The driver withdrew his gaze, seemed to be a little sneering, laughed dryly, and stopped talking.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Rao knew that he didn't have a bit of a look, and he also knew that he shouldn't expose his weakness of living alone to a strange man.

The taxi eventually stopped at the outermost part of Jingtai Bay, an upscale residential area where taxis are not allowed.

Ding Dong got out of the car, looked back and watched the taillights of the taxi disappear from his sight, and then turned around and walked in.

The security guard at the entrance of the complex smiled kindly at him, and at first glance he was a trained professional. The people who can live here are either rich or expensive, and the quality of the security personnel is naturally relatively high.

When he returned to the villa, Ding Dong didn't see Feng Chengyu, and the note was still lying quietly on the coffee table, and he didn't move.

Ding Dong crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash, turned around and cooked himself a bowl of tomato and lo mein, and sat down at the table to eat it with relish.

Her cooking skills are not very good, and what she can cook is just ordinary home-cooked food, she has never seen any high-end ingredients, and the most she usually makes is noodles because they are cheap.

She usually goes to the vegetable market to buy a piece of pork, and she has to weigh it for a long time, but before Ding Xiaowei was promoted to the third year of junior high school, meat was a rare delicacy on the table. So she and Ding Xiaowei both look weak and thin.

Ding Dong didn't want to live such a life, but they didn't have much income, so she could only desperately save money for Ding Xiaowei to study, except for textbooks, living expenses, and catering expenses, her meager salary was left with little left, and Ding Xiaowei's illness was just the last straw that crushed the camel.

After eating, Ding Dong took out his mobile phone and looked at it for a while, and then turned to the post he had browsed before.

There were already many people replying to the post, Ding Dong looked at the remarks of those people, and suddenly laughed, feeling that he was simply stupid.

Why didn't she just find someone to support herself? Although it was indeed disgraceful, it was better to have no worries about food and clothing than to be entangled with Feng Chengyu now.

Having said that, she doesn't look like she is being fostered now? The "unconditional obedience" in that contract, even if you just look at it, you can understand the meaning.

In the past three years, her body and mind have belonged to Feng Chengyu. She concluded that he Feng Shao didn't have that kind of idea about herself, after all, he abandoned her like a shoe, and it was superfluous to even look at her. Who would do that kind of intimate thing with someone they hate?

Ding Dong took one last look at the post, and then deleted his browsing history.

originally thought that Feng Chengyu would come over the next day to tell him what he should do next, but a whole week had passed, and Ding Dong had not seen him again.

She couldn't help but secretly wonder if Feng Chengyu would forget about herself. He's so busy, maybe he's really left himself behind. In this way, she is also happy and relaxed, maybe he will ignore that he still has a black card in her hand when he is busy, and this forgetting is three years?

Over the course of a week, Ding Dong Villa Hospital ran back and forth. Ding Xiaowei's condition is much better, and he can eat some light food. Ding Dong's heart also relaxed, and he slowly stayed in the hospital for longer and longer.

There was no human smell in the empty villa, she didn't want to go back, every time she stepped in, she would think of Feng Chengyu's indifferent expression and disdainful gaze, like a pinprick, engraved in her mind, and she couldn't forget it.

But apparently, some people don't think so.

On this day, when she returned to the villa, it was already half past ten in the evening.

Seeing the light in the living room on from a distance, Ding Dong sighed in his heart.

She walked in tremblingly and saw Feng Chengyu with his back to her, looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window. He holds a cigarette in one hand, his tall figure is reflected in the glass, and his back is tall and handsome.

Ding Dong didn't speak, and obediently stood in the middle of the living room, watching the tobacco between his fingers rise into blue-gray smoke.

"Mr. Feng. She shouted.

Feng Chengyu turned his face slightly, his eyes fell on her, his brows furrowed, his tone was cold, and he didn't seem to be very happy: "What are you wearing?"

Ding Dong was stunned and looked down at his outfit. It's the jacket and jeans she wears often, and there's nothing wrong with it except for the old ones.

She looked up at him in confusion.

"There are so many clothes in the cloakroom, do you have to wear your own sets of garbage?" Feng Chengyu turned to her, his face full of disgust.

He paused in front of her, and his fierce momentum made Ding Dong feel an inexplicable pressure. Then he lifted his legs and walked away, taking a seat on the couch behind her.

Ding Dong turned to look at him, silent.

She wasn't sure how long she would be able to stay here, so she didn't dare touch anything but the food in the kitchen. She was afraid that it was the clothes that Feng Chengyu had prepared for someone else...... Isn't it a taboo for her to wear it?

Feng Chengyu raised his hand to pick up the folder on the coffee table, put a thick stack of materials in front of her, and his eyes fell on her face for a long time: "I gave you a week to get used to it, and you are still wearing the tattered ones you used to be." Why, are you ready to roll up and get out?"

Ding Dong didn't speak, quietly bent down to pick up the materials and roughly flipped through them, and only the "whoosh" sound of paper turning in the entire hall remained.

It was a set of biographical information about a person named "Wen Chengguo", from age, occupation, and family history to his habits and preferences, all of which were clearly recorded, and it was like a detailed explanation of this person's life.

She didn't understand why Feng Chengyu showed this to herself, so she turned her confused gaze to him.

Feng Chengyu looked back at her, the corners of his lips gradually hooked up a shallow smile, but the words were cold and cruel: "The old man of the Wen family, Wen Chengguo, the chairman of Shengda Group, is also my biggest opponent." I want you to understand him, get close to him, seduce him, and be my blade - his interpretation flower. ”

The second he spoke, Ding Dong felt that his head was buzzing, and his face turned pale in an instant.

No wonder...... No wonder......

No wonder he was willing to help her even if he hated her so much, he wanted to give her to the old man who was nearly fifty years old, let her be a spy, and obediently work for him.

Was he taking revenge? Was his dislike for her so deep? Three years later, he still hated her like that?

She admits that even after rehearsing her fate hundreds of times in her head, she never thought about this layer. She thought that he would stay by her side and torture slowly, but she didn't expect that he would even be stingy with such an opportunity.

The man on the sofa looked at her instantly bloodless face and stunned expression, and a sickly pleasure crossed his eyes.