Chapter 50 Am I Your Knife?

Chapter 50 Am I Your Knife?

The next day.

The butler received the news that the distinguished guest was coming to visit in advance.

After dinner, Cui Jing went to the living room and saw several men in suits. Wang Xiaoming was among them with a serious look on his face, but when he saw Cui Jing, his face visibly turned dumbfounded.

The old man's majestic face showed kindness, and Cui Jing and the guest were smiling. Cui Jing was being polite, and the guest was truly grateful.

Wang Xiaoming stood beside the distinguished guest, dressed neatly, looking much more expensive, yet a little timid and immature.

"Mingming, bow to Madam Cui." The distinguished guest pulled her to bow together.

The old man stood up in shock.

Cui Jing raised her hand to stop the distinguished guest from bowing. Wang Xiaoming bowed to the bottom. Cui Jing held Wang Xiaoming's hand, hooked it in her palm, and looked upstairs.

Wang Xiaoming found an excuse to drag Cui Jing upstairs.

The door opened and a cat's head popped out.

“Is this not black?”

Wang Xiaoming's eyes lit up and squeezed into Cui Jing's room. He ran to the bottom of the sofa without black. He stretched out his claws and salvaged them a few times before he took the small toy on the carpet into it.

Wang Xiaoming started talking without waiting for Cui Jing to open her mouth.

After Cui Jing got to know her, the filter she had for her as a stubborn female detective in TVB's crime drama completely disappeared, and her talkative nature was replaced by the label of a "sunny and cheerful big girl".

"I still feel like I'm dreaming. They said they would take me abroad, but my mother is still not awake and needs to stay in the country for treatment. This couldn't be a lie! What if I'm sold?"

"You can never get your kidneys and heart back after you've cut them off. I really feel like I'm dreaming. How could something so good happen? Every time I've been successful for a while, life would bring me a wave of great misfortunes."

Here she goes again, and she begins to talk about her bad past without getting tired of it.

"You must be tired of hearing this... talking about the past is like playing the victim, and talking about the future is like daydreaming."

"How could that be?" Cui Jing looked at her quietly, her head supported by her hands. Her tone and eyes were extremely gentle, softer than the clouds.

She actually said it.

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but turn red, "I'm just a little scared, afraid of going to a strange place alone."

"There is a huge sea of ​​flowers there." Cui Jing opened the historical picture Wang Xiaoming sent her on WeChat. "This whole manor is yours. Don't you like violets? They will all bloom in December."

"You, how do you know I like violets?"

Because after you die, you were buried in a sea of ​​violets, which was your designated flower of memorial service. Everyone brought violets to pay tribute.

The heavy rain poured the violets beside the tombstone, and the memory of the memory is not as good as time.

"It's...a scent."

Cui Jing knew that her excuse was poorly made and could not stand up to scrutiny, but who could say that this was not just a joke?

Cui Jing sat up a little and leaned over to smell it.

Wang Xiaoming's nostrils were flooded with complex scents of shampoo and conditioner. The woman's soft neck was pressed against her smooth hair. The sunlight from the window shone in. The hair was bright in the light spot, and the fur was as smooth as that of an expensive and well-fed pet.

The white cat lay on Cui Jing's knees and pretended to sleep, making a hypnotic purr.

Wang Xiaoming had no more doubts or desire to explore.

Like, how do you know so much?

Know what I like, know that I need help, know... My name is Wang Xiaoming. You are definitely not a demon, are you a god?

"These are what you deserve." Cui Jing sighed: "Are you going to give these to others?"

"No." Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

"You must seize the opportunity, Amin. I need you to work harder, I need you to have more, I need your...help."

Wang Xiaoming's perception of time began to become confused.

The woman speaks softly and her bright appearance cannot clearly enter the hearts of the bystanders, but blends into the old afternoon in a vague way.

Her coat was half hung, and her neckline was just the right size, somewhere between conservative and indulgent. But she was like a plump and juicy fruit, so even the perfect neckline seemed revealing, showing her unabashed trust and openness to her same sex.

Wang Xiaoming thought of a cat she had rescued.

"Is it a divorce?"

"Yes, the "ABO New Law" that applies to the new gender will file a lawsuit with the court for three months. I need you to seek the help of those who come from behind you and put pressure on Mr. Zhai."

Cui Jing felt that her marriage was a mess, with prenuptial agreements, marriage agreements, and uncontrollable plots. If she didn't want anything, the old man would not let her go for Zhai Yang's sexual orientation. What daughter would want a divorced man, not to mention...

She wouldn't want nothing.

Wang Xiaoming was thinking about the cat he had saved. The cat had beautiful eyes and was very good at acting like a spoiled child, flirting with people and then walking away as if nothing had happened. Later, it got sick.

Wang Xiaoming is capable of making money, but she is a passing fortune god. The inflow and outflow of RMB passes through her like a car passing through a transportation hub, flowing through her body and into the hospital account.

The weather was fine on the day when the cat was cured.

She carried the cat in the cage to the door of the rich family's villa, and watched the cat being gently carried in by the hostess's angelic daughter, suppressing her screams.

The owner of the villa has a white poodle, which is over nine years old, but acts like a one-year-old. It is kept clean and dressed in clothes, like a princess.

Wang Xiaoming had seen the poodle when she was riding a milk delivery cart to load milk boxes in the villa area. At that time, the cat was lying on the pedal of her electric donkey.

"She is so brave." The angel's eyes are big, her eyelashes are long, and her words are soft and soft through the railing.

"Correct."

This is a very social kitten.

Wang Xiaoming often felt that she could not give anything to the cat and that she owed it a lot. She did not have a big house or yard, and she locked up the cat, who loved the outside world, in a small house. The only things that kept it company were a room full of cat toys, a small blanket on the bed that served as a scratching post, and a small drawer of canned food.

After several days of breastfeeding, the hostess apologized: Can you buy this cat?

She refused at that time, and now she took the initiative to send the cat over.

She went home and lay on the bed, draping a thin blanket over her waist. There was no longer a sleeping cat inside, and the room was filled with toy mice and gift birds scattered all over the place.

At that moment she realized she didn't deserve anything.

Even a cat.

It started asking humans for help, and she stopped, but she was not a good candidate and she shouldn't have stopped.

Ms. Cui is also seeking help from her.

A beautiful rootless person like her is like a floating duckweed. If she doesn't like marriage, then the customary obligations of husband and wife will also be harmful.

Will you be able to refuse?

Would I be pressed down on the bed, stripped of my clothes, exposed to my curvaceous peaks, and forced to kiss and make love? To bear children? So I asked for help from myself.

"Am I your knife?"

Your weapon, your external defense mechanism.

Cui Jing blinked her eyelashes and leaned forward, indicating their closeness.

"Yes, Ming."

Wang Xiaoming looked at her, his lips moved for a while, and he said softly, "Okay. I have no choice but to do it."

But what if it was now? Could she protect something?