The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

The small room was filled with smoke and smoke.    

Gu Zifan sat on the chair and played mahjong with others. The sound of mahjong was loud and clear. He lit a cigarette and found that the cigarette in his pocket was gone.    

"Hey, light another cigarette!"    

"Where's the money?"    

". . . "    

Gu Zifan rummaged through his pocket. How could he have money?    

For a moment, Gu Zifan's face turned extremely ugly. He was the son of a wealthy family. When had he ever been treated like this? Now that he was thrown into such a desolate place by Gu Tingshen, he had nothing to ask for.    

This was really infuriating!    

He was even less comfortable than a beggar.    

"If you don't have money, why would you buy cigarettes? You still think of yourself as the Great Young Master. " When the man saw Gu Yifan's reaction, he immediately complained. Gu Zifan's facial expression became even worse.    

"Young Master Gu, come and play cards. I still have cigarettes here, use mine first!"    

A man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek handed his cigarette case to Gu Zifan. Gu Zifan looked at it with disdain and said in a bad tone, "Who am I?! Smoking your lousy cigarette?!"    

As he spoke, Gu Zifan casually knocked out all the mahjong cards and left in a gloomy mood.    

The man cut him off, "Why don't you take a look at where this is? Why do you think you are the big Young Master who is surrounded by everyone?"    

When the man finished speaking, the people around him immediately echoed him.    

If it was the big Young Master who was favoured by Gu family, would he be sent here? To put it nicely, it was the supervisor. But there was nothing here. Wasn't it just sending people to suffer?    

After coming out of the tent, Gu Zifan sat on the ground and looked at his dirty hands.    

This was too ugly.    

He was the famous Young Master of Gu family. He had been living a comfortable life ever since he was young. But now, he had fallen to such a state. Truly. . .    

Gu Zifan was so angry that his face almost turned black.    

He made a phone call, and it was the butler who answered.    

"Butler, when can you let me go back?! I've really had enough of this shithole, I want to go back!"    

"Second Young Master, this. . . "    

Second Young Master nodded. "Let Grandpa listen to me on the phone. I don't believe Old Master will let me stay here alone!" Gu Zifan almost gritted his teeth.    

He could almost imagine that Gu Tingshen and Huo Niannian were having a good time at home. He also heard that Huo Niannian had given birth to a daughter for Gu Tingshen.    

Tsk tsk, it was a good thing that she was his daughter. It must be karma.    

But why did Gu Tingshen eat well at home and even hug his wife? Why did he have to be so far away? It had been a year since he was sent here. A year!    

Gu Zifan really couldn't stay in this crappy place for even a second.    

"Second Young Master, Old Master is not home today. I will tell him when he comes back. "    

"Hey. . . "    

Gu Zifan still wanted to say something, but the phone was hung up. Just when Gu Zifan wanted to continue to call, a gunny sack suddenly covered his body. Gu Zifan screamed and his fists fell like raindrops.    

"Call him, beat him to death!"    

The monkey-faced man pinched his nose and said.    

He really thought that he was a great man because he was now far away from the world. Even if he beat Gu Zifan to death, no one would know about it.    

At this point, the sparse punches made Gu Zifan look for his teeth all over the ground.    

When the person left, the surroundings were already pitch black. Gu Zifan wanted to find out who beat him up, but he couldn't.