Stop!

In the past ten years, I have been in the business field all the way, and the open and dark battles in business competition have taught me a truth, never show your true feelings to anyone, even to your allies!

Not to mention the ex-girlfriend who has already betrayed her ** and soul.

I stood up, walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and slammed the curtain open.

Before I knew it, it was evening, and the reddened half of the sun's face was still doing its best, radiating the last golden light.

Under the golden sun, this bustling modern metropolis is also golden, with a lot of traffic, people coming and going, and everything in the city melts into the brilliant sunset.

Including me.

I watched the people hurrying downstairs through the market, some of them in battery cars, some with computer bags, some with their children, and some with empty hands, in their pockets, or hunched over their trousers.

These people all have one thing in common, they don't seem to be very leisurely, as if they all have to do what they have to do, to rush the time, step on the last glory of the sunset, and run on the long road of life.

Me too, I received a notice last night, hurriedly packed my things, and this morning I caught the first train to this S City, where the pace of life and work is flying.

I'm the same, there's no time to stop.

In my eyes, people can be roughly divided into three types.

One is through opportunism, or encountering a coincidence, racking their brains, trying to rise step by step through all improper means, such as those interns who hope to become regular through dating me.

The second is to face the terrifying reality, face the bleak life, can't bear the pressure from all directions, and finally kneel and lick the world, groveling and selling his soul.

There is a third ......

The third ......

I know very well that I am a man.

After meeting Sun Chenchen, I was even more determined to have this idea.

I'm going to be the third kind of person.

Fighting to the death against the cruel reality, no matter what kind of pain I encounter, it will not shake my determination to become a master!

I looked at the last little patch of red sun, the twilight sun, and seemed to give me the most sincere advice.

The past 12 years have only been the beginning......

Song Yiming, you still have a long way to go.

It's just that if this happens again in the future, my legs will definitely not react again.

After leaving the hotel, I returned to my empty apartment and slept all night under a thin blanket.

It's weird, I didn't feel cold all the time.

For someone like me who has almost lost his mind, meeting my ex-girlfriend and avenging the revenge I had more than ten years ago is of course a very refreshing thing for me, but it will not bring any big changes to my life.

But Sun Chenchen didn't seem to be ready to let me go.

Since that day, I have been receiving all kinds of inexplicable text messages from unknown sources, the content of which is clueless, and I am all kinds of cautious and panicked.

Don't think you can protect what you have, don't believe it?

If everything you have is not yours, but you insist on being strong, there will only be one result.

In the past, some people got by, and some people couldn't.

Don't deceive yourself, anger is also a kind of care.

If you really are a man, you should be responsible for what you have done.

……

Such messy text messages with unknown meanings make my head big when I look at them. I know exactly who sent these text messages, but I couldn't figure out what he meant at first.

Later, I began to suspect that these provocative words might not just be intended to harass me.

I know very well what kind of woman Sun Chenchen is, he won't do such a meaningless stupid thing.

But what if he was deliberately trying to provoke me and make me go to her again?

Please enter the urn, and those who wish will take the bait.

Only the wishers will take the bait.

I picked a rainy day and came to the downstairs of the hotel again.

I raised my head and looked up at the ten-story building, letting the rain hit my face.

I love the rain, being drenched in the rain and feeling clearer than usual. Especially the icy rain in November.

Ideally, this rain will wash the dirt off my body.

It was raining heavily, and I was shivering a little from the cold, so I wiped the rain from my face and walked into the hotel lobby with a gloomy face. I didn't wait for the group of girls who were thicker than their cheeks to pounce, so I went straight to the front desk, opened an hourly room, took the room card and went upstairs.

Maybe because of the rain, the hotel business is particularly good, the business room is gone, I set a luxury room, more than two hundred dollars in five hours, the configuration of the room is better than the big bed room I lived in that day, and there is even a mini bath and jacuzzi. I quickly took a hot shower, and only then did I recover my strength, and my muscles and bones were stretched.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I swallowed and foamed, opened the drawer and rummaged through.

Finding the little card, I dialed the phone number without hesitation.

Hello there.

Uh, good......

Pls do you need service?

Well...... I'm looking for you number 13......

Huh, number 13, I'll take a look later......

Good.

Okay, the 13th is here......

The woman on the other end of the phone took the microphone far away and shouted, No. 13, 819.

Sir, please wait a moment, my sister will get ready, and she will go up immediately.

Good. Thank you......

I put down the phone, feeling surprisingly calm. I thought I would be on the edge of my seat during this long wait.

But in fact, I am very calm, very calm......

It wasn't until the doorbell rang that I started to get a little nervous.

But I didn't mess up, I stood up quietly, straightened the mouth and hem of my clothes in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, grabbed my hair casually, and walked to the door.

Kela.

With a creak, the door stepped aside, and I saw a head of shiny black hair.

The door opened, and a petite woman appeared in front of me, and with it, the pungent smell of perfume, incense.

When we met a few days ago, I didn't think the perfume smelled pungent.

The woman looked up at me slowly, and then lowered her head slowly, not at all surprised, and I even read some joy in her eyes about my arrival.

The moment her face was raised, I looked and it was swollen, at least I didn't see any signs of being beaten a few days ago. It seemed to give me a sigh of relief, and if there were still traces, I might feel a little guilty when I looked at it.

I'm soft-hearted.