When Qin Xiaoman arrived at Changyuan, it was exactly 10:30 in the morning. Due to some reasons, her job was dismissed indefinitely.
Although I knew that the man wouldn't think of buying cigarettes every day, he still couldn't help but go and check it out again.
Thinking about the day a month ago, not long after she left, when she stepped into their home and saw the cleaning aunt fighting among a pile of messy cigarette butts, her heart ached.
He wasn't that aggressive when it came to smoking, but she was surprised. The reason why he abused himself like this was because of her.
But she was really not prepared in her heart. She couldn't explain why. Whenever she thought of Yan Zisong's father, which was also her father, and the forgotten love between her mother, she felt a sense of guilt in her heart.
.
She knew clearly that it was not her fault, and of course it was not Yan Zisong's fault either.
But thinking about the two people who once loved each other so much, but had to accept such a cruel fate, and this cruel fate was the reason for her and Yan Zisong's happiness, she felt as if their happiness had also become...
Despicable and heartless accomplice.
How can we accept the happiness that comes from the pain of others as a matter of course? How can we accept it calmly?
The door lock was quietly opened, and Qin Xiaoman walked in.
Knowing this time, Aunt Xu must not have come to clean yet, but the room was surprisingly tidy.
The dull woman did not notice this unusual factor, but continued to inspect the cabinets, and finally came to the bedroom of the two of them. Sometimes, he would put cigarettes in the second drawer beside the bed - no.
Don't check carefully.
The bedroom door was ajar.
The woman walked in naturally as usual, but before she fully entered the room, she was picked up from behind.
"Ah..." Qin Xiaoman was so shocked that she almost screamed, but the familiar voice and feeling behind her immediately dispelled the fear in the woman's heart.
"Stealing something?" Yan Zisong almost forced himself to hold back his huge joy and excitement, and deliberately spoke in a low voice.
Qin Xiaoman paused, half of his face was red again, and he was speechless. How to explain this situation now? She had never
I never thought that one day I would be caught. He couldn't have stayed in the company during the day. This is so unreasonable.
"Put me down quickly!" The woman twisted and knocked on his arm.
"Don't let me go!" Yan Zisong muttered like a rogue, but his arms tightened. "You tortured me to death, do you know?"
The man said through gritted teeth, "You came in by yourself this time, let's see how I deal with you." As he said this, he grabbed the woman's waist and took off half of her pants with one hand.
"How many blows should I give? Let me count how many days there are, and I will give you as many blows as you want."
As she spoke, Qin Xiaoman felt a chill behind her, and then the man's hot palms connected to her buttocks.
The fair and tender skin was exposed to the air, and with a "pop" sound, it was actually photographed!
This slap was loud. Although there was no pain, it was really loud. Every time Qin Xiaoman was punished like this in his life, he was so shocked and embarrassed that he couldn't even speak.
Little did he know that the man who was carrying out the punishment became more and more addicted to him. He didn’t know how many times he was slapped in total before the woman responded.
With a burning red face, he shouted resolutely and sternly, "Stop, let me down."