Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 111 Not funny at all
"There is nothing else, why go to the big hospital!?"

"Who do you live with??"

"Uh... alone for now."

Second Monk Long Qianyaozhang couldn't figure out what she meant, and how to ask this properly!

"Go, go to your house!!"

"what……"

Long Qianyao was a little puzzled, and his long and narrow eyes were even more inconceivable.

"no!?"

Roland's black eyes narrowed, with a cold light overflowing.

"Okay, why not, but you saved me just now, so I can live for the rest of my life!"

Long Qianyao looked at the sudden change in her eyes and responded quickly.

"If I don't save you, can't I?? Isn't the Rose of the Night Club sharing the same difficulties and blessings?"

After Roland lightly said a word that even she didn't understand, he continued, staggering, and walked forward.

what! !

Was she telling a joke just now? ?All right!It's not funny at all``——
Slums in City A

City A is a metropolis. It is roughly divided into two districts. The south is the wealthy district, which is full of high-end community villa districts.

In the north, it is a civilian area, also known as a slum.

There are office workers who work from 2000 to [-], running for a salary of [-] yuan.

There are also homeless people who live under the overpass and sell cardboard boxes for money.

"This is your home??"

Roland looked up at the very old residential building in front of him, which seemed to be a bit comparable to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and seemed to be slightly tilted, making sure that this was not an abandoned and dangerous building.

Didn't Long Qianyao get a lot of money by following An Moran? ?

Even with Lu Feifan's last bet, she still got 10,000+!
Seeing An Moran's rich and powerful appearance, Long Qianyao always followed behind him, there was no way he could be so poor!

"Yes!"

Long Qianyao followed her gaze and looked up. Under the dim street lights, the building looked even more ancient.

"Go, go in! It's on the first floor, you don't have to climb the stairs."

Long Qianyao said a word, walked in, walked past the stairs, and opened a door.

"Come here!"

"Oh!"

Roland took another look at the building in front of him, and walked in with a ruthless heart.

When she walked to the door, she was stunned. She blinked her eyes, turned her head back, and took a look outside. It was indeed that dangerous building!

"Come in!"

Long Qianyao was at the entrance, holding a pair of brand new slippers and putting them in front of the door.

Roland walked in, and Long Qianyao closed the door.

Looking at everything in front of her, she really had a feeling of time travel, from a slum to a rich area.

This house probably opened up the two living rooms at the bottom, with a large view.

The decoration is also very luxurious, that is this kind of luxury, not that kind of cold money piled up, but that kind of warm, that kind of European pastoral style.

European-style sofas with small floral patterns, beautiful crystal chandeliers, elegant wine cabinets, and exquisite light-colored wallpapers.

"Milk tea, or coffee!?"

Long Qianyao stood behind the bar and asked with a smile. The crystal light shone on his body, adding a touch of warmth to his rebellious face.

"Milk tea!"

Long Qianyao made an OK gesture to her, picked up the tea bag, milk tea powder, and started making milk tea.

Looking at his technique, he is still very skillful.

Roland felt relieved and continued to look around.

(End of this chapter)