Chapter 2512: Zhan Jiaer's Death (1)

The 2512th chapter Zhan's death (1)
"Well ... unfortunate, he's a dead man!" The tramp who gave the money saved the money from Zhan Jiaer and scolded him away.
Zhan Jiaer, standing outside the wooden door, looked at the dead body in the simple hut that had fallen into a pool of blood.
For a long time there was no response ...
Duan Xiuhui is dead ... Duan Xiuhui is dead ... At this moment, what Zhan Jiaer thought was actually what she should do in the future?
Her last 'utility product' is also gone.
How will she live in the future?
Duan Xiuhui is gone, Zhan Jiaer completely loses his life support.
Other young women in the dark world can sell their bodies for the value of survival, but Zhan Jiaer, even if she is willing to sell herself, she is not willing to spend money.
She was like the dirtiest and most disgusting mouse in the sewer. Even if she appeared on the street, she would be disgusted with a punch, kick, and kick her away.
She didn't dare to show up during the day, she could only go out at night.
You ca n’t pick your shoulders, you ca n’t lift your hands, and you can have heart disease at any time.
You can't trade beauty for the convenience of life. Zhan Jiaer can only wrap a large shabby shawl when night comes, cover her face, and beg on the street for a living.
On this day, she dragged her tired and weak body and begged to come to a restaurant.
This is a food street full of chain restaurants, restaurants of all sizes, and the food street at night is still crowded with lights.
Zhan Jiaer usually does not dare to come to such a bright place.
But today, she can't stand it.
Without Duan Xiuhui, she sold her body in exchange for fixed food and small change. She had been sitting in the mountains and had not eaten a bite of hot rice for several days.
From the beginning of this morning, her heart has been suffering from cramps. Zhan Jiaer had an ominous premonition. If she could not get enough money today, she would probably not be able to sustain it tonight.
No, she is Zhan Jiaer, the little princess of the warring family, and the nobleman who stands high, and should not die like this.
Therefore, even if she knew that she should not beg in such a place, Zhan Jiaer wrapped her head in her shawl and carefully begged in the crowd.
"Segment Duan, it's not that I don't help, it's because our company is not working well ..."
"Mr. Li, I don't want much. As long as you are willing to invest 1 million, you can ..."
"No, no, Duan Shao, our company really can't take out so much money. Okay, okay, thank you for your treat today, I still have to go in advance ..."
A familiar sound came from the carpeted stairs in front of the restaurant.
Zhan Jiaer, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, heard this familiar voice, and stood up, looking upstairs—
In front of the gate, a young man in a suit is seeing off his guests.
The man was handsome and erect, but he had a rare sense of exhaustion in the past.
Duan Qifeng, Duan Cousin!
"Cousin ... cousin save me, save me ..." Zanjiaer was so excited that he couldn't control himself when he suddenly saw his loved ones.
She was fed up with such a poor day, she was fed up with being trampled on by people like ants, no, it was a humbler day than ants.
Zhan Jiaer didn't want to find someone in the Duan family, but she was more afraid of Zhan Yang who still lived in the Duan family.
So even if I wanted to find a family member in the past, I was always afraid to approach.
But today it ’s a godseye, and she actually met her cousin Duan Qifeng here.
Sure enough, she was favored by heaven, and she should not die.
(End of this chapter)