"Okay, I agree, in a year, we'll be clear." Qiao Yue's cold voice sounded, and at the same time, tears slipped silently down her face.

Su Mingyuan left, Qiao Yue sat on the ground with her arms crossed, and buried her head deep in the crook of her shoulder.

Just now, she sold herself.

Qiao Yue's tears wet her sleeves, and in the dark, she curled up on the ground and sobbed softly.

How long has she not cried, Qiao Yue doesn't remember, in the past eight years, she couldn't help but cry in the most difficult days, because she was afraid that if she cried, she would not have the courage to live.

Since meeting Su Mingyuan again, Qiao Yue has known that she will still cry, and it turns out that she still has a heart.

The day after agreeing to Su Mingyuan, Qiao Yue's remaining arrears were all paid off, and at the same time, she moved to Su Mingyuan's villa in the most expensive valley villa area in the city.

Qiao Yue didn't bring anything except a few personal items, or she didn't have anything to bring at all, she had just returned to Haishi, and she was no different from those new young people, except for one person, there was nothing of value.

Now, she doesn't even belong to herself, at least for the next year.

When Qiao Yue moved in, there was everything in the villa, and when she opened the wardrobe, there were rows of expensive clothes that had not even been opened, and they all happened to be Qiao Yue's size, and there were many unopened brand-name cosmetics on the dressing table, and when she opened the drawer, there were jewelry that Qiao Yue had never seen before.

The whole villa is like a golden wire cage with a brilliant wall of the well, and Qiao Yue is the canary kept in captivity.

Qiao Yue still continues to work in Wangqiao, and her relationship with Su Mingyuan cannot be known by others, and she cannot interfere in Su Mingyuan's private life, Qiao Yue must remain loyal, cannot have an ambiguous relationship with any man, and can go anywhere freely, but must be on call when Su Mingyuan needs her.

In addition, Su Mingyuan will provide her with 100,000 yuan of pocket money every month, and he will also be responsible for all other expenses incurred in life.

The above is the general content of the agreement, Qiao Yue didn't even read it, and signed her name directly.

Since it was destined to be a stranger in a year, there was little point in anything else.

After Qiao Yue moved into the valley villa, she hadn't seen Su Mingyuan, either at home or at work.

She still commutes to work as usual, living a 9-to-5 life every day, and her life doesn't seem to have changed much.

She no longer looked forward to returning to Xingchen to work, because no matter where she worked, she would always return to this luxurious cage that Su Mingyuan had built for her when it got dark.

A month later, Qiao Yue received the first remittance in her bank card, 100,000 yuan.

Qiao Yue looked at the bank information and smiled bitterly, no one knew how painful her heart was at this time.

Qiao Yue once again felt that she was the woman that Su Mingyuan had raised, a mistress who could not see the light.

On the night of receiving the remittance, Su Mingyuan returned to the valley villa, and Qiao Yue fulfilled her obligations very dutifully.

There is no warmth between lovers, and there are only the most primitive and even rude combinations.

After it was over, Qiao Yue curled up on the edge of the bed, looking at the moon hanging outside the window, counting in her heart that another day had passed.

After a while, she heard the sound of a lighter, and then she smelled a puff of smoke coming from behind her.

The smell of smoke was very strong, Qiao Yue was so choked that she couldn't help coughing, and she somehow opened her mouth to say a word.

"Smoking is not good for your health."