Chapter 1: Late-night calls
Country J, it's late at night.
In the dim light, the beautiful woman in silk pajamas lay on the bed, the quilt only covered her calves, the moonlight sprinkled on her slender white arms, and the slender fingers painted with burgundy nails hung half outside the bed.
On the brown solid wood bedside table there was also a glass of half-drunk red wine, and the rim of the glass was stained with bright lipstick of the same shade on the beauty's mouth.
"Information."
"Information."
"Information."
"Information."
The originally quiet room kept echoing with a cold and calm female voice.
The beauty on the bed raised her arm and scratched her hair, and her long smooth hair was instantly messed up by her irritable movements.
βshit!who is sending the fucking text?!β
The beauty frowned and cursed, turned around and continued to fall asleep.
Within a few minutes, a noisy bell rang.
At first, the beauty on the bed just moved her body slightly, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that this noisy voice is getting louder and louder.
The beauty finally couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly got up from the bed, and her whole hair turned over and covered her face.
Reached out and grabbed the mobile phone that was thrown on the bed before going to bed, saw through the gap in the hair that it was a domestic phone, raised his head and threw his hair behind his head, and finally revealed that delicate and bewitching face.
"You'd better say something important enough, or wake me up and I'll abolish you." The beauty said with a cruel face.
"Hello, is it Qi Ye?" There was a voice on the phone with some age.
Qi Ye was stunned for a moment, thinking that it was a friend in China, but he didn't expect it to be a call from a strange woman.
His expression also became positive, and his originally irritable voice became extremely cold, "Which one?" β
There was no sound on the other side of the phone, and after a long time, the woman said in a voice with a hint of embarrassment, "I am your father's wife." β
Qi Ye heard this woman's unfamiliar voice, and smiled coldly, "Oh, don't you look like an old person?" β
The middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone paused when she heard Qi Ye's words, "Qi Ye.. We've never met, so why do we have to talk so hurtfully? β
Qi Ye smiled helplessly, "You also know that you have never met, since you are a stranger, give me a bullshit call?" β
The middle-aged woman's face turned blue from Qi Ye's words, and even the hand holding the phone was trembling, "Qi Ye, your father is very seriously ill, can you come back.. Look at him? β
"Sick?" Qi Ye raised his eyebrows, but the corners of his mouth raised the arc of mockery.
Then he lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, gently squeezed his index finger and thumb, and said in a cold voice, "Do you have a dirty disease and still have a face to hype?" I said earlier that he should touch less of you women who are not clean, if you can't think about it like this, it is only a matter of time before you get sick, which is expected. β
The woman on the other end of the phone, the heavy breathing came from the phone, "Qi Ye! That's your dad! We are husband and wife, and I am not some unclean woman! You can't say that about us! β
"What's going on? Don't want to hear it, do you? Don't call me again, especially late at night. Disturbing people's dreams will create retribution. Qi Ye sneered and hung up the phone.
Qi Ye reached out and threw the phone on the carpet, rolled over and fell on the bed, cursed, and closed his eyes with his eyebrows locked.
The phone kept ringing, like crazy.
Qi Ye turned over several times in a row, picked up the pillow and threw it under the bed vigorously, "Is it over?!" β
The phone was like hearing Qi Ye's roar, and finally stopped.