Sang Xiaoyu was really angry. She stood up and said: "Of course I dare not forget how good you were to me, but what do you want me to do to convince you that I accept your kindness?
Are you satisfied just by going to bed? Then I will satisfy you now."
Sang Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with fire. She felt that you were willing to be kind to me, and I accepted your kindness because I was really desperate now.
Jiang Chunhui was also angry. He also felt that Sang Xiaoyu was a little ignorant of current affairs and could not see the good things in himself. He originally wanted to persuade her, but the words flew out of his mouth.
He said: "He is such a man. When life and death were at stake, he not only did not stand up, but ran away without any armor. Is a man who has no responsibility at all worthy of your concern for life and death?"
Sang Xiaoyu had heard such words too much. She felt that he had completely misunderstood her meaning, so she said: "I have to tell you several times, it's not that I want to reunite with him, I just want my son to have a stable place.
I know what my current physical condition is. What should I do if something happens to me? My mother is old, how many years can she take care of my son?
Except for his biological father, I don’t trust anyone else with the child. Am I wrong to look for him? Why do you always misrepresent me? "
Seeing that Sang Xiaoyu was really angry, Jiang Chunhui immediately softened and said flatteringly: "You know I didn't mean it that way, but when I heard you mention Cheng Weize, I got angry."
Sang Xiaoyu said seriously: "He is the father of my child. Apart from me, no one else in this world will treat him sincerely. Grandma is good to him, but how many years can she stay with him? I am a mother. These things
Don’t I want to think of the front? You don’t object to me saying that, right?
I make money every day to pay off my debts, but if something suddenly happens one day, who can my children rely on if not him?"
"Me!" Jiang Chunhui said loudly: "I will definitely treat your child as my own child."
Sang Xiaoyu stared at him and said nothing, thinking to herself, you rarely get close to your own daughter, let alone other people's children, but she didn't dare to say it because she didn't want to anger him.
"What? You don't believe it?" Jiang Chunhui was still silent in his own thoughts.
"Jiang Chunhui, even if I believe this, do you believe it?"
Jiang Chunhui smiled bitterly, found a step for himself and said, "There is nothing unbelievable."
Jiang Chunhui began to please Sang Xiaoyu, saying a lot of things about himself, and also made many disgusting remarks, which made Sang Xiaoyu dumbfounded.
The topic of Sang Xiaoyu looking for Cheng Weize didn't ruin his mood. He said that he had liked her for a long time, so much so that he was now confused about the reason why he liked her in the first place.
Sang Xiaoyu was still a little moved. She knew that being moved was not a heartbeat, but this obsession made her slightly calm heart beat violently again, making her eyes turn red.
Jiang Chunhui noticed her throbbing. He picked up the two small boxes again and said, "Don't mention him, just open them and take a look."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and said: "You gave me too many things. I have recovered now, so don't spend any more money."
Jiang Chunhui refused and said, "Even if you have money, you won't spend it. It's different. This is my intention."
Sang Xiaoyu finally opened it. One was a beautiful bracelet and the other was a necklace.
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I really can't accept it anymore, this thing is too sensitive."
Jiang Chunhui said: "We don't talk about this between us, just ask whether you like it or not?"
Sang Xiaoyu had to nod.
Jiang Chunhui said: "I'm not forcing you to do anything, as long as you like it, do you want me to bring it to you?"
Sang Xiaoyu quickly shook her head and said, "Forget it, you'd better send me to the store. I still have a lot of things to do."
Jiang Chunhui said: "I don't want to talk about you either. That high-end cigarette shop is also a symbol. You made it look like this...forget it, just follow your liking."
Sang Xiaoyu knew that he had always been dissatisfied with her own practices. Now, she also felt that this store was a bit unfair, but she couldn't control it so much. She had to make money quickly so that she could leave here as soon as possible.
Jiang Chunhui's phone kept ringing, and he spread his hands helplessly and said: "You can live here with peace of mind, and you can also bring your mother and children over. It will be convenient for us to meet again in the future. I'm leaving first. Use
No need for me to take you to the store first."
Sang Xiaoyu shook his head and said that he wanted to appreciate such a nice house. Jiang Chunhui left with a smile.
When Jiang Chunhui walked to the door, he realized that Sang Xiaoyu was kind to him, but even if he didn't have the tenderness of water, he could not be regarded as "like a thousand sails, Xie Hui's pulse is long and gentle."
When he got into the elevator, he felt that he had underestimated Sang Xiaoyu and overestimated himself.
I was melancholy all the way, and then high-spirited all the way.
After Jiang Chunhui left, Sang Xiaoyu really pinched herself, but it didn't feel like it was real.
Sang Xiaoyu looked at the house.
Someone once lived in it, and there are signs of living there. Could it be his original mistress?
Then she denied it because there were still traces of old people in the house.
For example, there is an old man's walking stick on the balcony and a few cloth shoes that only the elderly like to wear, which are placed in a small cabinet on the balcony.
Sang Xiaoyu was lying on the south balcony, looking down at a huge flower bed with green trees and pedestrians flowing in. This is a pretty good community. The entrance is closed and managed. At a glance, you can see the streets on the street.
Busy traffic.
Sang Xiaoyu watched for a while, and then entered the bedroom again. She found that the bedroom had been cleaned, and the bed was covered with new sheets and quilts.
There was a wardrobe in the bedroom. Sang Xiaoyu opened it and took a look. There were several new pajamas without even the trademarks cut off. Sang Xiaoyu knew that Jiang Chunhui must have prepared them for herself.
There is a drawer at the end of the bed, and there are some cigarette boxes in it. One of them has half a box of cigarettes, which is not Jiang Chunhui's favorite brand.
This is definitely not Jiang Chunhui's home. The house is only about 70 square meters, with a large living room, two bedrooms, one large and one small, and the bathroom is not large.
A gray sofa is placed in the living room, opposite a TV with a minimum size of more than 50 square meters, and a TV cabinet under the TV.
Sang Xiaoyu reached out and opened the drawer, which was full of remote controls and batteries...
Sang Xiaoyu walked barefoot in the bedroom. The pure wool carpet was printed with dark flower patterns. It felt loose and soft under the feet, but the soles of the feet were warm and ironed. There was a leather sofa, an LCD TV, and an exaggerated and large double bed.
There are potted plants in the house that she planted in the past, including spider plants and daffodils that she likes. Because they have been left unattended for a long time, their leaves have turned yellow.
The north balcony was small and had plenty of sunlight. She leaned down and looked down. The community was neat and tidy, with flower beds and trees everywhere.
She suddenly remembered her rental house on the outskirts of the city, and the days she spent living among rats and flies all day long...
The present is different from the past, and the present is different from the past. She doesn't know which is more real.