C8

In my eyes, you're nothing more than a fart

This was not a warehouse, but a luxurious office.

Large areas of the floor glass faced the sea, looking at the endless blue. Sunlight poured into the room, making the original black and white colors of the decor more gentle, I involuntarily attracted.

What I said was the truth. To me, Lou Shaotang was the name on the marriage certificate, no different from a stranger. I would never waste my energy on a stranger.

"That's right. For people like you, aside from money, what else would you be interested in?" Lou Shaotang sneered, his tone carrying a trace of ridicule.

Even though he was telling the truth, the way he looked at me like he was trash made me feel uncomfortable.

But I didn't show it, but looked at him defiantly. "You're right, I love money, or why else would I marry you, the living dead? In my eyes, you are nothing more than a fart! "

Lou Shaotang sneered, and pinched my chin, "Your mouth is quite strong! I don't know if other than being good at speaking, you're also first-rate in other aspects. I'll give it a try another day! "

I'm no longer a little girl, what does he mean by that, how could I not understand?

"Scram!" I glared at him and knocked his hand away.

After that, Lou Shaotang and I came here almost every day, but we were busy day and night, talking very little. Occasionally, we would laugh at each other or ridicule each other.

In short, bipolar hatred is our present state.

Right now, after I had just finished talking to a male client on the phone, Lou Shaotang's bone-chilling voice suddenly sounded out again.

"Tu Ying, are you so stingy?!"

I knew he was mocking me for my flirting with him.

Ridiculous! Who do I like to mess with? Pollution his air? So the more he talks about me, the less I care.

"You're right!" "Andy is handsome and amorous. All women are happy when they see him, let alone a widow like me."

"A living widow?" Lou Shaotang raised his eyebrow, and laughed coldly: "It seems like that night didn't let you have your fun!"

He approached me slowly, his lips curving in a half-smile, his impudent eyes stripping me of my clothes.

I shivered, and unconsciously thought back to that night when he had given me an irrevocable release.

"Lou Shaotang, you've found the wrong person to fall in love with!" I glared at him, defensively.

Lou Shaotang ignored my anger and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. I staggered and fell into his embrace.