The wind in the cold night swished into the collar, Yang Mumu desperately tightened her coat, and wanted to go home and change into beautiful clothes, however, at this time she was standing in the door of the house, but she didn't want to take a step inside.

The messy wine bottles all over the floor, a pair of men's shoes that were thrown away, a pair of women's high heels that were overturned and a stand, and the clothes of men and women who were littered everywhere, what made her feel the most dazzling was a pair of jade legs hanging on the sofa in the living room, and a familiar back, which was rising and falling between the beautiful legs.

Heavy wheezing and beautiful * sounds struck her eardrum in turn, hitting her heart that was so close to stopping for a moment.

Yu Feiyuan was so frightened that he rolled from the sofa to the ground, looking at her suddenness, he was stupid there, and even forgot to grab a piece of clothing to cover his still majestic body.

The woman on the sofa sat up and got off the ground, and walked to Yang Mumu naked, as if she was deliberately showing her healthy and plump delicate body, looking her up and down.

Looking at her without any change in expression, the corners of Yang Mumu's mouth actually pulled a smile, and the woman also smiled back, got dressed slowly, picked up her bag and left unhurriedly.

When passing by Yang Mumu's side, he said jokingly in her ear: "Such a scumbag who is greedy for the body, how can you endure it without anger?"

This sentence stepped on Yang Mumu's pride, which was originally high but was lowered to his feet for love, and he directly stomped on the powder, turned into a piece of powder, and disappeared with a gust of cold wind.

She can tolerate Yu Feiyuan's body being touched by others, she can tolerate Yu Feiyuan's disappointment to her body, and even she can tolerate him recklessly hurting her on the grounds of his body.

However, she, Yang Mumu, could do anything for him Yu Feiyuan, but she would never allow anyone but her to trample on his dignity, and that kind of humiliation was like stripping himself naked in public.

Therefore, without even a moment's hesitation, Yang Mumu grabbed the woman's collar with his hand, and directly slapped her on the cheek with a loud slap, and the crisp sound of "pop" pierced the silence of the night.

The woman probably didn't expect that she would be beaten, and when she was stunned, she sat on the ground with a soft body, covering her already swollen red cheeks, and the previous arrogance suddenly died down, and big tears rolled out.

"It's not my fault, I don't want to hurt you, let me go!"

In the face of her crying, Yu Feiyuan sat on the ground naked without saying a word, his head hanging so low that he almost pierced between his legs.

Get out of the way and let the woman leave, Yang Mumu's heart hurt a little, followed by the whole body soft, and put herself on the ground heavily, she laughed at herself in her heart, it turned out that the sorrow was greater than the death of the heart, and it was really impossible to even shed tears.

Yu Feiyuan saw her fall to the ground, quickly stood up and got dressed, bent down to pick her up, and still didn't say a word.

Yang Mumu pushed him away, and slapped him back, this slap really hurt, it hurt on his face, it hurt in her heart, she never thought that she would do it to him one day.

"Yu Feiyuan, what the hell is going on with you? How can you be so undignified and shameless to have sex with a woman who calls you a scumbag? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Gently rubbing his beaten face, Yu Feiyuan was silent for a long time, but only said: "I don't want to explain, can you not ask?"

This night, Yu Feiyuan went out after settling Yang Mumu, and still didn't return all night.

After this night, Yang Mumu chose to stop taking the medicine, and refused to take Yu Feiyuan to the hospital for regular treatment, and even coaxed the doctors who came to the house to go out. She has never been so desperate, her parents are not around, her beloved is so self-explanatory, the meaning of life has changed from hope to despair, from full of happiness to just bearing more and more harm, in this case, it is better to die early, once and for all.

However, Yu Feiyuan has never been worried, nor has he relented, from not coming back three or four days a week to not going home six days a week.

Even when he came back on a whim one day, he didn't say a word, just took a bath and slept.

Looking at his back and the overindulgent look, Yang Mumu sneered in his heart: You are really a scumbag who is greedy for the body!

Suddenly, she cried again, if he was a scumbag and greedy for flesh, then in his eyes, he didn't even have that little bit of value, hehe, wouldn't it be as good as garbage?

Once upon a time, Yang Mumu used great tolerance to appease the guilt of not being able to bring physical satisfaction to Yu Feiyuan, but now, this guilt has been replaced by an unprecedented resentment.

Being scolded and humiliated by a woman who can be despised at will can't wake him up, there is only one explanation for this, that is love, Yu Feiyuan loves that woman, no matter how cheap she is, because love can make people lower everything, can make people abandon their self-esteem, and can make people lie on the ground like a dog and be trampled on.

Just like he loves him, even if he knows that he is just a piece of garbage in his heart that he can't throw away as a responsibility, he is still worried about his humiliation.

Yu Feiyuan is no longer as tolerant and flattering Yang Mumu as before, the relationship between them seems to have become strangers, like the two people who survived the end of the world, but they are enemies of life and death, in order not to leave themselves alone in the world, one chose to ignore it, and the other chose to be silent.

Yang Mumu thought about dying, and wanted to end the little life she had left as soon as possible, but when the blade reached her wrist, she couldn't do it, not because she was afraid of death, but because she felt that it was not worth dying for him.

Instead of not deserving it, it is better to kill him!

As soon as this thought arose, it gradually became stronger in the sorrow of one time and another, and countless murder methods were brewing in Yang Mumu's mind, if it was said that imagination could kill people, then Yu Feiyuan had died thousands of times.

Another spring has arrived, and the sun is shining brightly and gently on Yang Mumu who is leaning on the balcony, making her feel very comfortable.

The phone in hand suddenly rang, and a string of unfamiliar numbers jumped into view.

"Hey, who are you?"

Her voice seemed gentle.

(I'm on your doorstep, I want to talk to you!)

A familiar voice came from the phone, the voice of the scumbag who used to be called Yu Feiyuan.

Hung up the phone in confusion, Yang Mumu put on his shoes, grabbed the phone and went downstairs, opened the door and found that the woman standing outside the door was no longer in high spirits that day, and the whole person trembled like on the winter street, with a beautiful face haggard.

Let her into the house and make a pot of rose-flavored Ceylon black tea, Yang Mumu did not speak, but stared at her with sparkling eyes.

"Say whatever you want!"

Despite his poor health, Yang Mumu, who is a rich second generation, can still maintain good grace and politeness.

The woman's slender white hands held the steaming teacup tightly, and her whole body still trembled uncontrollably.

"Can you let him let me go, don't look for me again!"

These words made Yang Mumu's brows furrow, and after adjusting her sitting posture, she asked lightly: "I can't help you, I also wanted to beg you to let him go, but then I gave up, if I can't give it to him, and you can be satisfied, then why should I interfere? What's more, even without you, there will be other people!"

The teacup in his hand was thrown heavily on the table, and the spilled black tea stained the table with a small piece of red, and the woman sitting opposite cried, and she cried until she cried, as if she was going to cry for her life.

"I was just greedy for his appearance and figure, and led him into the urn for work, but as a result, he took photos of clothes and fruits and repeatedly threatened me, and now he pesters me every day, saying that if he shouldn't send out the photos, I am the company's top manager, I can't stand it!"

Hearing her say so sadly, Yang Mumu's heart did not have any hidden thoughts, and he continued to drink tea so elegantly, still in that light tone.

"He loves you, so he will rely on you!"

The tea set on the table was swept to the ground, and the woman slapped the table and stood up, wiping the tears from her face vigorously.

"I don't need the shameless love of a scumbag, I want him to leave my life!"

Standing up and walking into the kitchen to remove the vacuum cleaner, Yang Mumu asked while cleaning the porcelain slag on the ground, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"I just beg you to make him stop looking for me, and don't let me see him again except for work!"

The woman's voice rose an octave, and she stood up at once, her face even more pale than when she came, as if she would turn into a ghost at any moment.

"You can directly refuse his request, since you hate him so much, then it is better to have no contact with him for a long time!"

After packing everything up, Yang Mumu sat back on the sofa with a contemptuous smile on his face, and continued to drink water with his teacup.

"The pictures he holds, if I reject him, those pictures will be everywhere, I, I ......."

The woman couldn't go on, squatted on the ground and hugged her knees and cried again, her whole body trembling like a frost flower being bullied by a torrential rain, looking so helpless.

is also a woman, and a woman who was also injured, Yang Mumu still agreed to her request, and after sending her away, she dressed up her better, looking at the beautiful but sickly look in the mirror, she grinned her lips that were as thin as paper and almost chapped, and smiled helplessly.

This smile is really bitter, so bitter that it recalls the sweet memories of the past, and after taking a sip casually, Yang Mumu was choked, and the taste is the most bitter gall in the world, so I have to bow down, right?