Struggle for

  I've always been used to sleeping alone, and every time I sleep with Ba Wang, the quality of my sleep is extremely poor, almost always waking up with my eyes open. This time, I woke up before 5 o'clock again, suffocated, with Ba Wang's hand on my chest, his hand restlessly rubbing against me.

  I turned my head to look at him, and saw that he was sleeping soundly! I couldn't even figure out how I ended up sharing a bed with the tyrant. I shifted his hand, trying to get it off me, but instead I woke him up.

  He asked me what time it was, and the clock was right next to him, he could have seen it by just turning his head, but instead he asked me. I got up, stretched my neck to take a look, and told him it was exactly five o'clock. He suddenly pushed me down and mounted on top of me, his movements were too sudden, I fell back onto the bed at a loss, staring at him with wide eyes.

  Men have physiological reactions in the morning, I clearly feel his ** and fervor. I had a slight gratitude for him last night, and suddenly ran away, men are reliable, even sows will climb trees.

  He didn't get straight to the point, chatting with me while pinching my waist. I found out he had a habit of doing things and chatting at the same time. He asked if it was good to go home, and of course, I said yes, even though I hated those damn relatives. He continued asking what I did after going home, and I couldn't understand why this busy person would ask such boring questions for no reason. Was he trying to experience the common people's feelings? That was my excuse for finding him high-end and elegant.

  I told him something insignificant, anyway he knew it and didn't care, he would forget as soon as he turned his head. In fact, he wasn't listening to me seriously at all, his eyes were fixed on my body. It had been a month and a half since I last had sex with a man, he suddenly came in and I was in so much pain that I wanted to scream for my mom and dad. I was the one who was suffering, but he was enjoying it, patting my cheek and saying how tight I still was!

  Grandma's, if he likes to be tight, he can find a virgin, later I found out that some men who have played around don't even bother to look for virgins, they're too dry. Only those who haven't slept with many women would say they want to find a virgin, and the newly developed women are more challenging for them.

  He exercised on top for almost half an hour, then flipped over and lay on the bed, panting heavily, wrapped in a quilt with hot air and sweat. I wanted to kick off the quilt, but still obediently snuggled up, motionless.

  It wasn't long before the alarm clock rang, and Bawang should have gotten up. However, he curled up and pressed his eyes shut. Others said that men like to sleep after they've finished their business. Hearing his light breathing again, it seemed he had fallen asleep once more.

  The alarm clock is ringing non-stop, it's deafening. He doesn't even move, looks like this guy has exceptionally good sleep quality. The national anthem is still being sung non-stop, I haven't heard the national anthem in years, thanks to the tyrant!

  Last time he scolded me was because of **, I don't want to be scolded again, so I turned off the alarm clock and patted his back to wake him up. At first, I spoke softly, but he didn't respond, so I shouted in his ear. He finally woke up, still dazed, with blurry eyes, rubbing his hair and asking what time it was again.

  No matter how good the temper is, it can't stand his tossing and turning. I said in a bad tone for once, his head was buried in the quilt, let me call him after ten minutes, just find his clothes and put them in the washing water.

  "Damn it, I'm just like a nanny for his family, and who knows if I'll even get paid. The first two times he totally took advantage of me. I kicked off the covers and got dressed in a huff, although I was furious, but I still went ahead and did all the things he told me to do, then called him up."

  Usually when he takes a bath, I can roll away, but before entering the bathroom, he calls me not to leave. I sit on the sofa and wonder what play he wants to perform.

  The frosted glass was semi-transparent, and I inadvertently looked up to see the tyrant standing under the showerhead. Usually, the tyrant would be sitting on the bed staring at me, but this time the object of his gaze had changed to me.

  I saw him first wipe his body with a sponge, then run to the showerhead to rinse off. Nowadays, many TV shows for ratings have the male lead take a bathing scene, and as they gaze at the male lead's solid chest muscles, the female audience screams loudly, causing hormones to surge up.

  In fact, I'm not interested in Ba Wang's chest muscles at all. Many male leads in A-pictures have great physiques, but what I'm particularly concerned about are the two scars on Ba Wang's back. I noticed them last time when I helped him take off his clothes. Those two big scars were very deep, and I don't know what caused them.

  The boss beckoned me to come in and signaled for me to go inside. He wouldn't be in the mood after taking a bath, would he! Fortunately, I overthought it, and what the boss meant was that he wanted me to help his grandfather put on clothes. His two big scars looked frightening, and I don't know which tendon wasn't right, so I touched his scars and asked him how he got them.

  After asking, I felt that I was really overthinking and complaining about living too long. The tyrant didn't make a sound, and I didn't expect him to answer a young lady's question.

  I turned to help him tie his tie, this time not a red scarf, but the action was clumsy, a bit awkward, he looked at me with dissatisfaction and glared at me, pushing my hand away and tying it himself. As he tied his tie, he told me that it was a gunshot wound.

  Gunshot? I'm not unfamiliar with knives and guns, Hei Zi has a few guns in his hand, but the gun is just brought out to scare people, there are only a few people who really shoot bullets, if it's a fight, the people on the road are all holding knives and chopping. After all, guns are much more expensive than knives and easy to get into trouble.

  People are curious, I want to keep asking, but wisely shut my mouth. The fewer you know about their affairs, the safer you will be. Some things, if you know them, will only bring trouble.

  The tyrant saw my expression and snorted, scolding me for being timid like a mouse. He likes to scold however he wants, I'm not hurt or itchy, just as if I hadn't heard him. I followed behind his butt out of the bedroom, I turned back to look at the bed cabinet, thinking of the red cash inside, won't be in vain again! Damn it, don't play with people like that!

  I took down the briefcase from the shelf and handed it to him. He pinched my face behind his back and said, "If you want money, take it from the drawer!"

  Ah! I let out a disbelieving cry. It wasn't that I hadn't heard clearly, but rather I didn't dare to confirm what he said. He glared at me, his index finger pointing at my forehead as he scolded: "What's inside your brain? You're just pretending to be clever!"

  No way! Is he going to keep me? Previously, Ba Wang often went to nightclubs to find Hong Se, and the people below discussed that Ba Wang wanted to keep Hong Se. A bolder sister asked Pang Zi, who smiled and said how could it be possible. From Pang Zi's mouth, we learned that there were no women around Ba Wang, and he had never kept any woman. If he wanted one, he would just make a phone call.

  I don't believe I can break the usual pattern of the overlord, although I know I have a few points of charm, but what kind of person is the overlord? Women who are more beautiful than me are common, but the raven-haired woman in front of me, her looks and temperament are unknown streets ahead of me. If it's said that the overlord has his eyes on me, that's even more of a fantasy, this kind of person doesn't understand what love is at all. If he's interested in me, making a phone call can solve the problem.

  The overlord didn't give me much time to think about it, nor did he need my consent. He pinched my cheek and told me to stay in the small white building obediently, saying he would be back at night. After finishing speaking, he left.

  I stood there, a bit stunned. The overlord wanted to take care of my affairs, but I didn't feel happy at all, even with over a million in the drawer. All my plans were changed by the overlord's one sentence. Could I refuse the overlord? No, I didn't have the courage to disobey the overlord's orders. There was a big question mark in my mind, why did he want to do that.

  I'm not a clever person, I can only seek answers from others, and the best candidate is Chen Sang. At this time, I forgot that she was younger than me, I anxiously called Chen Sang's phone, but it was turned off, I continuously called several times, all were turned off, I got angry and wanted to smash someone, I fiercely threw my phone on the bed.

  I was getting anxious, a middle-aged woman entered the bedroom and told me that lunch was ready. I turned around to look at the middle-aged woman, taking a good look at her for the first time - she had an ordinary appearance, tall and sturdy build, somewhat robust, giving off a strong impression.

  I asked her name, she remained silent and didn't speak, standing straight like a soldier on guard. No matter what I asked, she wouldn't tell me. Her mouth was sealed tight, so I stopped asking. 360 search for "Misguided Love"

  When I was having lunch, Chen Sang finally called me back. I scolded her harshly for not answering my calls and turning off her phone. Chen Sang told me that she had just returned from Wen Xin's place and asked what was wrong. I told Chen Sang that I was in Shenzhen, staying at the Xiaobai Building, and then I detailed to her what Bawang said to me this morning, asking for her thoughts on it.

  Chen Sang remained silent on the phone, and after I finished speaking, Chen Sang asked if there was anyone else around. I looked up to see a middle-aged woman standing properly, and immediately got up and walked towards the bedroom.

  When I said no one was there, Chen Sang asked me in a low voice if I knew Song Mu Zhi. I nodded and responded with an "uh-huh". Chen Sang then asked me again, "Do you know why Wen Xin wanted to find you last time?" Of course, I didn't know.

  Chen Sang coughed and told me that Wen Hui and Wen Xin used to be lovers, but after Wen Hui went to the US for college, she got together with Song Mu Zhi. Wen Xin couldn't swallow this and I don't know how he found out about my relationship with Song Mu Zhi. Wen Xin approached me just to get revenge on Song Mu Zhi, he wanted to give me a photography job, but in reality, he just wanted to send the photos to Song Mu Zhi. Since Song Mu Zhi took his woman, he could also take Song Mu Zhi's woman.

  It turned out to be a storm stirred up by the red beauty, and when I heard Chen Sang's words, I suddenly felt chills down my spine. Who did I provoke? It's not that kind of play to bully people.

  I picked up my phone and took a glance around the room, making sure there were no middle-aged women nearby before asking Chen Sang in a low voice, "What does 'Ba Wang' mean?" Chen Sang told me she wasn't quite clear either, but vaguely said it was probably about another round of rights disputes.

  Good grief! I'm just an ordinary person, those people above are all big shots, they're fighting for power and position, what's it got to do with me?