When she saw Jiang ting for the first time, she only thought that he was a little better looking than Jiang Lei, a little colder in temperament and a little more arrogant in attitude. Besides, there was no other feeling.

Until that time -

she sent the washed clothes to Jiang Ting's room.

He stood at the door and knocked. He didn't hear a response, so he pushed the door in to put his clothes on the bed.

I didn't want to be right with Jiang Ting who just took a bath.

He was naked, with only a bath towel around his waist. He was a 20-year-old boy with a good figure and clear texture. He was born handsome without casting. His face was uncanny, firm but not sharp.

She stared at him, her heart beating.

The latter's thin lips opened slightly, and a word of "roll" was spit out displeased. She was so ashamed that her face was red. She put his clothes aside and hurriedly turned away.

From that day on, she felt ill.

Actually began to pay attention to Jiang Lei's brother.

Every move he made, even the look at the corners of his eyes and brows, fell into her eyes and made her happy.

Even amazing.

Such a boy is different from the simple Jiang Lei.

He was born with light in his hands and feet. He has never experienced wind and rain and bitterness. His future is different from her world in every way. It is totally two extremes.

Is it true that women are vile and don't cherish after they get it?

Or is it not enough to be satisfied?

At the same time, she scolds herself for being greedy and enjoys the feeling of secretly infatuating with someone.

She has to admit one thing. She doesn't like Jiang Lei.

As for Jiang Lei, she saved him just for the sake of prosperity and the position of Mrs. Jiang.

But to Jiang ting.

She also can't tell how she feels about him. She just wants him to live here and see him all the time.

But just looking at him is not enough.

Finally -

she couldn't control, sneaking into Jiang Ting's room one afternoon when Jiang Lei was away from home on business.

It was the first time she saw Jiang Ting take a nap.

A delicate face, scorching, with long eyebrows and strong nose bones. When he fell asleep, his long lashes shrugged down and covered his eyes, leaving a small shadow.

In fact, there are princes in fairy tales.

Prince in the light, surrounded by all living beings.

She couldn't help but reach out to touch his face. Her fingers trembled a little. She was as mean and cowardly as a humble maid. She only dared to look at him secretly and absorb the light from him.

Unfortunately, before I met her, the slender hand suddenly clamped her wrist, pinched it hard, and turned back.

"Hiss..."

The pain made her grin and sweat.

The boy's tightly closed eyes on the bed opened, and there was no sleep at all. Instead, they were cold and fierce.

"A disgusting woman like you is not worthy of my brother's liking."

"No, you misunderstood..."

She wanted to explain, but she was disgusted with him. At last, she couldn't say a word, only felt sad.

What can she say?

She was an invisible being.

I have lived in the mire since I was a child. I have seen the sadness of the bottom and the ugly face of human nature.

For money and survival, she can sacrifice at all costs, even the most precious face of a woman.

She is a mouthworm.

Self rejection, born in the dark, but also by a shining light attracted.

Then the light moved away the next day without hesitation.