Dirty Games

"Du's and Lu's are partners, and they always give priority to Du's projects, don't they?" She said in a low voice.

"In the past, I was in charge of the project." Lu Haoyang said coldly and impolitely.

Since she left, he has become a workaholic, all his energy has been put on his work, and for the first time, he has entered Lu's consortium and has taken over some of the affairs.

Jing Xiaomeng faintly felt a sense of oppression.

"Is Lu always dissatisfied with our plans?"

"I didn't see Miss Ann's sincerity in cooperation." He said in a casual tone.

She was slightly stunned. "What kind of sincerity does Mr. Lu want?"

He held up his coffee and took a sip, with a strange cold light shining under his eyes. "Among all the people who come to negotiate, you have only one advantage."

"What's the advantage?" Jing Xiaomeng asked.

"You are a woman." His thin lips slightly open, slowly spit out a few words, voice as light as goose feather landing.

Jing Xiaomeng's back is covered with a chill.

"Will Lu always give priority to women?"

"It depends on whether you take advantage of yourself." The corner of his mouth curled a cold arc, and the dangerous color in his expression made Jing Xiaomeng scared.

"If Mr. Lu has any ideas, you can say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush. I am not good at solving puzzles."

She picked up the cup on the tea table and took a sip of tea to keep herself calm.

Lu Haoyang did not speak. His fingers were beating slowly and rhythmically on the table.

The room was enveloped in a tone of silence.

Jing Xiaomeng's anxiety is deepening.

She couldn't understand Lu Haoyang's intention, but her intuition told her that it was definitely not a good thing.

"Mr. Lu, no matter what you think, I will consider it, so you don't need to worry about it."

Lu Haoyang looked at her, looking at her in a moment and deep, as if she was a commodity, and he was assessing her value.

After a long time, he vomited out word by word in a low and clear way, "stay with me for one night."

Jing Xiaomeng convulsed violently. The hand holding the cup suddenly shook. The cup fell to the ground and the tea splashed all over the ground.

But she ignored, almost subconsciously jumped up from the sofa, "Mr. Lu, what do you say?"

She could not believe that he would make such a request, for fear that she might hear him wrong or misunderstand his meaning, so she had to confirm it again.

Lu Haoyang did not intend to repeat it, but said coldly, "if you don't hear me, you can go."

"I hear you, but you are asking too much. It's incredible." She said with a little irritation.

"What else do you have besides this advantage?" A sneer of ridicule swept over his pretty face.

Her hands on both sides slowly clenched, a strong color of shame and indignation rose from her chest, turned into a raging flame, burning wildly.

Fortunately, she still had a trace of reason, which did not burst out.

Lu Haoyang has always been cold. It is impossible for him to ask for a woman's slap when he meets a woman. It is very likely that he is suspicious of her, so he deliberately said so.

"Mr. Lu, at the general meeting of shareholders yesterday, I heard a shareholder say that I have a special image with your deceased wife. You can't confuse me with her. I'm Claire ANN, and my father is Dr. ANN of Rocher. I have nothing to do with your wife. "

Lu Haoyang chuckled: "like it, how can I not feel that, in addition to the face has a little similar, there is no other place like."

Jing Xiaomeng was shocked. This answer was beyond his expectation.

He doesn't think she is like Jing Xiaomeng. He doesn't regard her as Jing Xiaomeng?

In her thought, Lu Haoyang's figure came again: "to be honest, if you don't mention it, I'll forget that woman."

Jing Xiaomeng felt a bullet coming and hit her.

He forgot her?

He has forgotten her!

She managed to swallow her saliva, not to show any abnormal emotion.

"It seems that your marriage is not happy, so you forget her so soon."

"Indeed." Lu Haoyang spread out his hand, "she is an obnoxious woman, from top to bottom is my poison point, no place can let me eye. Her brain is like paste, never open, stupid and worrisome. She is also ordinary, but also all day long plain face in the sky, in front of my eyes, constantly challenging my very beautiful, polluting my vision. What's more, her manners are very vulgar. She doesn't eat, she doesn't sit, she doesn't stand up, she doesn't even have a little lady's demeanor. "

Every word of his was like a firecracker in her ear, which made her head buzzing, her eardrum ache, neuralgia, and every cell was about to break.But what hurts most is her heart.

A kitchen knife kept chopping and chopping in her chest, chopping her heart into pieces and meat, but he was not finished. He stopped and asked, "do you know what I hate the most?"

She didn't answer. Her throat was choked and she couldn't spit a word.

Lu Haoyang also intends to let her answer, he is just asking himself.

"What I hate most is sleeping with her. As soon as she lies on it, she becomes a dead fish, which is extremely boring. And the way she sleeps is unbearable. Every night after she fell asleep, I would quietly go to another room and come back in the morning, so as not to be disturbed by her sleep. And her idiot, sleeping like a pig, never found out

There was no disguised irony, disdain and disgust in his tone.

This is the most violent physical attack. Every word says it. Jing Xiaomeng is dizzy. Her eyes are pitch black, and her back is soaked with painful cold sweat.

Is that what he says in his heart?

She knew that he hated her, but she didn't expect to be so disgusted, so disgusted that she would not even sleep with her.

She didn't want to see him again, she didn't want to sit here again, she didn't want to hear every word that came out of his mouth.

She was hurt, badly hurt, almost dying.

She wanted to run away, run away in a gray, to a place where there was no one, crying and panting.

But she couldn't move, her body seemed to be frozen, her feet were nailed to the carpet, and she couldn't take a step.

Because she still has a trace of reason, knowing that she can't go.

She can't piss him off. She has to get the project.

"You should be happy that she's dead, aren't you?" Her voice was low and weak, like the last whiff of air before death.

"Don't tell me about this woman. She has nothing to do with me." He replied coldly, frowning, as if recalling a nightmare.

Her fingers clenched more tightly, and her nails were deeply embedded in the meat.

She was on the verge of collapse, and only pain could keep her awake and rational.

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