He suddenly turned around and saw her relieved expression. She was stunned, and he walked back quickly. Before she could turn her head, he grabbed her shoulders and smiled extremely evilly: "Yan Xixi, I see you
I really have a persecution disorder. What benefits can you get for me with just a beautiful face? These days, do you think it is better to get married? Or to fight a ten-year war for a woman? Hahaha, have you read too many novels?
?Women are really not as valuable as you think! There are as many beauties as you want. Do you think that I, Wang Donglin, can bring me benefits, fame and fortune by relying on women???"
"..."
"Yan Xixi, you overestimate yourself!"
"..."
"However, don't think too beautiful. Even if you want to 'transfer', you have to beg me yourself."
Transfer - that's the term in their circle. It means that women are just like players. If they want to change to another club, they have to pay a "transfer fee".
Before she could struggle, he had already let go of her and strode away.
The door slams shut, completely isolating a room from the outside world.
Yan Xixi was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes and fell asleep again.
When Wang Donglin quietly came in again, it was almost dawn.
She was fast asleep, and he didn't turn on the light, but just sat aside and looked at her quietly.
Next to it, there was the dirty janitor uniform thrown away.
It is conceivable that when she escaped, she was just like a female agent.
A liar is a liar. She is extremely vigilant and suspicious. Perhaps, she sees everyone in the world as a liar.
Although Wang Donglin was angry and funny, he couldn't help but secretly praise her: It's really hard for her to be so clever and run away dressed as a cleaner.
Yan Xixian opened her eyes and suddenly saw him, as if she had seen a ghost. However, she did not jump up, but subconsciously pulled the quilt to cover herself tightly.
Wang Donglin noticed that she was still lying fit and wearing a thick sweater, as if she was about to jump up and run away at any time.
"Yan Xixi..."
"Didn't you leave?"
He raised his right hand and shook it: "I'm injured and can't go out for fun. I'll take good care of myself at home for a few days."
She stared at his bandaged right hand in surprise, remembering the scene where the fruit knife stabbed the back of his hand last night - she actually stabbed him.
"Hey, this is the first time a woman stabbed me."
She didn't dare to talk.
He sat on the big chair, stretched out his legs comfortably, closed his eyes slightly, and said as if chatting: "Xixi, maybe I can't wait until the day when I see you wearing a bachelor's hat for a photo, and you really don't.
It’s suitable to stay here.”
"..."
"By the way, counting the time, it should be graduation soon, right? The school has notified you that it has been a long time since you took graduation photos?"
She didn't answer.
He asked again, and she slowly said, "I haven't notified you yet. It will probably be next month."
"You have wanted to be freed for a long time, right?"
"!!!"
"Forget it, I have never let a woman stay here for such a long time before. Zhou Ting got the wind from somewhere and called me yesterday to make insidious remarks. Yan Xixi, so I must let you go!"
He explained patiently and very gently: "Zhou Ting is our family's default marriage partner. Both families have recognized her. I can't embarrass both families. I must also worry about her face."
