Song Youran silently peeled the egg skin. Thinking of the things he had been thinking about for a long time, he said, "Brother, I don't want to continue to go to school anymore."

She is eighteen this year, and it is the summer vacation of the college entrance examination in July. She has received an admission letter. She is the No. 1 university in Yuncheng, the best university in Yuncheng. She has a good reputation in China. People who come out of it have a promising future.

Song Ling spoiled her sister very much, but she was not a nonsensical indulgence.

His expression became serious, "Why?"

Song Youran opened her mouth and looked at his serious face, but she couldn't say a word. Aunt Song died two years ago. Song Ling worked at Yidajiao School for her. The money she earned was enough for both of them to spend, but she never told her what job she was doing, and the same was true in her previous life.

Once when he was asked urgently, he casually replied to the bodyguard. Although he still had many doubts, she did not continue to ask questions when he saw that he was healthy and not injured. How could she feel at ease in the long run?

"I just don't want to go to work anymore, I want to come out to work." She lowered her eyes and bit the egg white.

Song Ling smiled angryly, "You are still so young, you can do anything you can come out and you can't do anything. Will you stay with the Emperor and sing all your life?"

As soon as he said that he realized that he was talking a little heavy.

Song Youran stopped moving, put the egg that had taken a small bit on the plate, and looked at him with clear eyes, "Why don't you tell me what job you are doing? Is your job even more shameful than me?"

Song Ling's smile gradually disappeared. He took a deep breath, not wanting to make the relationship between the two of them frustrated. He tried to say to her gently: "No matter what you say, I won't agree anyway. You don't have to worry about the tuition fee. I will prepare it for you. You just need to go to school well."

He didn't say much about the extra thing, and after answering the phone, he left a sentence: "Just put the bowl in the pool after breakfast, I'll come back to clean it in the evening." Then he hurried out.

Song Youran slowly finished drinking the porridge, cleaned the bowl, put it in the cabinet, wiped the table with a rag, and saw that it was still early, so he went to the supermarket to buy various ingredients to fill the refrigerator, and then continued to organize the house.

She went to Song Ling's room to take a look, and wanted to throw the dirty clothes into the washing machine to wash. She accidentally glanced at the laptop on the desk that was turned on, with red, green and curved lines on it either falling or rising.

Song Youran was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Song Ling was still trading stocks. She looked carefully at this stock, Qitian Technology.

I felt a little moved. Stocks are indeed a way to make money quickly. Unfortunately, I didn’t trade stocks in my previous life. Although I occasionally looked at the news, I didn’t remember much.

Song Youran returned to her room and took her mobile phone to download a stock trading software. There was no way, she didn't have a laptop, so she could only use her phone to make do with it first.

Her savings are not much, and she only has a few thousand yuan off her daily expenses, all of which were earned by the Emperor these days.

It was also spent to keep it in her hands. She carefully recalled the stock market in her previous life, chose a few stocks with some impression, and invested all the money in it.

After studying for a while, it took a long time before I knew it. The underground floor of Emperor Zun was closed in the morning. It was not until after 2 pm that Song Youran left. She negotiated with General Manager Emperor Zun and sang a few songs every night until the end of August.

I was about to go out when the door was suddenly knocked, to be precise, it was smashed.

"Open the door! Song Youran and Song Ling! Open the door for me at home!"

When Song Youran heard this sound, she couldn't help but frown.

Aunt Song originally had two children, one was Ji Yuyan and the other was Ji Yuming. When she divorced, she followed her father Ji Ren, and it was Ji Yuyan who knocked on the door.

For the sake of glory and wealth, Ji Ren abandoned Aunt Song and married the daughter of a businessman. He relied on the other party's financial resources to build a company. However, he had no business mind and suffered losses and lost all his money. The company has become an empty shell.

As a girl, Ji Yuyan is one year younger than her. She has been unable to raise her head in front of the woman since she was a child. When she grew up, she developed a rebellious temperament. She is with gangsters all day long and is proficient in fighting, smoking, drinking and everything.

Before leaving, Aunt Song also instructed Song Ling and Song Youran, hoping that they could take more care of Ji Yuyan and Ji Yuming.

Song Youran did not open the door, and the people outside the door had no intention of leaving. The sound of kicking the door was louder and louder, as if he was about to unload the door.

She endured it, finally threw her backpack on the sofa and opened the door.

Ji Yuyan had a stylist with Mate on her head, and her black hair was dyed red by her. She raised her hand and pushed open the door and walked in. She looked around for a while. Finally, she sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Yo Song Youran, you brother and sister live comfortably with my mother."

Ji Yuyan spit out a puff of smoke, staring at Song Youran's beautiful face with dark black eyeliner, and a trace of jealousy flashed.

"What are you here to do?" Song Youran said lightly.

"What? I can't come yet? This house is my mother. If I hadn't followed my dad, I wouldn't have fallen on you." She snorted disdainfully, "Sister is short of money recently, please bring me some."

"You are short of money and ask your dad for it, but it's useless to find me."

Song Youran's eyes were a little cold. Aunt Song passed away, and Ji Yuyan had never seen it once, but Ji Yuming came here with an old love.

"Don't pretend for me. I know my mother must have left money for you two. Take it out quickly. I have an urgent need." Ji Yuyan was a little impatient.

"No." Song Youran said coldly. Aunt Song did not leave much money. She only gave Song Ling a few thousand yuan and this property. The rest was all handed over to Ji Ren. She was considered as a support for Ji Yuyan and Ji Yuming. She still loved her two children very much.

"No?" Ji Yuyan raised her eyebrows and squatted the cigarette on the glass coffee table, stood up and seemed to be about to do it if you didn't hand it over. "My mother's deposit is at least 200,000 yuan. If you don't take it out today, I will smash your house!"

"Aunt Song's deposit was already called to your father two years ago, with a total of 230,000 yuan. I still kept the transfer certificate. It was stated at that time that it was for you and Yuming's support fee. If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask your father."

How arrogant Ren Jiyuyan was, Song Youran was still calm, "As for my family, you can smash it if you want, just smash it. These things are all on the left and right. I will call the police after you finish smashing it."

Ji Yuyan's attention was all on the first sentence, looking up and down at her, and said suspiciously: "Are you saying true?"

Song Youran's eyes were calm and letting her look at her without dodging at all. She spat hard, "The old man is so tired of living. He dares to swallow more than 200,000 yuan. I don't want him to spit it out!"

Ji Yuyan's eyes fell back to Song Youran and suddenly smiled, "Youran, why don't you join me and make sure you eat delicious food and drink spicy food every day, and there are people accompanying you to sleep without taking the same thing. Tsk tsk, look at your face, it must be very popular."

"Those are better kept for yourself. How long do you have to stay here? I'm going to go out." Song Youran picked up her backpack again.

Ji Yuyan snorted coldly, turned around and walked out, and slammed the security door.

Song Youran sighed lightly and took the backpack to the Emperor.

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