C23

"Oh …" She didn't want him to get involved with her own matters, so she would muddle along until she had a stable income.

"That child is very lonely." Looking at those adorable eyes of the elf, he felt a kind of heartache.

Calmly, "I know."

Why wasn't she paying?

He felt a lump in his throat. He couldn't eat anymore.

"It's late, I'll carry you to take a bath."

"Ah …" "No …" She did not like his existence. With him here, she would never be at ease.

He suddenly smiled. His smile was as charming as an orchid. "It's fine as if I carried you in. Don't worry, I'm not a peeper."

He had seen plenty of women, more than she could have predicted. There was really no need for her to be nervous.

"Oh …" Nodding unnaturally, her body covered in filth was really uncomfortable. She liked her clean self, so whoosh – she chose to surrender.

His heart was filled with joy when he heard that soft voice that sounded like an amnesty for the emperor.

Then the lights came on in the bathroom and the woman's figure hovered in the mosaic world of glass.

The sound of the water and the long, slanted bets made Long Ling a different world in his eyes...

There was a flame slowly growing inside his body.

Thus, habitually striking a match, lighting a cigar, her strong waist gracefully leaned against the leather sofa, her eyes slowly moved away from the bathroom, not wanting to hurt her heart that was soft and foreign assaulted her heart.

For the past two days, it was as if a thread was pulling him to Victorious Return again and again. Just because he was worried about her, he even cancelled tonight's gathering with his friends.

He was lost in his thoughts until the smoke burnt his finger. Then, he woke up with a start. The long ash was about to fall down at any moment, gently dropping the ash into the ashtray on the tea table.

Beside the ashtray, a dozen or so books were neatly folded into a pile. Casually pulling out a book, he opened the cover and looked at the 'YF' phonetic abbreviation.

The one he'd instantly associated with was Zhong Yufan. He remembered this name in his heart.

After extinguishing the cigarette, he didn't even feel the heat from his hand.

The sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. There was an impulse to rush in and ask, to take a deep breath, to take another deep breath, to suppress the fury in his heart with all his might.

It had only been a day, but she and Zhong Yufan had already 'hooked up'. In fact, Zhong Yufan had even bought her so many books. From this, it could be seen that their relationship was already extraordinary.

It was as if he was a husband caught in the middle of a bed. The atmosphere was heavy and depressing, filling the entire living room.

When the door closed, she stood there wrapped up in her pajamas, droplets of water dripping from her hair. Behind her chest, her long hair shone as black as a waterfall, and her beauty was suffocating, wanting to snatch away her fragrance.

Jumping towards the sofa, he watched her action like a rabbit. The softness of his chest through the thin layer of his pajamas shook as it moved, and the seductive scent disturbed his nerves.

As she sat down, Yinyin opened her mouth unnaturally, "Have you seen the newspapers and news?"

"Yes." The cold voice declared that he did not care.

"What should we do?" If she were to go out now, it was conceivable that she would have a 100% chance of turning back.

"Silence."

"Silence represents tacit approval. We don't have that relationship at all. Why were you spouting nonsense that day?" Now, even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she wouldn't be able to wash herself clean.

"Do you want the reporters to post the news of their breakup?" Those newspapers and news were his direct orders. It was impossible to take them back. Besides, it had already been a full day and the headlines had already spread throughout A City. There was no way to keep the masses in suspense anymore.

"…" It was another big issue. She would become more famous, her job would not be settled, and her livelihood would become a problem.

"Or just another piece of news, with the title 'Mo Tian President Ke Zhengwei's true girlfriend has a new lease on life'. What do you think?" He lit another cigarette, puffing out clouds and blowing them towards her like a leopard, his eyes full of danger.

"You … What nonsense are you spouting? "

"Isn't Miss Nuan a new girl?" As he spoke, Ke Zhengwei picked up the stack of books and threw it onto the sofa.

Hearing this, Yinyin suddenly came to her senses. He had been secretly peeping at her things.

"So what if I am? I am Zhong Yufan's girlfriend. That day, it was only a one-sided declaration; it has nothing to do with me."

She was angry. Actually, whether or not Yufan sent her those books had yet to be verified, and even her relationship with Yufan had never been clear. She had no intention of turning in a boyfriend since he had tried to hide from her.

But this Young Master Ke was too infuriating, too arrogant, too overbearing, too overbearing.

Satan, she doesn't want him.

"Slut, no wonder even a child is born at the age of fifteen."

Without a doubt, one of the most poisonous needles stabbed into her chest, causing her blood to flow in reverse. This caused her to feel a deep pain that pierced into her heart.

"I'm a slut. Who asked you to provoke me? Scram …"

Tears welled up in his eyes and fell down uncontrollably. On his face, the petals of peach blossoms bloomed like the petals of a wolf.

"Remember your promise and the rent …"

A long and drawn-out voice reached her ears. She turned around and left in a cold and suave manner. The door was not even closed yet. A slender figure slowly faded away from her sight through the crack in the door …

He looked at the bowl on the table. It was warm in the room before but now it had turned into smoke after the battle. Although the smell of gunpowder had gradually faded but the wound in her heart had yet to form a scab.

Once, all her things were moved to Victorious Return from the rented house, she had been moved by his thoughtful and attentive.

But at this moment, she only wanted to leave his sight and never see him again.

Dirty woman, because of the slut so had Weiwei, why that nightmare always does not leave her, wake up to sleep for a minute never to stop tormenting her.

Hate, she hated that man for taking away everything she had, for taking away her innocence and the warmth and happiness of her family.

Tears continued to pour out, silently sobbing, silently venting the pain and pain in his heart.

The night gradually turned cold, and his heart gradually grew cold.

With the moon as her companion, Yinyin hobbled to pack up the daily necessities she carried with her. She didn't even have time to pack up Weiwei's things.

Clothes, shoes, towels, even toothpaste, save as much as you can. She only had enough money on her for a month or so.

Looking at that phone call, he wanted to call Hui Zhen, Mei Rong, or Yufan, but the moment he picked it up, he gently put it down.

A person, a backpack, and a lonely figure walked out of the room that she had lived in for a day and a night.

With one word, 'unbridled', it was so ruthless that she no longer had a shred of nostalgia.