992: C992 It Was Just a Pretense

C992 It Was Just a Pretense

Han Xiuxiu's home.

"Han Xiuxiu, be my girlfriend or pay me back. Choose one." A young man in an f * cking suit stood in front of Han Xiuxiu and smiled playfully.

This young man in an f * cking suit was called Zheng Peisheng.

A month ago, Han Xiuxiu did not have any living expenses.

Zheng Peisheng forcefully shoved two thousand yuan to Han Xiuxiu.

At that time, Han Xiuxiu was in need of money, so she accepted the two thousand yuan.

However, Han Xiuxiu and Zheng Peisheng had made it very clear.

The money was borrowed by her.

Zheng Peisheng also agreed.

He did not expect that after a month, Zheng Peisheng would come looking for Han Xiuxiu and ask her to be his girlfriend.

As for returning the money, it was just a pretense.

"Xiuxiu, how much do you owe this young man?" Han Xiuxiu's father, Han Chengming, asked with concern.

"Two thousand dollars." Han Xiuxiu bit her lips and said.

During this period of time, Han Xiuxiu had been working part-time outside.

In two days, she would be paid.

In fact, she did not want her parents to know that she borrowed two thousand yuan from Zheng Peisheng.

However, Zheng Peisheng came to her.

This made Han Xiuxiu have a very bad impression of Zheng Peisheng.

Zheng Peisheng wanted Han Xiuxiu to be his girlfriend.

Han Xiuxiu definitely would not agree.

"Zheng Peisheng, I will return the money you borrowed in two days. Is that okay?" Han Xiuxiu looked at Zheng Peisheng pleadingly.

"Do you think it is possible?" Zheng Peisheng sat on the sofa and stared at Han Xiuxiu. He snorted.

Today, he was sure he could eat Han Xiuxiu.

Even if Han Xiuxiu took out two thousand yuan and returned it to him, he would not let Han Xiuxiu go.

In short, Han Xiuxiu must become his woman today.

"Xiuxiu, this is two thousand yuan. Return it to this young man!" Han Chengming took out two thousand yuan and placed it in front of Han Xiuxiu.

Han Xiuxiu was the joke of Songjiang University of Science and Technology.

There were many rich people in Songjiang City who wanted to spend money to take care of Han Xiuxiu.

Without hesitation, Han Xiuxiu decisively refused.

She did not want to become someone she hated.

She wanted to use her hands to earn clean money.1

"Xiuxiu, return the money to this young man." Han Xiuxiu's mother, Zheng Cuiyi, took the two thousand yuan from her husband Han Chengming and stuffed it into Han Xiuxiu's hands.

"Dad, mom, in two days, when I have money, I will return it to you." Han Xiuxiu said firmly.

"Silly child, we are one family. Our money is your money." Although Zheng Cuiyi was very realistic, she loved her daughter Han Xiuxiu very much. She did not want her daughter to suffer any grievances.

"All these years, dad has been dragging you down. Dad is useless!" Han Chengming kept patting his chest.

As he spoke, Han Chengming shed tears.

Because of his illness, his family had been living a miserable life for so many years.

Sometimes, Han Chengming would think about dying.

But he was afraid.

He was afraid that his wife and daughter would be sad.

"Dad, don't be like this." Han Xiuxiu's heart ached when she saw her father Han Chengming like this.

"Old man, I don't want our family to be rich. I only want our family to be safe and sound. Don't be like this again." Zheng Cuiyi tightly grabbed her husband Han Chengming's hands.

"Old woman, Xiuxiu, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Han Chengming cried.

The feeling of self-blame enveloped Han Chengming's heart.

He wanted to lighten the burden on his family.

However, his illness had not yet recovered.

He could not help lighten the burden on his family. Instead, he could only drag down his wife and daughter, and he felt that he was useless.

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