In the next few days, Ziyue acted as if nothing had happened, and still saw that I didn't even raise my eyelids, and signed casually, but he announced that I would always be the secretary in the future, and the original eldest sister was transferred to another department as a small leader. It looks like I've been promoted, and I've used the means I left behind to the fullest. Ziqing was also very happy for me, and specially took me to eat my favorite boiling fish town.

At the end of the month, Ziyue was going to Xi'an on a business trip, and I was asked to accompany me, and my mind went blank, and I knew what that meant to me.

That time, he went to talk to a government designated procurement department about the agency, and he had talked about it for several rounds before, but it didn't work out, so he went over with the business manager Xu Ge. The other party's unit is a state-owned enterprise, and the boss is in his fifties, and he looks chubby and fat. The first impression was poor. Talked about a little progress after a day. In the evening, we invited the boss to relax. After the meal came up, the wine went through three rounds, and the boss couldn't help but praise "your secretary really supports the façade". Ziyue's face became darker and darker when he heard this, and he took advantage of the time when the boss went to the toilet and said to me, you go back first. Naturally, I understood, and quickly went back to my room. In the middle of the night, I was dazed, and suddenly the phone rang, I thought it was Ziqing, and when I grabbed it and listened to it, Ziyue said in a deep voice, open the door!

I was agitated, sleepless, ran to the door and saw through the small hole that he was outside, hesitated for a while, and opened the door. He came in with a calm face, kicked the door with his backfoot, grabbed my chin, sneered, and took a sip of heavy wine: "You are very sassy, you almost hooked Mr. Wang." ”

This was so ugly that I stiffened my neck and retorted, "You brought me here, and I don't want to." Before I could finish speaking, he slapped me in the face with a backhand, and I couldn't hold it anymore and fell on the bed. The brain is straight and cloudy. He pointed at me and said, "You don't pretend, I feel disgusted looking at you!"

The strange thing is that after hearing his words, I didn't get angry, and sneered back at him: "Each other." "I disgust you, and you disgust me just as much.

He pounced on me and pinched my arms and thighs so hard that I screamed in pain, but I couldn't resist. He pinched him and screamed at first, but later, he was numb to pain, and he only knew that his body was twitching with his force. He was so drunk that he fell into a deep sleep in a few moments. That night, I didn't shed a tear. My tears, perhaps, are dying. For him, it's not worth shedding tears either. Just looking at the bright moon outside the window, my heart was extremely sour.

When he woke up the next morning, he saw that I was covered in bruises and didn't say anything. After washing up, I told me that I didn't have to go today, and that I would find a place to play. I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. It was a aimless day, and I didn't want to play, so I went to a café and sat all afternoon, bored reading books and newspapers, all I needed was to breathe.

There is a young man who plays the piano and plays it very well, such as "Drifting Snow" and "A Cut of Plum" or something. Then someone offered flowers, and he happened to pass by my table and gave them to me. It also made my gloomy mood slightly happy.

I ate a bowl of noodles outside, and when I returned to the room at six o'clock, Ziyue was there. When I saw the flowers in my hand, my face sank. I was a little curious why he didn't accompany the fat boss today, and I didn't ask. He turned on the TV and watched it for a while, then stood up and said, "Go out for a walk." ”

I obediently changed my clothes and followed him, and he led me to the clubhouse, where the manager seemed to know him well. When he saw me behind him, he smiled knowingly: "Mr. Feng, I have arranged it for you." ”

I've never been to such an upscale place, and I can't help but look around. Then I went to the second floor a room, large, with an open-air balcony. A girl wearing a cheongsam came in and performed tea art, "please put tea into the box", "Guan Gong patrols the city", "Han Xin points soldiers" and so on. I didn't know anything about tea, just to avoid looking at him, so I also pretended to concentrate on watching the tea performance, peeking at Ziyue, his fingertips slowly swirling around the mouth of the tea cup, looking away, I don't know what he was pondering, it was a normal expression. I breathed a sigh of relief.

After the performance, two more girls came, one massaged him, the other gave me, applied essential oil, rubbed my wounds, I gasped in pain, but kept gritting my teeth and refusing to moan.

Unintentionally glanced up at Zi Yue, who was looking at me playfully, with a sneer on his lips. I hurriedly turned my head away. I don't know what I'm fighting for. Although I may be a weak and flattering woman in his eyes, I stubbornly do not want to be courted by him. The massage of the girl gradually became less painful, and I fell asleep in a daze.

There was a sweet smell in the air, it was very comfortable, I felt as if I had slept for a long time, and when I woke up again, he was gone. The girl next to her said gently but without emotion: "Mr. Feng went back first, and left a message to say that you will go back to the hotel by yourself after you wake up." ”

I was stunned, thinking that he had just gone back to the hotel first. When I turned back to the hotel and met Brother Xu, I realized that the business was basically negotiated, and he had already returned to Beijing first. I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was also a little surprised.

At the end of the business trip, I didn't go back to Beijing directly, but took a few days off to go back to my hometown. I can't let Ziqing see my wounds. The home is still so simple and warm, and unconsciously, I hide an unspeakable secret in my heart, only at home, can I wash it a little cleaner. I reflected on what I was doing, why did I live in such humiliation because of that seemingly scary debt? Or was it that hard-earned job? I was going to make myself so dirty? No! I heard the voice of my own struggle.