I don't care anymore.
She can't even control her own man.
So there's no need to put on an act.
The contract is signed.
I walked past the man, tossing my hair and posing.
I believe I can captivate him.
I finished work for the day.
I got home, took off my clothes, and changed into pajamas.
At that moment, a phone call came in.
"Hello."
"Hello."
"I'm the person who bought the house today."
"Do you still remember me?
You came so quickly.
I'm secretly happy in my heart."
Sure enough, there's no man I can't charm.
I curl my lips.
My tone deliberately carries a hint of tenderness.
Dao: "Ah."
"Oh oh."
"Of course remember it."
"Teacher, is there something you need?"
He smiled and said, "Do you have plans for the weekend tomorrow?"
"I'd like to invite you to have a meal."
"By the way, let's talk about the house."
The fish took the bait.
"Sure."
"Of course can." I readily agreed. Because this is obviously the result I want.
The next morning, I got up early to dress up. But for some reason, I always feel like someone is secretly watching me.
I just changed my clothes.
The man called right away.
He said, "Are you going to wear the same clothes as yesterday?"
I wonder, I just changed my clothes.
His call came in.
It's as if he really knows what I'm doing.
Just a fleeting thought.
I still want to.
It must be a coincidence.
"The clothes are dirty."
"But."
"I changed into something that all men will like."
I raise the ending tone.
Seductive, speaking on the phone in the morning.
The voice on the other end disappeared for a moment.
Then I heard him chuckle.
I always feel that the laughter carries a sense of eagerness.
Immediately, he said, "Is that so? West Chamber Restaurant, I'll wait for you."
"Okay."
I left the house.
It wasn't until I left the room that I felt relieved.
Starting from yesterday,
I have this constant feeling of being watched in my room.
I arrived at the restaurant.
Truly a place for the wealthy.
Bright lights, wine, and gold and silver everywhere.
Haha.
This is life.
I walked in with my head held high.
It's that feeling of being watched again.
What's wrong with me?
I saw him.
He didn't notice me.
Looking down and holding a phone.
It should be the WeChat interface.
Could it be chatting with His wife?
Oh.
I will make him forget about His wife.
He should behave himself.
wholeheartedly love me.
Men are creatures who think with their lower body.
I understand this better than anyone.
I stood behind him.
Gently tapped his shoulder.
He seemed to have known it was me.
Turned around.
Smiling, she pulled me to sit down.
That uncomfortable feeling of being stared at appeared again.
That feeling made me instinctively turn my head.
I saw a figure suddenly leaving outside the door.
Holding a black plastic bag.
The woman who came to buy a house with the man on that day does look quite similar.
Very gloomy.
That must be her, no mistake.
How could she be here?
Could it be that she followed a man here?
Seeing her man cheating.
Did you really just leave like that?
Huh.
You're really a coward.
Deservedly can't keep a man.
"What are you looking at?"
"So fascinated."
The man's voice brought me back to my senses.
"Ah, it's nothing, just someone who looks familiar."
3: After finishing the meal.
He invited me to his house.
He's such an impatient man.
But I still went home with him.
As soon as he entered the house,
he started to fiddle around.
I laughed and stopped him.
Let him go take a shower first.
I am sitting in the bedroom.
Looking around.
Suddenly smelled a foul odor.
It's coming from the direction of the wardrobe.
I feel something is not right.
Curiosity led me to open that wardrobe.
A black plastic bag rolled out.
Emitting the stench of something rotten.
I took a few steps back in horror.
Suddenly, I fell back onto the bed.
There was a cracking sound—
The bathroom door is open.
A man walked out from inside.
"What are you doing?"
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