The girl left the clinic in despair, and once again passed Christine, who walked into the clinic swaying into the clinic with a low-cut off-the-shoulder white mesh tight top and a black leather skirt underneath.

This time, instead of lying on the couch, she sat down, her feet hanging in the air, her legs elegantly cocked, her handbag thrown aside, and she took out a slender lady's cigarette with a little irritation.

The young doctor leaned back, raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly, "Why don't you wear the brand you created yourself, i?"

Christine took a light puff on her cigarette, the white smoke ring rushed towards the camera, and sneered: "It's not my style to fool the little girl." ”

She paused, her words changed suddenly, and she couldn't hide her irritability and said, "He refuses to divorce." ”

This time, she waited a long time, but the young doctor never responded.

In the silence, the woman's hoarse mature voice sounded willfully: "Why is there no coffee now, that's how you treat your VIP guests?"

The young doctor stood up in silence, quickly brewed a cup of hot coffee, and brought it to the woman, but Christine did not reach for the cup of coffee, her hand was on the man's thigh, intentionally or unintentionally.

The camera deliberately stays on the young doctor's waist, the woman's white hands, bright red nails, five fingers outstretched, only the palm of the palm against his thigh.

Her hand climbed little by little, and the camera followed her hand on the young man's body a little by little, strong thighs, thin waist, and finally, these bewitching hands stopped on the young man's lower abdomen.

The woman deliberately slowed out her speech, full of seductive whispers: "Don't you really think about it, be my lover?"

The young man took a step back at the right time, just separated from the other party's hands, and reminded lightly: "You have a husband." ”

Just as he turned his back and poured the coffee again, the woman's hoarse voice floated in: "Isn't it, if he's gone, we can be together"

Jian Han couldn't help but pick up the cup, and poured more than half a cup of cold water into it, Leohhard is really a little goblin, and the hearts of the people who hook are on fire, don't want it.

The camera returns to the heroine, who tries to accept the pursuit of the captain of the rugby team named Bowen, but always shows impatience and irritability when the two get along, and the occasional closeness of the other party makes her constantly evade.

The girl came to the psychiatric clinic for the third time.

This time, she wore a purple one-shoulder dress, which was even more radiant than the last time, and at the door of the clinic, she took a deep breath in her

The moment he pushed the door in, the expression on his face had changed from apprehension to joy: "Hi, Al!"

The young doctor raised his head and looked at her calmly, under the gaze of these blue eyes, she involuntarily began to get nervous, but forced herself to show a bright smile: "I dated him, I went to watch him play, we went on dates, watched movies, ate, he is such a wonderful person!"

The young doctor listened to her words in silence, and asked calmly: "So, when do you plan to break up with him?"

The girl's eyes widened, and her ears were suspicious: "What"

The young doctor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointed to the purple dress on her body: "It's not a date day, but you are dressed so beautifully, you don't like him, do you?"

He paused, looked at the girl in front of him calmly, and said with great certainty: "Make up the daily routine of getting along with your boyfriend lovingly, do you want me to be jealous?"

His voice suddenly became sharp, faintly piercing the air and penetrating the girl's eardrums: "I don't like why I deceive the other party, isn't it pitiful?"

The girl's face was blue and white, and it was difficult to hide the embarrassment of being exposed, and under the sharp gaze of the young doctor, like a judge, she was so embarrassed that she suddenly whimpered, hid her face, and ran away, and as she rushed out of the room, she bumped into another young lady who had visited, but she did not realize it at all, and ran wildly.

Behind him, the door was slightly open, and there was a complaint from a new visitor: "The girls are so rude now, forget it, I'll tell you about my husband, he always uses his busy work as an excuse not to come home, he is even busier than Superman-"

"Mrs. Chris—"

The camera returned to the heroine, the clouds that had been brewing for a long time, and finally began to show his power unscrupulously, in the rain that crackled and fell, connected into a line, the girl's thin purple dress was quickly wet, and it was tightly attached to her, and the original fluffy red long hair was also wet into wisps, sticking to her cheeks, and the girl was embarrassed like a chicken in soup.

She huddled under the eaves of the mini-supermarket with her shoulders folded, in stark contrast to the two intimate embracing couples on the other end.

The girl looked up and asked her boyfriend curiously, "Jimmy, why is there no light at all in the building opposite?"

Jenny looked up, and sure enough, as the girl said, the surrounding high-rise buildings were all brightly lit, except for the one opposite, which was dark.

The boy's surprised voice came: "You don't know that the building belongs to the founder of the clothing brand i, Ms. Christine's husband, who killed her husband a year ago-"

"But this lady is also very powerful, and after being in prison, her i brand continued to operate through her own agents, and she even released a new collection, the Prison Collection."

The girl cried out in surprise and delight: "Did she also release a single?"

After getting the boy's affirmation, she began to hum a song softly: "My dear, between me and you, there is finally only one fence left, my heart, full of passion, waiting for the day of reunion with you, completely blooming in your arms-"

In the girl's increasingly loud humming, the boy's weak voice interjected: "Although it is said that she killed her husband for her lover, she was sentenced to forty years, and when she came out, she was already a gray-haired old lady——"

Jenny looked at the dark building opposite, dazed.

In the evening, Jenny had just come out of the library when she was surrounded by her ex-boyfriend, who was leaning on the heavy motorcycle, not looking away from her, while his friends were heckling her.

"Hi, chick, don't even let you hold your hand, are you Joan of Arc!"

"I heard that her skirt had to be longer than her knees before she dared to wear it—"

The more the boys talked, the more energetic they became, and soon, someone moved, and the girl was like a dodgeball, pushed around by them, and the girl bit her lower lip, her face became whiter and paler, and she murmured: "Don't be afraid, they are all vines, they are vines!"