(Quick Wear) Baby You Are With The Wrong Person

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☆, Pretender 2

Hot water flows gurglingly, converging into transparent streams on the gray floor tiles. The entire bathroom adopts a simple decoration style, only gray and white, but there are The brass handle has a very retro temperament, but it doesn't look obtrusive at all.

　The Zhao family's mansion in Tianshui Bay was renovated half a year ago. I heard that the old man Zhao Hong got tired of the original decoration and hired Yuanfan Studio, the most famous studio in the industry, to come up with a design plan. But there are rumors that the design plan was actually made by the third son, Zhao Nuo. This young talent who graduated from an Ivy League school worked at Morgan Stanley, a top investment bank in country A, before returning to Hong Kong. His hobbies are painting and design, and he has also held personal exhibitions. It's no wonder that the old man thinks so highly of such a good person.

　Yao Ji doesn't believe this idea of ​​being popular among others. It was just that while she was scrubbing her body carelessly, she looked at the floor tiles cut and arranged in an extremely delicate pattern, which seemed... very similar to the floor tiles in Zhao Nuo's house on Saga Road.

　That night she was also in the bathroom, looking at the gray floor tiles, taking a bath and letting her thoughts go. Only in this way could she forget her guilt for a moment, forget that she was about to pack her bags and leave quietly, abandoning a man who truly fell in love with her.

　So far, she has deceived countless men, and Zhao Nuo is probably the one who trusts her the most. Whether it was the lie she made up about her parents having died and working hard alone, or the sweet words she loved about Zhao Nuo and wanted to stay with him for life, she originally thought that a man like him who had not been pampered since childhood would not be easily fooled. Unexpectedly, Zhao Nuo fell in love quickly. Within a month of dating, they told Yao Ji their bank card password.

　It's just that Yao Ji never closed the net, but waited for almost half a year before revealing her intention to get married. The reason is simple. She failed to dig up Zhao Nuo's dark history. Without a clue, Zhao Nuo might call the police after the incident, so she waited patiently. She believed that this kind of young man would always be exposed.

　But Zhao Nuo, how should I put it, somewhat subverts Yao Ji's previous understanding. He doesn't like clubbing or racing. He doesn't like the things that the second generation ancestor likes. He just learns management experience from the old man every day and works conscientiously. Sometimes he is even busy with work and ignores his girlfriend.

　It is said that Zhao Hong has not decided on an heir yet. Perhaps this man is also pretending. After all, this can better please the old man. After thinking this way at first, Yao Ji felt more and more that she was wrong.

　He is really a good man, with a gentle temperament, decent words and deeds, and he is considerate to both his lover and his relatives. But the better he is, the heavier Yao Ji feels.

　So when the people in the gang finally found out that Zhao Nuo had embezzled a sum of public funds that day, Yao Ji breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to deceive that man anymore. The longer this scam lasted, the deeper Zhao Nuo would fall into.

　Because of his deep love for her, when Yao Ji proposed to live together after marriage, Zhao Nuo agreed without hesitation. You must know that those men in the past, no matter how nice they said it, would still stalk after hearing this request, and in the end they could only give up in frustration.

　"Thank you." Yao Ji hugged the tall and straight man. Zhao Nuo thought she was talking about a proposal and hugged her arms tightly. Thank you for treating me so sincerely, but I am destined to let you down. She raised her head slightly and whispered in Zhao Nuo's ear, "Tonight... let's go to your house."

　Tonight is the end.

　The sound of rushing water gradually stopped. Yao Ji turned on the faucet and wrapped her still steamy body with a bath towel. It was quiet outside the bathroom, of course. Before coming in to take a shower, she poured Zhao Nuo a glass of red wine with added spices. Every man on the night of closing the net would do this, drink the poppy-like bright and warm red wine, and fall asleep in anticipation.

　She must have opened the door and saw Zhao Nuo lying on the bed.

　Dudu dunk, there was a knock on the door. Yao Ji frowned subconsciously, turned on the faucet, wrapped herself in a bath towel and walked to the door: "Is there something wrong, Mr. Zhao?" "

　I forgot to tell you," the man's voice was very cold, "Breakfast is at seven o'clock. Let's start. You can't be late."

　"I know." The woman responded with the same cold voice.

　"You haven't forgotten our transaction, Miss Yi." He didn't feel dissatisfied and said calmly, "Remember to behave better." It took

　half a minute this time before there was a response from the other side of the door: "I know, thank you very much. Reminder, Mr. Zhao." - The word "Thank you" is full of unabashed sarcasm.

　"Well, good night."

　The footsteps walked away slowly. Yao Ji stood behind the door and didn't come back to her senses for a long time...

　She grabbed the bath towel on her chest with one hand and opened the door with the other. A scene that is still unforgettable to this day - a man in a bathrobe standing by the window with his back to her. He never touched nicotine, holding a cigarette between his fingers. There was an untouched red wine glass on the bar next to him.

　"Zhao, Zhao Nuo..."

　"Let's talk." The man turned around, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and spit out the name she had not heard for a long time from his thin lips, "Miss Yi Yao. .