There is something wrong with him

  A woman's sixth sense is quite accurate, and I've been to the nightclub for three years, how could I not see Wen Hui's eagerness towards Bao Wang, even if Song Mu Zhi was sitting next to her, her eyes were still fixed on Bao Wang, it's too obvious when someone is into another person, can't hide it at all.

  I really thought that Ba Wang and Wen Xin came to me for the same reason, to satisfy men's vanity and revenge psychology. One sentence from Ba Wang made me speechless, making me feel that my own thoughts were particularly despicable.

  The overlord's face didn't look good, he coldly glanced at me and said, "Lu Xiaowen, you just like to think you're smart. You women all think you're extremely intelligent, like to pretend, but actually, your brains are filled with nonsense, one glance and I can see right through."

  He also uses a tone of disdain to evaluate women, it seems that he has deep-seated prejudices against women. I don't know if he was seriously hurt by a woman before, but if so, then I would worship that sister, she is simply my goddess. However, I think he just has serious male chauvinism.

  He always says that, what can I respond with? Lying on the sofa, speechless. He pulled my hair and it hurt! More heartache than physical pain, how much of my hair was broken?! ***, my hair is hard to grow long, after two years of growing it out, it just reached my waist, his hair isn't growing on my head, of course he doesn't understand the heartache.

  The overlord frowned at me and scolded, "You were so eloquent just now, how did you become mute?"

  You're mute, your whole family is mute. He wants me to say something, wants me to continue crying in front of him, saying how pitiful I am, but he doesn't know how to cherish and appreciate a good person, no, the other party isn't me anyway.

  I saw him idle and thought of finding someone to talk to, how lonely he must be in his heart! The old man wanted me to speak, so I responded by asking if he needed to go on a business trip tomorrow. He looked at me with disdain, clearly disapproving of the topic's lack of substance. So I went ahead and asked the puzzlement that had been hidden in my heart: Is Wen Hui adopted?

  The tyrant glared at me, his index finger pointing at my forehead. "What's in your head?" he asked. "Do you think this is the 60s or 70s? Where would we find so many children to adopt? Most of the orphanages are full of kids with broken legs and arms." He said that even if they really didn't have any children, they still wouldn't adopt other people's kids.

  I think he's got a problem, when others don't talk to him, he feels disdained, but when I do talk to him, he looks down on me even more, damn it, he's really hard to get along with.

  He propped his head up with his right hand and told me that Wen Hui was the daughter of his uncle's original wife, and since his uncle often stayed in the army and his aunt was busy, they left Wen Hui to her grandmother, so they basically grew up together.

  My first thought was childhood sweethearts, but seeing the sharp gaze of Ba Wang Rui Li, I proactively changed it to Qing Mei having intentions, Zhu Ma being unfeeling. It seems that Wen Xin and Song Mu Zhi are both pitiful people, Wen Hui didn't even take a liking to either of them, they're just cannon fodder.

  Ba Wang is a two-faced guy, his right hand that was supposed to be free had nothing better to do than to pinch my waist lightly, it's really ticklish. I especially can't stand being touched by others, when we're doing things, I don't like Ba Wang touching me, it's not just ordinary discomfort. I grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him move again, he let out a snicker and said "so sensitive!"

  He whispered to me, "In the past, the young boys in our courtyard often gathered to watch small movies. At the age of 13 or 14, they had never even touched a woman, but they all fantasized about being famous stars. The star everyone liked the most was Wu Zhenyan." He reached out and pinched my cheek, continuing, "In front of outsiders, she's pure and innocent, but take off her clothes and it's a different story."

  I really hate his face for saying such things, his words are absolutely not praising me, but scolding me in a roundabout way. I'd like to slap him again. In his eyes, I'm always a lady, and the tenderness he showed just now is just his temporary infatuation, playing with my emotions, teasing me.

  He pressed against my heart, making it hard to breathe, his words sharper than a knife. I reached out to push him away from myself, but the Overlord caught my hand and asked if I was angry? His expression was like watching a mouse struggling under his paw, amused and excited.

  I'm so angry, I can't even pretend to be calm. I glare at the Overlord as he counterattacks, saying "Li Ying, you're just sick." The Overlord doesn't get angry, but instead smiles and says "What's wrong with being sick? I see that you're enraged and it gets me particularly excited, makes me want to fuck you."

  I think only that son of a bitch Li Yun would say those words with such conviction, looks like he's addicted to being abusive, and I'm just an unlucky egg, damn it, what a freak, there's something wrong with him.

  The tyrant's words made me so angry that I glared and raised my foot to kick him with force. Who is he? He read four years of military school, served as a soldier for three years, and as soon as my foot lifted, he quickly suppressed me with his foot, making it difficult for me to move at all. I really wanted to spit in his face and tell him to go see a doctor if he was sick. But thinking again, I felt that getting angry would be what he wants, so I closed my eyes and did nothing.

  He's just a rubber ball, the harder you hit it, the higher it bounces. I'm not going to hit him anymore, let's see if he can calm down. He turned over and got off me, pulling my arm outward.

  I suddenly opened my eyes and told myself that I really couldn't do it, sneering at me for what was in my mind, and the middle-aged woman would be back soon after finishing her business.

  It turns out that the tyrant also has a kind side, and it's a rare sight. The next second, the tyrant had his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at me with an air of superiority, saying "What are you still standing there for? Do you want me to carry you up?"

  Of course, his expression was mocking. I casually picked up the blanket next to me and wrapped it around myself, quickly running towards the bedroom, rushing into the bathroom to start washing up.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a warm stream flowed from the root of my thigh. This bastard, doesn't he know that there are still condoms in this world? I carefully wiped it clean until I washed off the smell on the condom and then rolled back onto the Simmons bed.

  The tyrant leaned against the bed, smoking again. His nicotine addiction was not ordinary. I secretly cursed him in my heart, thinking that one day he would die of lung cancer. The tyrant seemed to sense my thoughts and turned his head to look at me. I habitually smiled.

  He let out a cold snort, beckoned me over with his hand, and I could only obediently lean in close. He blew smoke right into my face, and my throat, which had just started to recover, began coughing violently again, choking back tears.

  He saw me suffering and laughed, extinguished the cigarette and ordered me to sleep. It seems that as he said, he is addicted to abusing me and can't stand my happiness.

  Maybe I'm too tired, the tyrant is sleeping in bed, making a loud breathing sound, not exactly snoring. I've been tossing and turning on the Simmons mattress since I got back, but I just can't fall asleep. Too many things have happened in the past few days, and the culprit who brought all the troubles is the person sleeping next to me, which is also ironic. Otherwise, at this time, I would have already bought a house and been busy decorating it. Even if I'm tired, I wouldn't be as worried and fearful as I am now, and I wouldn't have to look at someone's face.

  I sat up abruptly in bed, staring fixedly at the tyrant, not looking at a decent face, but with worms crawling all over his bones. I clenched my fists, having an urge to strangle him while he was asleep.

  This idea was just a moment, I didn't have the courage to become a murderer. Some of the girls also came out from prison, and I've heard about life inside, I don't want to stay in there for my whole life, so I obediently lay down and sleep.

  The next day, when I woke up, the tyrant was already gone. It's strange that he didn't wake me up. With his temper, how could he bear to let someone sleep soundly beside him? He must be suffering, and it must be even more unbearable for me.

  I couldn't care less about anything else, so I put on some clothes and gave Chen Sang a call before heading to the residence.

  I thought I would never have to enter the compound again, but it seems that life is too long and nothing is certain. The old man at the gate recognized me and smiled at me. In fact, he also knew what I was doing, and it's rare for him not to look at me with a strange gaze like others do. Usually, I would bring him some food, after all, his wife and children had passed away before him, and he lives alone.

  I nodded, and he asked me if I wasn't leaving. Seeing the disappointment on his face, I casually made up an excuse and quickly ran away.

  When I knocked on the door, Chen Sang got up dazedly to open it for me. Her hair was disheveled and her silk pajamas were wrinkled, but she still looked good, with a kind of charm that came from within.

  As soon as I came in, I roared at Chen Sang, scolding her for being fearless and daring to do anything, asking if she was dissatisfied with her own life.

  Chen Sang was scolded by me, and she didn't have any sleepiness anymore. She looked at me and asked if I knew something. I let out a "ha" sound, and in anger, I pointed at Chen Sang's face and said: "You don't even weigh how many points you're worth, besides accompanying the old man to play, did you do anything else? Otherwise, people wouldn't want your life."

  Chen Sang's face suddenly turned gloomy, her body slightly trembling, she sat on the sofa without speaking. I asked her several times, but she refused to say anything. Later, when I got angry and spoke harshly, she reluctantly told me.