

Chapter 239.

He hopes money makes money because he really needs money.

In fact, she was just like childhood. They all needed money and thought that money could change everything, but in the end, there was nothing left except money.

Sitting in the VIP room and watching those exciting racing games, he is no longer nervous because he is used to the life-and-death fights where it is nothing more than you win and I win.

He doesn't care who wins now, because both teams belong to him.

He is the owner of the car dealership in public, but in fact he has secretly acquired several other small car dealerships.

He is just waiting for the opportunity to profit, so his appearance is just superficial work. Compared with his nervousness a year ago, he is now visibly perfunctory.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe he realized that money couldn't solve any problem, including his own.

He is now rich and has achieved financial freedom, but in fact, having money also comes with troubles, not like he imagined.

Those troubles were not resolved, nor did they disappear completely as he had hoped.

He walked to the window and looked at the crowd. They were excited and everyone was passionate. Just like he used to be, he would get excited when he saw the racing cars, and the lightning speed made his blood boil.

But now, he no longer has that enthusiasm, and the girl who was waiting for him has been lost by him.

He once thought about calling her, but when he found her name, he didn't know what to say.

He lives in a swamp, in a mire, in a gutter, in a place where mud and dirt grow.

Sunflower shouldn't be here, he realized it and did it.

I'm sorry I failed you.

At that moment, his tears also fell. Who said he had no heart?

Who said he doesn't understand indebtedness?

But you are not him, and you will never know what such a family brings?

He is neither brave nor strong, and he cannot protect his woman. Isn't it the best thing for him to let her go?

If he was selfish, he could have lingered with her for a long time. If he had not been cruel enough to let her go, she would have been like him, living in the mud and never being able to jump out.

They only met twice last time, and it took Anqi a long time to let go of the hurt caused by Tong's mother, but he had been living like that since he was a child.

He can't solve the problem by avoiding it, is he wrong?

Tong Xin watched her walk out of the community. He stood at the window with his eyes blurred by tears.

He hated himself for not being capable and for not loving her enough.

He didn’t love, or didn’t understand love. He was really vulnerable at that time.

Maybe, he is just a scumbag.

"Boss Tong, we won."

There are no surprises because he doesn't care.

"Ah."

He turned around and took the key and went out. There was a special VIP channel, so there was no need to squeeze through the crowd.

But for some reason he wanted to go out and take a look.

How long has it been since he felt youth?

He felt old, maybe because he was tired.

He had forgotten the last time he laughed, but he remembered the last time he cried.

The cell phone rang. It was my childhood phone.

He looked at it and didn't answer it.

He didn't know what to say, it must be about marriage. He didn't tell her that they had broken up, and he didn't know how to describe the process.

She wanted him to be well, but he couldn't.

The crowd was surging, and the young faces, shouts of cheers and celebrations overwhelmed everything. He felt the silence, as if the whole world had ceased to sound.

Standing there, it feels like traveling through time.

He was still that boy, wearing a motorcycle suit, a pair of AJ shoes, and his hair dyed in various colors, just like most of the young people here.

He once had a dream, and he went far away with his dream, but he lost himself.

He looked like a corpse now, maybe because of his personality or maybe because he was too tired.

He was unwilling to relieve his stress, nor was he willing to find someone to talk to. It was as if he had locked himself in a dark room, neither coming out nor letting anyone in.

Go in?

Is anyone willing to come in?

Someone once tried to go in and pull him out, but he refused.

He chased her away because that's what he deserved to be there.

Now he is not willing to talk to Tong Nan because he does not want to impose his negative emotions on her.

Happiness is other people's business and has nothing to do with him.

He was still lost in thought when someone bumped into him:

"sorry."

There are too many people here, squeezing and shoving.

The moment she raised her head, he was a little dazed, and was sure that she was not moved.

Ye Yian?

Of course it’s not her, but similar, a bit similar indeed.

Same clothes, same ponytail, same delicate makeup, same youthful look.

"Feel sorry."

"fine."

They nodded to each other and passed by each other, and he thought of the girl, the girl who once stirred a ripple in his heart.

It seems that this place is indeed not suitable for him, and he also admits that he is old and no longer suitable for this kind of occasion.

He hurriedly left through the VIP channel.

Ye Yian never showed up, and she never saw Tong Xin again.

She tried to find him, but failed every time. She guessed that they were not destined to be together.

After graduation, she went abroad and stayed in her mother's company for a while, about a year, and came back a year later.

She has changed, and of course she has shed her previous outfits.

She is not racing now. She is the kind of person who works for three days and rests for two days. She has no perseverance in doing anything.

Ye Yian is now wearing a pair of black tights, a short stand-up collar jacket, his hair is loose, and he is carrying a backpack.

She is used to wearing makeup and always dresses up exquisitely. Now that she is one year older, she doesn't need those jingling things anymore.

She used to like studded decorations or hip-hop elements, which now seem really childish.

She is also very cool now, the kind of cool and elegant.

In fact, she has always been very free and easy. She has no worries except love.

She has never had a boyfriend, and as she said, she has never met anyone she likes.

She often thinks of that person, the one whose name she doesn't even know.

She saw him in her dreams, almost every day.

After a year, his appearance gradually became blurred. She was in love with him in her dreams, but she could hardly see his appearance clearly.

So, she had to come back, even if it was just to see him once more. Even though he had a wife and children, she just wanted to see him once.

She knew that maybe he had someone around him, or maybe he had started a family and a career. She didn't want to disturb him, she just wanted to leave some material for his dreams.

She couldn't get rid of the image of that man's face. This was the first time she fell in love with someone, and she didn't want to let it go.

Therefore, she always uses the childish standard to look for boyfriends. In fact, there is no such person as him, and even if there is one, he is not him.

Ye Yian went to the car dealership as soon as he got off the plane and wandered around inside for a while.

"Hello, are you looking for a car?"

She really doesn't look like a racing driver, but it seems impossible for her to buy a motorcycle.

She looked at the salesperson and rolled her eyes:

“Where is the most expensive car here?”

The most expensive?

The most expensive one here costs tens of millions. Is she sure she can afford it?

The salesperson looked her up and down:

"Are you riding it yourself or buying it for someone else?"

"Of course I ride it myself."

The way she dresses really doesn't look like that, and she's not looking at people through tinted glasses.

"The most expensive ones are on the fifth floor, but you have to be a VIP."

VIP?