Deng Wenliang curled his lips and continued: "At that time, I saw that this boy looked so sunny and handsome, almost exactly the same as me when I was young. I had a good impression of him. Later, I watched all his majors.
The certificate and hearing the music he played made me more determined to hire him.”
"So you asked him to come to me for an interview? And you said he saw the recruitment advertisement I sent?"
"Yes," Deng Wenliang looked at me, his expression as calm as water, and he replied slowly, "I asked him to go to you for an interview, and told him that if he failed your interview, I would not be able to hire him. At the same time, I also
Tell him that if you hire him, let him accept whatever salary you give him, because I will give him another salary. The condition is that he will chat with you in addition to giving piano lessons to his daughter. At the same time, I also ask him not to mention peace.
It’s about my meeting.”
I sneered and asked, "How can you be so sure that I can accept him?"
Deng Wenliang smiled proudly and said softly: "Because I know you." Then he explained, "When I saw him, I felt like my eyes lit up because he was indeed very similar to me when I was young. I
I think, if he can arouse my touch, then it will arouse your infinite reverie, because you are more sentimental than me. I chatted with him, which strengthened this feeling. I think you will definitely be with him.
You will be very happy, because you all like music, poetry, prose and other romantic things, but now I am not interested in these at all."
Deng Wenliang's words were filled with confidence.
I laughed, but there was endless bitterness in this smile. My husband, the husband I have shared the same bed with for thirteen years, is so thoughtful. He actually wants to find a boyfriend for the wife he is marrying?
Should I be excited? Or should I be sad?
"Why did you do this?" I asked Deng Wenliang through gritted teeth. I thought my eyes were shooting fire at this time.
Facing my anger, Deng Wenliang no longer had a smile in his eyes. He suppressed his smile and told me calmly: "Because I no longer love you, I can't give you everything you want, but I still want to
To maintain this marriage, in the face of your increasingly ardent desire, I can only temporarily find a substitute to give you some comfort on my behalf."
The anger in my eyes gradually turned into shock, and I murmured, "So what happened next?"
"No!" Deng Wenliang categorically denied, "One thing I didn't expect is that you would go to bed." As he said that, Deng Wenliang looked at me, his eyes gradually turned mocking, and he used a sinister expression.
He said to me in a tone of voice: "Xiaoman, Xiaoman, I underestimate you at this point!"
I sneered and asked him sarcastically: "So in your eyes, I am a wooden person? I have no emotions or desires at all?"
Deng Wenliang smiled mockingly, shook his head, and then said to himself: "At least you are not so bold. In my impression, you have always been timid and cowardly. I originally thought that you two are so different.
With your always cowardly and rational way of doing things, no matter how much he seduce you, you won't go to bed with him. But you should be moved. I think the relationship between you is at best the ambiguous mode of Lan Yan's confidant. He accompanies you.
You talk about music, you talk about prose and poetry, you talk about romantic things, that's it."
"Haha, but then I still slept with him?" I said sarcastically to Deng Wenliang.