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You are my endless loveChapter 85
Chapter 85：1081words
Update Time：2026-01-19 07:19:49
She walked forward about 3 meters, and the car drove slowly, parallel to her.
She turned back to look suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
The man in the car sneered: 'Can I have the honor of inviting you to get in the car?"
'No need, my dorm is right in front of me." This man was very dangerous, instinctively, she did not want to get close to this dangerous person.
'Then what if I say, I want to take you back to the dorm?"
Ashley did not say anything more, she stopped, turned around, and faced the man sitting in the car: 'Young master, it's time to get off work." This sentence implied that she had already gotten off work, he was not her customer.
The man in the car laughed, picked up the leather wallet placed in front of the driver's seat, and held out a stack of money towards Ashley: 'Miss Ashley, can you consider it as overtime?"
She should refuse, but… well, money.
What she needed, wasn't it money?
Milan said she had to pay 17 billion in a month… but she had no job recently.
If this continues… how can she earn 17 billion, in exchange for her freedom?
The man in the car revealed a sinister smile… she likes money.
However, this is not difficult, he lacks everything, except money, which he cannot spend in another lifetime.
After a long while, Ashley's hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "What can I… do for you, in exchange for that money of yours?"
The man in the car immediately opened his eyes in surprise, then revealed a more sinister smile… how interesting, loving money, but not taking it for free?
But if we are honest, among the people in the public relations department, how many of them do not want to take a large sum of money for free?
"No need to do anything, just sit next to me, and I will take you back to the dormitory."
Such touching words, a handsome and rich man, in the middle of the night said such words to a woman he met on the side of the road, no matter what, it looked very passionate.
As a woman, if she is not moved, she will be moved for a long time.
And the woman stood on the side of the road, bowing her head for a long time, she seemed to be thinking about something. The man sitting in the car did not rush or bother her.
About 5 minutes passed, the woman raised her head, her hoarse voice slowly said: "Young master, should I cook you a bowl of scallion noodles?"
"Um?"
In the man's eyes, there was a trace of surprise, a gaze, staring at the woman standing by the roadside.
The light was dim, that woman stood under the streetlight, looking down at the somewhat still figure, standing there alone, he almost thought, there was an old lady over 60 years old standing under that light, because her entire body, even every strand of hair, seemed to reveal the shame of an old lady over 60 years old who had experienced storms.
Therefore, the understanding in his heart towards her, understanding her one step deeper... in the end, what kind of woman was she? At such a young age, she looked like a candle about to go out.
"The dormitory... there are only noodles and onions, and a few eggs, I have nothing better to serve you."
The night wind, the hoarse voice blew into the wind, the man in the car suddenly trembled… this woman, it turned out that she had just stood alone under the street lamp, thinking for so long, was because she was thinking, what could she take to treat him, in exchange for that money of his.
And she thought for so long, then said: There were only these things left in the house, and she, could not take out anything better to treat him and thank him.
Suddenly, the man felt the stack of money in his hand, strangely hot. He glanced at the stack of money in his hand… this money, in his eyes, was nothing, but the woman had been thinking for half a day and took out the best thing she could take out to exchange… a stack of money in his hand that he had not considered anything about at first.
Even a bowl of scallion noodles, sold outside, was not worth much money.
The man in the car looked at the woman standing under the streetlight for a long time, then slowly said: "Okay."
Rarely, did he open the door, get out of the car, walk around to the passenger seat, and open the car door for himself.
"Where is your dormitory?"
"Just go straight, I'll show you the way, drive slowly."
The car drove forward, turned left at the beginning of the street, drove for a while, and then stopped at an old residential area.
The two got out of the car, the man frowned: "Do you live here?"
"Yeah. It's pretty good here." Having a place to shelter from the rain and wind, she felt that was more than enough. On the day she was released from prison, what she was most worried about was not what the future would be like, but what work would come later. From the moment she stepped out of that prison gate, she thought in her heart: She can't go back to prison tonight, where should she stay?
Upstairs, she took out the key, this brand new key, was the key that the company's logistics had just come to change a few days ago, and gave her a new key.
The door opened, pushed open, and the old door made a "creaking" sound. "Young master, please come in."
Ashley originally didn't like to talk, because her voice... even she felt uncomfortable hearing it.
"You sit down here first." She put down the things in her hands, turned around, and walked into the kitchen, the purple apron was of course not the colorful and diverse apron that modern youth often used, but an old-fashioned apron, which looked a bit ugly.
The man found a chair that could see into the kitchen and sat down.
The woman's hands and feet weren't very agile, but she boiled water, cooked noodles, chopped onions, poured oil, sprinkled onions into the pot... Watching quietly, he wanted to immediately run over and hug that figure tightly from behind.
She turned back to look suspiciously: "What's the matter?"
The man in the car sneered: 'Can I have the honor of inviting you to get in the car?"
'No need, my dorm is right in front of me." This man was very dangerous, instinctively, she did not want to get close to this dangerous person.
'Then what if I say, I want to take you back to the dorm?"
Ashley did not say anything more, she stopped, turned around, and faced the man sitting in the car: 'Young master, it's time to get off work." This sentence implied that she had already gotten off work, he was not her customer.
The man in the car laughed, picked up the leather wallet placed in front of the driver's seat, and held out a stack of money towards Ashley: 'Miss Ashley, can you consider it as overtime?"
She should refuse, but… well, money.
What she needed, wasn't it money?
Milan said she had to pay 17 billion in a month… but she had no job recently.
If this continues… how can she earn 17 billion, in exchange for her freedom?
The man in the car revealed a sinister smile… she likes money.
However, this is not difficult, he lacks everything, except money, which he cannot spend in another lifetime.
After a long while, Ashley's hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "What can I… do for you, in exchange for that money of yours?"
The man in the car immediately opened his eyes in surprise, then revealed a more sinister smile… how interesting, loving money, but not taking it for free?
But if we are honest, among the people in the public relations department, how many of them do not want to take a large sum of money for free?
"No need to do anything, just sit next to me, and I will take you back to the dormitory."
Such touching words, a handsome and rich man, in the middle of the night said such words to a woman he met on the side of the road, no matter what, it looked very passionate.
As a woman, if she is not moved, she will be moved for a long time.
And the woman stood on the side of the road, bowing her head for a long time, she seemed to be thinking about something. The man sitting in the car did not rush or bother her.
About 5 minutes passed, the woman raised her head, her hoarse voice slowly said: "Young master, should I cook you a bowl of scallion noodles?"
"Um?"
In the man's eyes, there was a trace of surprise, a gaze, staring at the woman standing by the roadside.
The light was dim, that woman stood under the streetlight, looking down at the somewhat still figure, standing there alone, he almost thought, there was an old lady over 60 years old standing under that light, because her entire body, even every strand of hair, seemed to reveal the shame of an old lady over 60 years old who had experienced storms.
Therefore, the understanding in his heart towards her, understanding her one step deeper... in the end, what kind of woman was she? At such a young age, she looked like a candle about to go out.
"The dormitory... there are only noodles and onions, and a few eggs, I have nothing better to serve you."
The night wind, the hoarse voice blew into the wind, the man in the car suddenly trembled… this woman, it turned out that she had just stood alone under the street lamp, thinking for so long, was because she was thinking, what could she take to treat him, in exchange for that money of his.
And she thought for so long, then said: There were only these things left in the house, and she, could not take out anything better to treat him and thank him.
Suddenly, the man felt the stack of money in his hand, strangely hot. He glanced at the stack of money in his hand… this money, in his eyes, was nothing, but the woman had been thinking for half a day and took out the best thing she could take out to exchange… a stack of money in his hand that he had not considered anything about at first.
Even a bowl of scallion noodles, sold outside, was not worth much money.
The man in the car looked at the woman standing under the streetlight for a long time, then slowly said: "Okay."
Rarely, did he open the door, get out of the car, walk around to the passenger seat, and open the car door for himself.
"Where is your dormitory?"
"Just go straight, I'll show you the way, drive slowly."
The car drove forward, turned left at the beginning of the street, drove for a while, and then stopped at an old residential area.
The two got out of the car, the man frowned: "Do you live here?"
"Yeah. It's pretty good here." Having a place to shelter from the rain and wind, she felt that was more than enough. On the day she was released from prison, what she was most worried about was not what the future would be like, but what work would come later. From the moment she stepped out of that prison gate, she thought in her heart: She can't go back to prison tonight, where should she stay?
Upstairs, she took out the key, this brand new key, was the key that the company's logistics had just come to change a few days ago, and gave her a new key.
The door opened, pushed open, and the old door made a "creaking" sound. "Young master, please come in."
Ashley originally didn't like to talk, because her voice... even she felt uncomfortable hearing it.
"You sit down here first." She put down the things in her hands, turned around, and walked into the kitchen, the purple apron was of course not the colorful and diverse apron that modern youth often used, but an old-fashioned apron, which looked a bit ugly.
The man found a chair that could see into the kitchen and sat down.
The woman's hands and feet weren't very agile, but she boiled water, cooked noodles, chopped onions, poured oil, sprinkled onions into the pot... Watching quietly, he wanted to immediately run over and hug that figure tightly from behind.