Behind him, Mu Shiqin began to roar angrily. Ruoxi heard him say: "You would rather live that kind of life with Liancheng than come back to me. Why, Ruoxi, tell me why?"
Ruoxi found it very ridiculous. The question she was asking at this moment was like a child asking the teacher why the peacock's wings are colorful.
Ruoxi turned around, looked at the man, and looked at Mu Shiqin seriously. The wind blew a corner of the man's black windbreaker, and he felt something rising on his body, and then slowly retreated.
Ruoxi didn't know at the time that it was a man's persistence that wanted to lock me down.
"I am willing to stay with Liancheng. Even if I live a lowly life, I also like it. This is my own choice and has nothing to do with you!"
Mu Shiqin looked at Ruoxi and said sarcastically: "Is it possible that you are willing to flirt and flirt in the wine of despair?"
Ruoxi was furious and said angrily: "I do. It's my choice to flirt and show off. It has nothing to do with you."
"Then you sell it, why not sell it to me!" Mu Shiqin's words were indescribably frivolous, but his expression was so serious that Ruoxi didn't know if he was really playing with her or if he was just born with acting skills.
How ironic, Ruoxi actually saw anticipation on the man's face!
"Mu Shiqin, why are you always so arrogant and arrogant? Don't you know what respect is? What's even better than me is that he always knows how to respect me!"
"Since you want to be respected, why do you do it? Why do you still respect it when you have already treated it as a drug?"
With a snap, Ruoxi raised her hand fiercely and hit Mu Shiqin in the face.
Her fingers were a little sore, and she glared at Mu Shiqin angrily: "Mu Shiqin, does it feel good to trample on me? Are you still not a human being? Why are you still unwilling to let me go when I have been bruised and bruised by you?
What exactly do you want!"
Every time he stood in front of Mu Shiqin, Ruoxi always felt as if he had no clothes on. Being naked made him feel uncomfortable. He always put aside his disguise so easily, and then presented a look that made him scared.
fact.
"I just want you to see clearly, Ruoxi, what do you really want? Dignity? If it is dignity, why should you be a dancer without trampling on yourself? If what you want is money, you can give up your dignity for money,
Then come with me." He handed his hand over, with beautiful fingers: "Come with me, okay?"
Ruoxi looked at Mu Shiqin blankly, suddenly feeling that she had no choice.
She never thought that dignity and money would stand on the same scale, waiting for her to choose.
Ruoxi believes that money cannot buy dignity.
So I think they are not comparable.
Just like Liancheng and Mu Shiqin in my own life.
Ruoxi always believed that only Liancheng would respect him, and Mu Shiqin was money that was vulgar but indispensable.
Ruoxi has always believed that dignity cannot be bought with money, but she has never thought about how to live without money.
What's the use of having dignity if you can't survive?
Slowly, Ruoxi collapsed on the ground, her whole body weak.
It seemed like she was always asking, asking Mu Shiqin what do you want!
But I have never asked myself, Ye Ruoxi, what do you want?
If you want to be calm, why can't you ever calm down after seeing Mu Shiqin?
If you want dignity, why do you become a prostitute just for money?
If you want money, why wouldn't you choose Mu Shiqin for money?
He obviously has a lot of money? Why?
Do you know that Mu Shiqin, you have given me a lot of problems?
It's like a cycle, making people unable to choose between their desires.
Ruoxi wanted to cry, so she really cried.
Only then did she realize that she was living so blindly, so she didn't know what she wanted.
No wonder I am so unhappy!
"Shiqin, why can't you learn to respect me like Liancheng?"
The man knelt down and hugged Ruoxi gently. "I respect you, but you can't see me in your eyes!"
Ruoxi was thinking innocently, how could I not see you, obviously all I see is you!
But he forgot that Ruoxi had left countless fingerprints on the man's face, but he had never dodged or fought back.