At my call, the woman sat up suddenly, rubbing her hands into her eyes and looking at me.

"What, it's dawn?"

I looked at the woman a little speechless, pointed out the window and said, "It's dawn, it's time to get up." ”

Bah, I have been so affected by this retarded woman, I have to ask, how did you sleep in my bed?

I remember that last night she said she was going to sleep on the couch, and if she was going to sneak into my bed, I would open another room for her.

"yes, how did I get to bed?"

When the woman was asked by me like this, she was immediately confused, patted her head and thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered.

"By the way, I must have gotten up to go to the bathroom, forgot about sleeping on the sofa, and went straight to bed. ”

I couldn't complain about this lame reason, anyway, things are already like this, and I don't need to dwell on it anymore, and said to the woman: "Okay, now that I'm sleeping, I won't say anything, you get up and clean up, I'm going to check out." ”

"Oh, okay. ”

The woman got up from the bed in a hurry, picked up her bag and stood at the door waiting for me.

I was stunned, looked at the woman in surprise, and asked for a long time.

"What are you doing standing here and not leaving?"

The woman looked at me a little embarrassed, lowered her head to look at her toes, and only raised her head with a red face for a long time and said to me, "That, sir, can you give me a ride, I dare not go back alone." ”

I looked at the woman in amazement, and I always had the feeling that I had messed with this woman like a kraft candy that entangled me and made it impossible for me to get rid of.

"What did you say, I sent you home, why?"

I said it subconsciously.

When the woman was asked by me, she was a little nervous, and hurriedly said to me: "That, I didn't go home last night, and now when I go back, my father will definitely beat me to death, you can't die without help." ”

I can't fully trust this woman now, because I haven't forgotten who told me last night that her father wouldn't open the door for her if she went back late, and now it's the same rhetoric.

But even if I get angry again, I can't do anything when I meet such a woman who is full of lies.

I said to the woman, "Then I don't care, this matter has nothing to do with me, even if your father beats you to death, it's your business, why should I care about your idle affairs?"

When the woman heard me say this, she immediately became unwilling, and her red eyes and tears came down all of a sudden, which made me really wonder if this ability to cry is really from a professional class.

Are crooks so professional these days?

"Sir, you can sympathize with me, I really can't help it, or else, as long as you help me, you can do whatever you ask me to do, how about it?"

After speaking, he walked towards me with a shy face, and what was even more exaggerated was that he pulled down his collar, and a large piece of white flowers on his chest shook and made my eyes hurt.

When I met this kind of stalker, I felt that my head was big, and seeing that she was about to squeeze into my arms, I hurriedly stretched out my hand to stop the woman, and said to the woman: "Stop, you stop for me, we have something to say"

The woman slowed down, looked at me, and said with some surprise, "So, are you willing?"

I scolded in my heart, and said to the woman, "Why do you have to find me, so many men, why don't you go and find someone else?"