President’s Contract Wife

Muzixi gritted her teeth, and placed a trembling hand on the first button of her coat. Her vision gradually blurred, but for the first time, she suddenly felt that her tears were just superfluous, and could not be changed at all. No sympathy.

Fingers hesitated on the button for a long time, Muzixi's hazy teary eyes gradually lost their luster, from fear to despair, when she closed her eyes, she unbuttoned the first button, and her tears flowed down her face , fell to the ground coldly, fragmented, as if all her self-esteem and all her feelings were wiped out with that tear,

There was a mocking smile on the corner of her mouth, and now she was really no different from Susan.

Cheng Haotian saw the smile at the corner of Muzixi's mouth. He didn't know why. What he saw seemed to be a smile, but there was an indelible sadness and despair in that expression. This kind of sadness and despair made him never have a smile. The pleasure of the winner, on the contrary, has an inexplicable sense of depression.

He moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He frowned and watched as Muzixi unbuttoned the first button and quickly undid the second, third, and fourth buttons. until all the buttons of a coat are undone.

Under the jacket was a T-shirt that was already somewhat pilled, which seemed so out of place with this magnificent hotel, as if the wind was rushing in from the outside of the open jacket, Muzixi's thin body couldn't help shaking.

She didn't even look at Cheng Haotian. Muzixi shivered and took off her coat like a robot. She threw her coat on the ground like a trash, as if to get rid of It was like a nightmare.

The arrogance in Cheng Haotian's eyes turned into a surge of darkness, his lips were tightly closed, making the already very rigid side face look even colder, his eyes were tightly locked on Muzixi who was trembling all the time , frowning slightly, Susan didn't know what he was thinking.

Muzixi's hand holding the hem of the T-shirt couldn't help shaking. She bent her hand vigorously, and with a sudden force, pulled the T-shirt over her head.

The clothes were old clothes a few years ago, and the collar was too small and stuck on her neck. She pulled it hard like a tyrannical little beast, and the clothes scraped Muzixi's face vigorously, like It hurt like being slapped hard by fate and ridicule. However, she did not feel distressed. Her heart had already been completely torn apart at the moment when she decided to give up her self-esteem and be seen taking off her clothes in the disheveled corridor at any time.

Inside the T-shirt was a small vest. Muzixi's hands were on the shoulder straps of the vest. When he took off the T-shirt just now, he seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his body, and Muzixi's hands trembled even more. At this moment, she is like a dead leaf, she can only tremble in the autumn wind, but she can't decide whether she will stay or not.

This is the last one. Muzixi has kept her eyes closed, and she dare not open them at all. Now it seems that there are bright mirrors around her, unscrupulously showing her humbleness, helplessness, despair and fragmented self-esteem. .

She really couldn't do it. There seemed to be many venomous thorns growing on the shoulder straps of the vest, which pierced her heart full of holes. After a moment of hesitation, she gritted her teeth and put down her hand. She really can't do it.

Cheng Haotian looked at her smooth collarbone, her thin arms, and the teardrops that could not be restrained from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help but look away at Susan, who was taking Looking at Muzixi with mocking eyes, Cheng Haotian frowned, and turned his gaze back to Muzixi.

Muzixi's hand was untying her trouser belt, she didn't bow her head, her hands were groping around her waist, like a slow old man, she couldn't untie it for a long time.

Cheng Haotian suddenly remembered that when he met her on the first day, she was also clumsily unbuttoning her own buttons, and her expression was the same as now, confused and helpless, suffering and frightened, but there was also an inexplicable stubbornness , he suddenly felt that the air around him was a bit stuffy, and he unconsciously tugged at the tie around his neck.

"Pfft!" Susan couldn't help laughing, "What era is this! There is still a girl in her twenties wearing such boxers! It should be worn by the current aunt. I am so laughing !"

Muzixi's face was already flushed, she stood there awkwardly, she didn't know where to put her hands, she felt that the clothes she took off were like her self-esteem, her skin, her protective color Same, now, all that has been lost, she feels every second feels like a century.

"How noble I am! But I'm like a prostitute, no, I see, I'm really shameless than a prostitute!" Susan shrugged and said contemptuously, and then spat on the ground in disgust Take a sip.

Cheng Haotian frowned imperceptibly because of Susan's disdain.

At this time, Muzixi is like a transparent and perfect glass doll, but it will be broken into pieces in the next second, and people can't help but hold Cheng Haotian's hands together.

"Come here." Just when Muzixi was about to pull her boxers with trembling hands, Cheng Haotian said to her without saying a word. There was no wave in his tone, as if he was just saying Like giving orders.

Susan looked at Cheng Haotian with some puzzlement. When Muzixi heard this, her hands froze a little, then she stood there blankly, looking at Cheng Haotian blankly. She was already covered with moisture Her eyes can't see Cheng Haotian's appearance clearly at all, but she only knows that the person in front of her frightens and humiliates her, but she has no strength to escape at all.

Muzixi looks like the first dewdrops on the leaves in the morning, and her young body exudes the pure fragrance of a daughter. However, she is already so thin, and with the recent days of working, the whole person seems to evaporate in the sun. Generally foggy.

She makes people want to warm her so much, but as soon as she gets close, it seems that the dewdrop will shake off from the leaves and shatter, and it seems that she will be evaporated by her own light and heat, which can only hurt both sides.

"Haotian..." Seeing Chenghaotian give Muzixi a chance to get closer, Susan, who was left on the sidelines, finally couldn't help but speak. In her eyes, she didn't regard the bumpkin in front of her as an opponent at all, but The truth was not what she expected.

Pursing her lips with bright lipstick, she slowly walked towards Cheng Haotian with her water snake waist twisting. Her sharp eyes swept over Muzixi who was leaning against the wall. Her eyes were like sharp swords, trying to carve holes in Muzixi's body.

Hearing the whining sound, and looking at the enchanting woman who was entangled with him like a koala, I felt disgusted for some reason. Cheng Haotian made a sullen face, and pushed away the woman wrapped around him with one hand in displeasure.

"If you're a smart person, you shouldn't stay here." His voice was cold, and when he said this, he deliberately looked in the direction of Muzixi, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

The little woman who was tortured to the point of shame by her self-esteem and the remaining pride just raised her head and met Cheng Haotian's gaze. The man's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to suck her in.

She is not a fool, of course she knows what Cheng Haotian means. But now that this step has been taken, pride and self-esteem have become luxuries, and a life like her is not worthy of having luxuries.

"Haotian, what's so good about this malnourished woman, let me serve you, you know my skills are very good."

But Cheng Haotian didn't seem to be interested in such teasing, he grabbed Susan's hand that was raging on his chest, and said coldly, "You are not only not smart enough, but also stupid. "

He slammed the woman's hand away without even a trace of sympathy. He is like a servant from hell, spreading his black wings to make everything around him dim instantly.

Muzixi watched him treat a woman so casually, as if he were treating a piece of unworn clothes. There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and he saw his future in Susan.

This man is emotionless and treats everyone the same.

Although she was very reluctant in her heart, Susan knew that staying here would only attract more contempt. Face covered under delicate makeup

There was a fierce expression on her face, her stern eyes swept over Muzixi's body, her eyes were full of unwillingness and she bit her lower lip, she refused to accept it.

After a moment's pause, Cheng Haotian glanced at the thin woman in the corner from the corner of his eye. Her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were full of impatience. What was she doing? Did you not hear him?

"Come here." Seeing that Muzixi didn't move, Cheng Haotian pressed his hand on his temple, and bit out these two words from between his lips.

Muzixi hugged her chest with both hands, and moved towards Chenghaotian step by step. There are only a few steps between her and Cheng Haotian, but Muzixi feels as long as a galaxy. Every step she takes is like stepping on a sharp knife made of her own tears and self-esteem. It made her very sad.

One step closer, another step closer, Muzixi lowered her head, she could see Cheng Haotian's pair of polished leather shoes slowly appearing in her field of vision, gradually getting bigger, shining brightly from there On her leather shoes, Muzixi saw her self-esteem being trampled on, her tears fell one after another, even though she gritted her teeth desperately, she couldn't stop.

Standing tremblingly in front of the man with her thin body, she buried her head very low, as if she wanted to find a place to accommodate her in this suffocating space. Tears trickled down the corners of her eyes, and slid into her neck with a breathtaking beauty.

Cheng Haotian's eagle-like eyes tightly surrounded her, but they were intense but with some incomprehensible meaning. In her opinion, this man only regarded her as a prostitute, and now he was just examining her, looking at her like an object.