He was sitting across from the dining table. I saw him come down and put the newspaper on the table.
The cover of the newspaper was his headline. His eyes fell on the newspaper next to me, his brows furrowed tighter, and he looked a little unhappy.
"I don't want to see any newspapers within my sight." The deep voice was so indifferent.
"Oh!" I responded and threw the newspaper into the trash can. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like to see newspapers. I won't buy them again in the future."
My tone was so calm and well-behaved.
He looked at me with an even stranger look, as if he was a little confused, "You don't have anything to say to me?"
I took a sip of porridge and looked up at him: "Do you think there is anything I should say to you?"
"Are you not dissatisfied with me for staying out last night?"
"You're busy." I took the initiative to make excuses for him. It's completely understandable for a man like him who has everything to do all day long to stay up late at night!
"You don't have anything to ask me about the newspaper reports?" He frowned even more tightly.
"It's just a scandal. I've been involved in it too, so don't pay attention to it." I said calmly. After finishing a bowl of porridge, I picked up another bowl. It was obvious that I had a good appetite.
"You didn't call me all night!" His words sounded like he was complaining.
I looked back at him and frowned: "You want me to call you?"
"You should call me!"
"I don't think I need to call you!"
"You just ignore me and don't ask me anything?" He narrowed his cheetah-like eyes and stared at my face, waiting for my answer.
Why do I feel like he is complaining like a grown-up child who is extremely dissatisfied?
I raised my lips, put down the spoon in my hand, and said to him: "Why should I care about you? Women are great as long as they take care of themselves. Obedient men don't need to care about them. Disobedient men can care about them if they want."
No, you don’t have to worry about a man who treats you well. You won’t have to worry about a man who treats you badly. You don’t have to worry about a man who loves you. It’s not your turn to care about a man who doesn’t love you.”
After hearing this, he was a little surprised, and a slight smile appeared on his cold face: "Then, which type do you think I belong to? I can't take care of it even if I want to take care of it? Or I won't let you take care of it? Or, it's not your turn.
Tube?"
"All!" I finished the last mouthful of porridge, wiped my mouth and said, "I'm full, you can use it slowly." After saying that, I stood up and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, if you don't come back next time