Chapter 9 A qualified ex should be as good as dead

Wen Qiao grabbed the phone and glanced at Shen Du.

I saw him sitting there silently and casually, looking at her quietly.

Although his expression was very calm, Wen Qiao's heart tightened inexplicably.

"Wen Qiao, let me ask you, where are you? It's been a month, have you had enough trouble?"

On the other end of the phone, Jin Pingzhou's impatient tone was a bit condescending.

It seemed that this time he took the initiative to bow his head, and she should be grateful to kneel at his feet and accept it.

Wen Qiao didn't want to waste any more time with him, but she felt that she had to explain something clearly to him, so at first, she calmly said: "Jin Pingzhou, we have nothing to do with him anymore. Where I am, it has nothing to do with you."

The man lit a cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. After a while of silence, he said, "Wen Qiao, be good. I can't give you anything except Mrs. Jin's position. I can give you anything you want."

In this case, Wen Qiao just feels bored and ridiculous now.

"Jin Pingzhou, have you heard of it? A qualified ex should be as quiet as dead. Not disturbing is the best respect for the deceased. I haven't come to see you this month. I think I should have given you enough. respect."

For a moment, Jin Pingzhou thought he was hallucinating.

He laughed angrily: "Do you think I'm dead?"

yes.

He died and was buried. The grass on his grave was already two meters high.

Wen Qiao's unruly attitude completely angered Jin Pingzhou, and an indescribable emotion surged in the man's heart, like a stone blocking his chest.

He knew that there was no substitute more qualified than her.

He probably...can never find such a substitute.

It's not like Jin Pingzhou hasn't looked for her in the month since she disappeared.

But all his contact information has been blocked by her.

She had never been so playful with him before.

The man's temples were beating. He crushed the cigarette he had only taken a few puffs into the ashtray and said in a calm voice: "Wen Qiao, enough is enough."

In any case, it was not her turn to finish with this sentence between them.

In fact, Wen Qiao is usually a person with little temper, or in other words, she doesn't like the feeling of losing control of her emotions.

She knew that hysteria would solve nothing.

"It's not enough, it's the end."

After Wen Qiao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and turned off the phone without waiting for any further reaction from Jin Pingzhou.

She glanced at the man sitting on the sofa from the corner of her eye, and carefully considered her words in her mind.

Before I could think of what to say, I heard him speak first.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"Actually... I don't know if it can be counted."

He suppressed his emotions and smiled casually, "What should I say?"

"Only those in their circle know about my relationship with him. Maybe in their eyes, I'm just a play..."

Shen Du raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes dark as if with a whirlpool. Such eyes made her still not say the two words that made her look bad.

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go rest first."

He looked like he didn't care about what happened between her and Jin Pingzhou.

Because this is just an agreement marriage where each gets what he wants, her past is nothing to care about in his eyes.

Don't care, don't care, because... don't love.

"good evening."

After Wen Qiao said good night to him calmly, he turned and walked back into the house.

She lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

The dark blue bedding was obviously new, but it always made Wen Qiao feel that the cold and refreshing aura of a man remained.

Wen Qiao didn't sleep well in a strange place.

What made her even more uneasy was that she had a very shameful dream.

She dreamed about that night.

That... night of rising and falling waves of desire.