chapter 2 The woman driving the Q7

Words : 1934 Updated : Oct 19th, 2023

I looked at this woman again. She was sitting upright, with slightly curly hair hanging down her shoulders. She had fair skin, a slim figure, and an upturned mouth with a confident air. In short, she was an out-and-out beauty. I only saw her At first glance, I seem to feel that nothing in this world is unforgivable Oscar waved to me: "Maxwell, come here and tell you something." "It's about the rent. I'll pay it when my salary is paid next month, OK?" I said with a fake smile. After all, I had delayed Oscar rent for so long. "It's about the house. This house has been bought by this girl." "You sold this house, who idiot is willing to buy your shabby house that can't withstand two earthquakes?" I looked at the woman and said, "When facing the crisis of homelessness, what can I do?" If you can't match her elegance and beauty, I'll get angry first. Oscar looked at the frowning woman awkwardly and said to me for a long time: "You can move out tonight. I won't ask you for the rent for the first few months." "Oscar, why do you live like a grandson as you get older? Even if you want to sell your house, please inform me in advance. Where do you want me to find a new house on this rainy day?" "Let's find a hotel to stay first."Oscar said without caring about my feelings at all. "You don't even have the property rights in your house, don't talk to me." I choked Oscar, and then said to the strange woman: "The house is yours now, can I continue to rent it with you?" The woman shook her head: "I bought it to live in, and have no plans to rent it." I suddenly lost my composure and said, "Girl, are you okay? You drive a million-dollar luxury car and come to live in this shabby house. Are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?" The woman ignored my anger and said calmly: "I'll give you one hour to move out." Before she could finish her words, I interrupted: "Have you ever seen someone move out without saying hello in advance?" After saying that, I sat down on the sofa next to the woman. The woman instinctively turned to the other side. Moved. I lit a cigarette and glanced around this old house, feeling a sense of loss in my heart. I came to Suzhou 2 years ago and have been living here. In this house, I spent the most difficult time in my life. . Here I have cried to the clock in the living room, and to the old floor lamp in the bedroom all night long. Every object here is like my best friend who has shared the same sorrow. Leaving here means losing the sustenance of life. The smoke that filled the air from my mouth made the woman stand up from the sofa in disgust and walked to the other side. I feel more and more that I am weak enough, as if all the bad things have been planned and they are all going to hit me today and make me unhappy. After a while, Oscar said to us who were in a stalemate: "I still have something to do at home. You two can discuss the house matter slowly." After saying this, without waiting for a response, he seemed to have thrown away a hot potato. He rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and stepped on it. Like a pulley, he picked up the bag and walked out the door. The woman and I were the only ones left in the house. Outside the window, the strong wind and cold rain began to rage again. Such bad weather made me unwilling to move out, so I decided to sit and waste time with this woman. Anyway, I was so poor that I only had time left. I talked to her: "Girl, may I ask your name?" She responded to me without a smile: "Is it important?" "Of course it's important. I have to know where the gods came from to make me homeless on this cold rainy night." She ignored the sarcasm in my words and still responded coldly: "You only have 40 minutes left. If you don't move after 40 minutes, I will call the police." I was just about to have an attack when the phone rang. I frowned at the woman, then took out the phone from my pocket and looked at the number. It was Maya calling. It was another woman who made me irritated. I answered the phone impatiently: "What's the matter? Didn't I give you money?" Maya was silent for a moment before saying: "Maxwell, tomorrow is the weekend, can you accompany me to the hospital for a review?" "Are you pregnant with mine? Can't you find a friend to accompany you? You think I'm idle, don't you?" I said like a machine gun, trying to persuade her to give up this unrealistic idea. "You are the only friend I have in this city." "Maya, you are mistaken. We are friends, not friends. Do you know what a friend is?" Maya ignored me and whispered: "I am really afraid that you won't come, so I will fend for myself. I won't do the review again." I said patiently: "You are going alone today, you will be more familiar with the road tomorrow." "It's because I was alone yesterday that I realized how scary it is." Maya's reluctance made me a little crazy, and I used to swear. "I'll fuck you" "Fuck, you are the one who made the child. If I had known earlier, I should have given birth to the child, raised the child, and told him that his father is a beast." Then there was a "beep" sound from the phone. "This is ridiculous." I lit a cigarette and slapped myself on the forehead. In the past two years, I have never met a friend as troublesome as Maya. Even though she swears by her words, I am the same. I can say with all my heart: The child is not mine. She said, I am the only friend in this city, which makes me feel that she is blackmailing me. Last week, I saw her posting a photo on Weibo with a group of people. Photos of having fun in a bar. "Scumbag" I raised my head and realized that the woman had been looking at me with an extremely disgusted expression. She and I were the only ones in the room, and she was undoubtedly the one scolding me. "Did you listen to my phone call?" I asked without emotion, and I didn't mind that she called me a scumbag, because I couldn't even tell whether she was a scumbag or not. "You still have 30 minutes." The woman's tone was even colder than before. What a troublesome cold rainy night. After giving all the cash to Maya today, I am penniless. Where can I move now? The sky is high and the sky is high. There is no place for me in Maxwell. After a moment of silence, I said to the woman: "Girl, look at the wind and rain outside. It's quite late now. We definitely won't be able to move tonight." The woman looked out the window and finally asked, "When will we move?" "Tomorrow." "What time is it" "Before one o'clock in the afternoon." I said in a softer tone, because I had something to ask of her later. She nodded: "You go first, remember to move things out on time tomorrow." I sat motionless for a while, leaned toward her, deliberately twisted and said, "Miss, can you lend me some money?" She looked a little surprised, but said decisively: "I have no obligation to lend you money." "If you don't want to borrow it, then don't expect me to leave tonight. I can't sleep on the overpass if I'm penniless." I said, leaning over and lying on the sofa, and then said to her, "You're a thousand people." Don’t ever think of calling the police. This matter was originally done by you and Oscar unjustly. You said it yourself, should you inform me in advance, so that I can at least be prepared." She looked at me like a plague, which further confirmed her eagerness to get rid of my entanglement, but unexpectedly said to me: "I don't have cash." I looked at her with wide eyes and said "no cash", which shows high-end, grandeur and class. Today's rich people are not very good at putting cash in their wallets. They often spend tens of thousands, and what little they can put in their wallets Cash obviously won't suffice. "Girl, this is fate. I don't like stuffing cash in my wallet." I told the truth shamelessly. I never put cash in my wallet. She ignored me. I added, "How about this? If you lend me your card, I will charge you one thousand and return it to you when you move tomorrow. Or there is an ATM 200 meters downstairs. If you don't worry, just Come with me" She pulled out a bank card from her wallet and interrupted me: "The password is six zeros. Do everything you need to do before one o'clock tomorrow afternoon." I took the bank card she handed me and said, "No problem." In fact, I was not surprised that she handed the bank card to me with confidence. Oscar knew everything about my phone number, workplace, and personal connections, or maybe there was not much balance on the card. She sat quietly on the sofa, and I looked at her again. To be honest, I have never seen such a beautiful woman in my more than 20 years of life. She seemed to have a temperament that other women did not have, but Unfortunately: we don’t seem to be compatible Before leaving, I said half teasingly, half seriously: "Girl, do you want to consider living with me? I can cook and give massages. If you are tired after a long day of work, I can provide you with a full range of services when you get home. I guarantee that you will be happy." You are comfortable" "Get lost!" She finally got angry, and a pillow flew towards me with precision like guidance. :

chapter 2 The woman driving the Q7

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