In fact, morality is a thing that is thrown away... Once it breaks through a certain lower limit, it's no big deal...
To use a sentence that everyone is more familiar with, this is called breaking the jar.
Man, who is not ashamed at the beginning? ! But if you are misunderstood again and again and you are unable to appeal your grievances, in the end, the only way to go is to accept your fate and simply sell your morals...
The moment Ye Shuang saw the hotel signboard behind her, she went from shock to grief to depression, and finally resigned to her fate, turning back with a blank expression: "That's right, things are exactly as you think!"
The old lady is self-inflicted! How about it! ! !
Fang Mo: "..." Actually, he was just wondering if she came to the hotel early in the morning to send her boyfriend off with a change of clothes and go home...
... But now it sounds like things are more complicated than I imagined.
With a dry cough, Fang Mo tried hard to suppress the thoughts that were drifting in a strange direction, raised the corner of his mouth and politely jumped out of the topic: "Forget it, anyway, he will come back to shoot commercials on Thursday, so why don't we have dinner together next time?" .”
"Okay, let's talk about it when the time comes." As for whether "she" will still be here by then, that will be a matter of time.
Since the little friend he knew is no longer here, Fang Mo naturally can't get in touch with the little friend's sister alone. Sometimes it is one thing to have a clear conscience, but if you know that it may cause unnecessary speculation and have no scruples, then it is not a clear conscience that can explain the past.
I want to enjoy my desires, but also want to maintain my image of innocence in a righteous and dignified way... How can there be such a good thing in the world.
After nodding to Ye Shuang, Fang Mo was about to politely leave when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang suddenly.
Fang Mo picked it up as he walked nonchalantly. After saying "Hello", he frowned involuntarily when he heard a series of anxious reports on the other side, and his pace slowly slowed down...
I can't wait to call in early in the morning. Naturally, there are very troublesome things that cannot be resolved.
The call Fang Mo received was exactly like this.
Seriously speaking, the matter is actually not that big, it's just that the troublemaker is a bit tricky.
Fang's company is in the real estate business, and apart from selling the real estate in their hands to ordinary people, their close relatives and friends will naturally not miss it.
For example, this good friend needs to buy a house to get married, and that relative wants to buy real estate when he moves to this city... This is how the relationship network is established and consolidated.
And this time it was the grandson of an old friend of the elders of Fang Mo's family who made trouble this time. If Fang Mo is the representative of the outstanding elite among the second-generation children, then the grandson can fully represent the playboys among the rich second-generation... He is the one who talks about eating, drinking and having fun.
Fang Mo and the dude can't hang out together, but it's impossible to alienate and offend them because of their personal likes and dislikes. Generally, the two people just don't interfere with each other, and it's just superficial friendship to say hello when they meet.
But no matter how unfamiliar the friendship is, it is also friendship, especially if the elders of the two families know each other, so it is impossible to have no contact at all.
The dude just fell in love with a third-tier starlet a few months ago. It was the time when you had sex with me. The starlet was shrewd and sober, knowing that it was impossible for this kind of person to tell him true love, so he simply took advantage of the time when the relationship was strong. The young master asked for a suite.
That kind of money is nothing to the rich second generation who spend money like water. Even if you know the philistines of the little stars, as long as the other party is good enough and obedient enough to make yourself face outside, then it doesn't matter to buy a house as a way to make a beauty smile. ... So the dandy took a high-end hardcover house from Fang Mo with a wave of his hand indifferently, and the real estate certificate was still in the name of the little star.
When things got here, it actually had nothing to do with Fang Mo. He was selling the house, and he was buying the house.
But I can't stand the dandy's family and there is a vicious and choking tigress... The women who can marry people in this circle are of course mostly from well-matched families.
The tigress heard from nowhere that her husband hired a star, and the informer didn't know whether she wanted to exaggerate the atmosphere or try to make a fool of herself, so she dragged Fang Mo into the water by the way, as an example to illustrate that her husband's circle of friends knew about it. This matter, everyone helped her husband and kept it from her alone...
The two surnames of the right family are very good, so the connections in the husband's circle are basically equal to those in the wife's circle.
So like this, the tigress, who felt deeply betrayed by everyone, was furious, and logically brought people to the door, attacked the enemy camp early in the morning, and dragged a couple of dogs and men from the kingsize bed. And no one would persuade her well, she opened her mouth and ruined her husband and his gang of friends, naturally... Fang Mo, who provided the JQ room, will not be forgotten, and he has also been taken care of...
Fang Mo, who was lying on the gun, was silent for half a minute: "... what about now?!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was about to cry: "Mrs. Chen is in good health and full of energy, and now... she is still cursing. She also said that she would take the house back and sell it at a low price and not let that vixen live in it."
"Then I..." Fang Mo rubbed his temples, and was about to say that he should go and have a look, but he uttered two words and was patted on the shoulder.
Turning around, Ye Shuang came behind him at some point, looking at him excitedly with twinkling star eyes: "Brother Fang is going to sell the house?! How low is it for a low price sale?! Is it possible to pay in installments?! "
"..." Why are you here to join in the fun...