He came to my house again tonight.

Just now, it was raining heavily outside, and we didn't have any brewing straight to the point, from the living room sofa to the bedroom bay window, using a lot of untried positions until it was dark......

However, the short-lived passion did not seem to change anything, and when reason returned, there was an indescribable frustration in my heart.

I can't remember how many times this was the first indulgence.

In the six or seven years since my husband died, I have hardly met any other man, and I get up early and run the company every day, and I almost forget about that need. I always feel that I have a career, and the creature of men becomes dispensable, so I didn't feel anything wrong for seven or eight years, until I met him tonight—

Looking up, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and smoking a cigarette after the fact. As he puffed out the smoke, the corners of his mouth curled with a charming melancholy...... It is undeniable that he has a fatal demagogy for women from head to toe from every angle.

His name is Jiang Feng, and he is the only man who can come and go freely in my world, and he is by far the best man to me.

Yes, he is 'nice' to me, he is obedient and caring, the phone can be reached at any time, and the message is always answered in seconds...... But in the traditional sense, he is actually a scumbag.

Because he was all 'good' to me, just for my money, and had nothing to do with dog P love.

I met him late one night half a year ago.

That night, I entered an alley because of a car navigation error, and I just found him lying in a pool of blood and dying. I wasn't a nosy person, but I glanced at him more than I saw his handsome eyebrows...... Finally took him to the hospital.

He woke up and decided to rely on me.

He said that his name was Jiang Feng, his parents were dead, and he was penniless, and he wanted me to 'take him in' well.

I don't care if his words are true or false, I just know that I was deeply attracted by his appearance at the time...... His face, with a graceful and clean lines, has been seen for a long time, and there is an urge to have a story with him.

I took him back to my villa to recuperate, and asked him to help me with the housework. He washes my clothes every day, cleans the house spotlessly, and cooks first-class. Even the half-dead fortune trees in my house that were raised by the nanny were also taken care of by him to be lush with green leaves.

Later one night, we both drank too much and slept in the same bed in a drunken state...... It's really addictive, with the first night, there is a second, third, and fourth night...... I would give him money every time I was done, depending on the mood, and sometimes it could reach six figures, and he never refused and accepted it gladly.

Later, in order to facilitate 'errands', I arranged for him to be my personal assistant.

Although he is a little white face who eats soft rice, he is actually a walking encyclopedia, in addition to solving the company's problems for me, he also serves as my driver, bodyguard, cook, and car mechanic...... There are few skills he doesn't know, and his brain is sometimes clever enough to make me uneasy and mysterious.

Tonight, for example, I noticed that he was clearly a little abnormal—

He sat on the other side of the bed, smoked several cigarettes in succession, thoughtfully not knowing what he was thinking, and did not say a word to me; His phone rang three times, each time he went outside to pick it up, and came back with a heavy face after a few minutes.

I don't know what's going on in his world, but I think he's a little cold and tense tonight, and it's too different from his usual cynical and bohemian appearance.

I watched him quietly, and couldn't help but stretch my legs over and put them on top of him...... The little feet stomped on his broad and strong chest, and then all the way up, the toes hooked his chin, and after looking at his handsome face, he asked lightly, "Tell me, who are you?" ”

"......," he exhaled a puff of smoke, his eyes were complex and subtle, "what do you mean?" ”