She, Mu Shixuan, was her roommate in college for more than three years; he, Qi Yufeng, was the first boyfriend she made. There are no lovers who can't break up, only mistresses who don't work hard enough. Facts have proved that having best friends is like having a knife hanging over your head, because best friends can share your secrets and at the same time pry into your corners.
Dragging her all the way to the office, he kicked the door shut and pressed her against the wall.
What was he going to do? Her waist was pinched so hard that it hurt. Alas, another bruise.
"I heard from others that when a senior sees a handsome man in a white shirt, he has little ability to resist." Qi Yufeng raised his eyebrows and said.
He remembered that she liked to see handsome men in suits. Whenever she saw him wearing a suit for various events, she would always become a nymphomaniac. Suit, shirt, there is no better combination than this.
"It didn't happen before, but now... It does..."
He knew her preferences very accurately, but now he became a weapon to attack her.
"Before? Which past? Did you like to see Jiang Yifei in a white shirt, or was he with me, looking for his shadow through me?"
When the sharp blade is drawn out of its sheath, there will be blood.
"..."
"Why are you back home? He must have abandoned you." The hand on his waist pinched harder.
I have seen him be sharp, but I have never seen him be so sharp towards me. The knife cuts into people's flesh, wishing that the knife could see the bones. He was obviously the one who felt sorry for himself first, so why should he treat her like this? Even if she owes the whole world to Xu Xing, she doesn't owe him either.
Staring at him fiercely, she said quietly: "Mr. Qi was so excited when he saw me. Could it be that he still wants to wear my shabby shoes?"