Once? Not enough

Chapter 5： Something else, do you want it?

Amy's pupils clenched and her face went green and then white as her back was pressed against the door.

"I'm really sorry, please leave me alone sir, I promise I'll never come back ....."

Evan could see her tearful appearance with her eyes downcast, her eyes were red and her nose was red and pitiful.

He coldly asked, "Really not selling?"

"No, not for sale." Amy shook her head in panic.

"And you won't sell it again?"

Amy's tears couldn't hold back any longer, and she spoke shakily, "Never again, please let me go, I'll thank you for the rest of my life."

Evan tilted his head sideways and patted her shoulder twice with his bony hand.

Skinny, all bone, not two pounds of flesh.

He looked away, "Get lost."

Amy cried and twisted her head to open the door, or can not be pulled, a big hand from behind reached over to hold down her hand, lifted up, "click" the door opened.

The lock was actually reversed.

Amy did not care so much, cried and rushed out, even forgot to change shoes.

Until she ran a few metres away and saw the entrance to the lift, she couldn't hold back the pressure any longer and leaned against the wall in front of the lift door, gasping for air.

It was so quiet here that she didn't dare to cry out loud.

Amy covered her mouth, tears falling one by one, her teeth chattering and cackling uncontrollably.

She was too scared.

She never dared to do these things.

Obviously made a good plan, but just now or so afraid to escape out, the whole person is going to collapse.

Amy powerless squatting on the ground, silent sobbing for about ten minutes, nervous and fearful heart gradually calmed down.

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and the word "mother" jumped on the screen.

Amy cried and answered the phone, full of fear want to seek comfort, the results of the next second, the opposite side of a series of bitter curses on the smash over.

"You this heartless, son of a b***h, your father crippled even if, you are a white-eyed wolf, all rely on my mother alone to get money, money? I'm telling you, if you still don't call the money, don't even do your dad's checkup the day after tomorrow, just be paralysed in a wheelchair until you die, just die all together."

Amy's sobs were instantly stifled.

When she was five years old, her dad rode his bike to take her to buy ice-cream, but there was a car accident on the road, and in order to save her, he wrapped his body around her, and was hit by an oncoming truck, paralysing the lower half of his body.

The perpetrator left some money and ran away. Since then, the backbone of the family collapsed and the family was left penniless.

Eighteen years old that year, she was admitted to the university, her father argued to let her go to school, from childhood to her suffered a lot of aggression and abuse, secretly looking for relatives to borrow money to stuff her, just to let her study, only to study in order to make a name for themselves.

But the day after tomorrow is waiting for years of repair surgery, they hired specialists, queuing up for five whole years, if there is no money, Dad will spend years in a wheelchair again.

All these years she witnessed a man's dignity being held down and rubbed hard on the ground.

Amy's heart ached.

She hung up the phone and wiped away her tears.

She looked down at the disposable slippers on her feet, and because the soles were thin, a burst of coolness from the floor drilled into the soles of her feet, invaded her nerves, and spread through her limbs.

Amy shivered, got up from the floor and turned to walk back.

She took a few steps to the door, wiped her face, and raised her hand to knock on door 1009.

But in a moment, the door opened, revealing a man's exquisite and handsome face.

Without waiting for him to speak, Amy spoke directly.

"Something else, do you want it?"