Chapter 23 Completely Defeated

I didn't find a way to get him here to make him happy, and I didn't end up selling my body.

"Fu Jing, I want to ask you a question." I looked at his bloodshot eyes clearly.

"Say it." He seemed to have endured a lot.

I licked my lips. "Do you like me?"

Without a word, he pushed my hand away and went in. The situation was beyond my control. This time, he was so ruthless that he didn't care about my feelings at all.

After that, I was so tired that I lay on the bed. He lit a cigarette and smoked on the balcony.

I took a bath and sat on the bed wrapped in a towel. He was still smoking, one after another. I was excited by his abnormal behavior. I hope he messed up for me.

"Put on your clothes." He took the clothes and threw them at me.

I froze. "I can't sleep like this?"

"I can't see you revealing so much." He turned away and I chuckled. It seemed that he still had feelings for me.

I put on my clothes with my back to him, and he went to take a shower. I changed the sheets and blankets, and I sprayed some perfume on them. The smell after the lovemaking was a little strange to me, and I didn't like it very much.

After he came out, he changed into his own clothes. "Are you ready to go with Jiang Miao?"

"Do I have any other choice?" I looked up at him.

"I can cover you." He used that word very well and very vulgarly.

My heart throbbed, and the joy that had just surged up was instantly shattered by him. It turned out that I was no different from those who sold it. What he liked was just my body.

I curled my lips. "And then let me disappear, like my sister?"

His eyes suddenly became fierce. "Who told you that Chen Lai was missing?"

"You're so..." I was just about to ask him why he was so excited when he suddenly grabbed my neck. "Fu... Jing..."

"Who told you?" He pressed me again and pinched me so hard.

Tears trickled out of the corners of my eyes, and I spat out two words with a red face, "Hai Tang."

He left in a huff. I lay on the bed and coughed for a long time. Why did this happen? Why did fu jing have such a big reaction when he knew that my sister was missing?

I have a hunch that a bigger mystery is waiting for me to solve.

Emotional issues are more important to me than my sister's death. Every day, apart from work, I actively date Jiang Miao, but he doesn't give me a chance to mention my sister. When he hears Chen Lai's name, he gets angry.

I'm curious about what's going on between these people.

At Jiang Miao's party with his friends, I drank a lot of wine until he was drunk.

"I'll take you home." I helped Jiang Miao into the car.

Jiang Miao said a place and I used the navigation system to drive over. There were many servants in the huge house. The servants took him from me and helped him to the room. I followed him to "Take care" of him.

"Chen Qing, I fucking want to sleep with you." He pulled off his tie and rushed at me.

I bent over and dodged, but he missed me and hit the door. He covered his head and sat down on the floor. I resisted the urge to laugh and helped him up. "Why are you so stubborn? The door didn't bother you."

He raised his scarlet eyes and glared at me, then told me about the experience on the table. He drank enough wine at night to make him inhumane.

"Jiang Miao, you don't like Chen Lai. Why do you like me?" I asked.

"I don't like Chen Lai because she's a hypocrite. What's she selling?" Jiang Miao waved his hand impatiently. "Forget it. It's always in my way. Can I not bother her?"

I resisted the urge to punch him. "What's she doing to you?"

"Stop me from making money." He burped and smiled at me. "You're different. You're helping me make money."

"Is chen lai missing? Or dead?" I felt like I had a knife hanging on my head, and my life was lost when the knife fell.

Jiang miao fell on the bed, frowned and asked, "Why are you asking so much?"

"Tell me." I tried to persuade him gently, my hands shaking from nervousness.

"What's the difference between missing and dead? That place must be dead." He covered his head with the blanket and ignored me.

That kind of place? Where? An inexplicable fear filled my heart. I wanted to ask more. I shook Jiang Miao, and he pushed my hand away and ignored me. I tried several times until he didn't respond.

What kind of place was Jiang Miao talking about?!

Seeing that he was sleeping, I left and took a taxi back to my place.

When I woke up the next day, Jiang Miao called me two or three times. I answered it with my eyes closed. I thought too much last night and didn't fall asleep until after two in the morning.

"Chen Qing, did you send me back yesterday? Did I say anything messy?" Looks like he's broken.

I yawned. "I didn't say anything. I did a lot of things. Do you want me to list them for you?"

"Pick the point." He cleared his throat and seemed a little shy.

I curled my lips. "Yesterday, when I left the restaurant, you held the doorman and insisted on worshipping others. If they didn't do it, you grabbed their tie and asked if they looked down on you. By the way, you pointed at the door and said you wanted to sleep with it. As soon as you ran up to the door, you bumped into a bag and felt for yourself."

There was a pause and suddenly the phone was cut off.

I laughed so hard that I didn't even want to go back to sleep, so I got up and made myself a decent breakfast.

Today was a day off, so I didn't have to go out to see clients. It was rare for me to be free. I asked Ning Jing out to go shopping. She happened to be painting on the street and asked me to go look for her.

"Oh, it's so beautiful. The little girl can draw one for me, too." I learned the essence of Jiang Miao's flirting with women.

Ning Jing glared at me, took the painting off the board and handed it to the guest. "Your painting, take it."

"What's this painting? It doesn't look like it at all. It's still so ugly. No, I don't want it." The guest pushed Ning Jing's fair wrist away.

I took a deep breath and took a step back.

Ning Jing shoved the painting into the man's hand. "What do you look like? I don't think I'm ugly. I think you've used too many beautiful cameras. You can't face the truth. You have to pay for my painting anyway."

The man was so angry that he took out thirty yuan from his pocket and gave it to Ning Jing.

"You want to rely on my hard money? There's no door." Ning Jing snorted and raised an eyebrow at me. "Tell me, where are we going?"

I helped her clean up the drawing board together. When she was wearing a cotton skirt and sweater, she really looked like a literary girl, but Ning Jing was not fit to speak.

"Just stroll around. I'm not in a good mood." I sighed.

She slung her bag over her shoulder. "What's wrong? We haven't been in touch for a long time, have we made any progress with your sister?"