thought that as long as she cried, then he would coax her and pamper her.
Just like he doted on her before.
But she didn't know.
He wouldn't have done that.
At least not now.
He leaned down and picked up the two hundred yuan and stuffed it into Mu Jinjin's half-clenched fist, looked up at her little face that was red and swollen from crying, and said mockingly: "Two hundred dollars is already a friendship price, and for a woman of your size, the red light district will not exceed thirty dollars." ” “” She stopped crying and looked at his merciless face sobbing and panting, her teeth biting her lip and the hand holding the money turned into a fist.
She hated him She wanted to throw the money back in his face and leave the nightmarish place proudly, but he had already preempted her and stood up straight and left the office.
At the moment, she was the only one left in the huge office.
She was left in the midst of embarrassment and despair.
She turned to look at his departing back, and her burning heart died little by little.
Why didn't he believe her Why should he be paranoid that she was lying to him?
What would he do if one day he knew she wasn't lying to him?
Apologize to her Then will she choose to forgive him?
She didn't know.
She really didn't know.
This love, which has lost trust, leaves her with no sense of security at all.
Her heart is like a wandering bottle, floating around on the empty sea, seemingly free, but in fact homeless.
His distrust and suspicion caused their "small family" to collapse.
Maybe the little family that belongs to them will fall now, or maybe it will be later.
But none of this matters.
Because now she just wants to do one thing.
That is to prove one's innocence She had to use the evidence to show him that she had never been as bad as he imagined In the evening.
The mild sun casts a wheat glow over a private golf course in northwestern Sweden.
Mu Anyang is standing on the lawn of the course and bending over to play the golf course, even though he is old, the ball he plays still accurately enters every hole, which shows how ruthless and decisive he will be when he is young.
Mu Jinjin didn't have time to think about those deep things, she was running in the direction of Mu Anyang with her rococo skirt.
Mu Anyang seemed to notice her arrival, stopped the club in his hand and turned his head, and when he saw that the person who came was Mu Jinjin, the hand holding the club stiffened.
"Grandpa."
Mu Jinjin ran to Mu Anyang and stopped, and before he had time to catch his breath, he said, "Grandpa, I'm here to find you."
Mu Anyang put away the club in his hand and handed it to the caddie on the side, pointed to the location of the golf course leisure area, and said kindly to Mu Jin.
"Let's sit down over there, kid."
"Hmm" The two sat opposite each other at a lounge table with a backdrop to the grassland, and the caddies who stood at the lounge table picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot milk tea for each of them, and then placed it in front of their tables.
"Sir, Miss, please have tea."
"Okay."
Mu Anyang took the tea in front of him and drank it a little sluggishly, looked at the cup full of milk tea in front of Mu Jinjin, and asked her lovingly, "Does the child not like this flavor of milk tea, if you don't like grandpa, you can ask someone to change it for you."
"It's not."
Mu Jinjin shook his head and interrupted Mu Anyang's words, and folded his hands on the table. oshow7 t1706231537: