"Did you know there was something wrong with the bottle of water I drank that day?"
She finally mustered up the courage to say those words
Xiu Yu looked over with an indifferent expression, quietly waiting for her to continue.
"You know everything, why do you still treat me like that? Do you think women in that kind of place can sell everything for money?"
A bitterness spread quietly in her heart, and there was a kind of anger in Jing Miao's eyes. Mentioning that night was like digging open the scabbed wound with her own hands again.
that's shame
This man remained silent, as if concentrating on savoring the cigarette in his hand
She gradually calmed down in such silence, the heat on her face and the humiliation in her heart faded away, and she regretted it. Speaking out would not help, so why should she look for trouble?
"We don't have anything to settle in this account. I don't want the money myself. It's not that you didn't give it well. Mr. Xiu, I can leave."
She turned around, and the night breeze was slightly cool, blowing on her face, as if mocking the heat on her face hidden in the night.
Suddenly there was a force behind her, a hand grabbed her and turned her around
"No woman can arouse my interest like you."
Xiu Yu, who was tall, was focusing on Jing Miao's face at the moment. There was a faint smell of tobacco on her body. She could see his clear eyes, which reflected her small face.
"If you feel aggrieved, I can give you money."
Jing Miao's whole body froze, and the place held by his big hand felt like a soldering iron. She jerked away and threw it away.
"Then what do you want? I'll give you money, but you don't want Jing Miao, so why do you do this? If you're a senior student dancing in there, you should know that not many women can stay alone in there."
Yes, I don’t want the money. Why is she being pretentious? Doesn’t she just need money? The money from her uncle’s family has not been repaid and the internship job is gone. Why is she being pretentious?
A credit card was delivered to Jing Miao's eyes
"Never go to that kind of place again." Xiu Yu put the card into Jing Miao's hand and pulled Jing Miao, who was stunned, into the car with her backhand.
Standing at the door of the hospital, the Land Rover had disappeared into the dark night. Jing Miao slowly turned around, holding the credit card tightly in her hand.
When she walked in, she wanted to throw the card into the trash can in the corridor. Suddenly, there was a sound of high heels clicking in the corridor, from far to near, and stopped in front of her.
Jing Miao raised his head and when he saw it was her, he was surprised, why was she here?