Fang Xiao thought that Dongfang Yunheng would never come to her again, because she felt that there was no connection between her and him. He didn't owe her anything, and she didn't owe him anything.

Now, she and he are in the sky and on the ground. He is soaring freely in the sky like an eagle with spread wings, while she is like a loach rolling in the mud. Who has seen the eagle always thinking about the loach in the mud?

However, her idea only lasted for one day. When she got off work the next night, she took the bus back to her dormitory and opened her dormitory door with her key. She was stunned by the furnishings in the room.

The dormitory, which was originally more than 20 square meters, used to contain a 1.2-meter single bed, which seemed quite empty. Her bed was not even placed against the wall.

Now, the bed is close to the wall, and her original simple fabric wardrobe has disappeared, replaced by a wooden wardrobe with sliding doors, and in the vacant space between the bed and the wooden wardrobe, there is a simple

A fabric double sofa and a small glass coffee table.

Next to it, right next to the bed, was an extremely small computer desk and bookcase that was almost used for children. It was squeezed in there, really taking up the little space.

She rubbed her eyes with her hands, mistakenly thinking that she had opened the wrong room door, so she quickly pushed it out and looked up at the door number. It was indeed her dormitory door number.

With great doubts in his heart, he walked in the door again. The bathroom door was opened, and Dongfang Yunheng came out wearing a very casual nightgown.

She woke up after being shocked, and couldn't help but angrily growled at him: "Hey, Dongfang Yunheng, what do you mean? This is my dormitory!"

"I know," he was indifferent to her anger. He sat down on the double sofa, picked up a can of coffee on the coffee table, opened the handle and started drinking.

"I know you are still coming here?" Fang Xiao was so angry that he almost vomited blood. What did this man mean? He didn't want her life to be a little better, didn't he?

"I remember when you and I signed a one-year prostitution agreement," he picked up the briefcase beside him as he spoke, took out a document signed by her from the bag and handed it to her.

"You..." Fang Xiao stared at the document. It did have her and his signatures on it, but what on earth was going on? Didn't he give her one back half a year ago?

"We signed two copies at the beginning," he seemed to know her doubts, so he crossed his legs and explained to her calmly: "The one I returned to you was originally yours, and I don't want to return my share."

Is it in my hand?"

"But..." Fang Xiao tightly clenched the agreement in his hands, gritted his teeth, and finally uttered: "But you wrote on that agreement...

..”

"Xi Lingheng is dead," he took her words and said calmly: "Miss Fang, you see clearly, the person I signed on this document is Dongfang Yunheng, and I did not write that Dongfang Yunheng is dead."

Fang Xiao stared at the agreement in her hand dumbfounded. When she sold herself, she had indeed signed two agreements. One signed by the man was Xi Lingheng, while the other signed by the man was blank.

She originally mistakenly thought that the copy Xi Lingheng wanted did not require his signature as long as she signed her name, but who knew, actually... Dongfang Yunheng was so disgusting.
Chapter completed!