Let Him Be a Dog

#The title of the novel is tentative Jing Jiashu had excellent grades, good looks, and was a proud man of heaven. Nan Sheng's ears were numb when she heard these words. Nan Sheng only knew that she hated him. People who knew each other met but didn't recognize each other, until the funeral of the father and mother, in front of the woman's photo, she showed her proud son. "I'll give you money and you'll be my dog." Nan Sheng had a cold and flamboyant face, and he followed her temper. She pinched the boy's chin. Jing Jiashu was thin, sickly white, and always looked silent. "Jing Jiashu, do you know what I like most about you?" Nan Sheng narrowed his eyes lazily, "You hate me, but you can't do anything about me." Yes, he hated Lin Nansheng, the stepdaughter whose mother lived in a wealthy family, the girl he had admired from afar outside the exquisite glass window, who had played with his life. On the eve of his efforts to repay the money, she broke into an ethics scandal, and the good student's reputation was tarnished and she became a laughing stock. He wanted Lin Nansheng to disappear. As Jing Jiashu wished, Nan Sheng disappeared without saying goodbye. He felt relieved at first, but then he frantically searched for information about her, but found no news. Another summer, he missed her a little. In the summer of the eighth year, the drizzle in Ancheng was miserable, and the singing in the left bank tavern was charming and alienating. After Nan Sheng returned to China, in addition to painting, she would come to sing at night. In a dark corner, half of the handsome face of a man in a suit is reflected in the night pool. Few people know that Mr. Jing, the new financial tycoon in Ancheng, will come to a tavern every day to listen to the woman singing on the stage. The tavern owner joked, "I used to ask you not to come, but this week you come every day." The friend followed Jing Jiashu's gaze and said, "Hey, I have fallen in love with that girl. It's rare." Jing Jiashu was silent, looking at the woman on the stage. After the woman finished singing, amidst applause, she walked towards a man holding flowers, and the two hugged each other intimately. My friend smacked his lips, "What a pity, I have a boyfriend, so you have no chance." ＊ After parting ways with her cousin, Nan Sheng walked around to their former rental house in Da'an City. She tried the key to open it and was surprised that the house had not been rented out for ten years. In the darkness, a hand suddenly wrapped around her waist, and the familiar kiss was mixed with the smell of wine. And, after not seeing each other for many years, he learned to smoke. Jing Jiashu gasped lightly and held her face, "Have you and him done what we did?" She changed from being perverse and became quiet, and later, he lay on her shoulder. "Lin Nansheng, keep playing with me." Small theater: One night, Jing Jiashu went crazy with jealousy and questioned Nan Sheng. Lin Nansheng deliberately poked his sore spot to make him retreat, "He can support me and help me pay off my debts, can you?" Jing Jiashu leaned against the wall and slowly hung down. When she turned around, he held her hand and said, "We are getting married, and you can do whatever you want with the property in your name." Memories: In the winter of 19, someone threatened to discredit the proud man with scandalous photos. Jing Jiashu looked out the window silently, Nan Sheng and a man walked out laughing and disappearing around the corner. The young man's brows were silent, his thin lips pursed slightly in self-mockery, his finger was on the photo deletion line, and he pressed Cancel again. I still remember that at the end, the man said pitifully. "Jing Jiashu, you are committing suicide." Double c#he Intention: Make progress every day