"Yang Fengjun is a hypocrite," Luo Luo said to himself while chewing the pig's trotters. She glanced sideways at the man who was writing copy at the computer, and secretly cursed that she was ignorant when she was young, so she devoted herself to him. But when she thought about it, it was not all true. After all, she had several boyfriends, although they were all casual relationships.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I think I've had a few boyfriends," she blurted out.
Then she saw Yang Fengjun's glasses flashing, walking past her, stopping at the door, and saying coldly: "Come and sleep."
Luo Luo silently put down the pig's trotters in his hands and said sadly: "Can you not sleep? I haven't finished chewing my pig's trotters yet?"
"Can't."
She stood up tremblingly and followed him, only to hear him say: "You are really free."
Luo Luo didn't refute. Once the jealousy jar was overturned, it would be difficult to get it back up. And Yang Fengjun is such a person, a hypocrite.