C12 Sis mei is a drug dealer

She froze, lowered her head, and thought about something. Her silence confirmed my guess. I sneered. I wasn't afraid of her at all, maybe it was because of those intimate days. Even if she was a drug addict, I still wouldn't be afraid of her.

"What do you say?" I urged her.

She turned her head and looked into the distance, then smiled calmly and said to me: "Jia Liang, let's talk inside!" As she said that, she walked into the living room.

I followed.

She stood with her back to me, looking at an old painting in the living room.

"What else do you have to say?" I said aggressively.

Jia Liang, you are still a child, there are a lot of things, you still want to – "Before she could finish, I interrupted her and said," I am not a child, you must understand, I am a man, a man. I understand everything, how can there be so much money in an ordinary business, over ten high class sports cars, and even a pillar of freight that is over a million.

She paused, then abruptly turned to look at me. "What are you trying to say?"

I was so shocked by her that I nodded and said, "I-I don't want to say anything. I just want you to tell me if you're in the same group. I don't want you to be that kind of person. Do you know how many people this will hurt? Do you know how much harm this will do to society? What do you do if you don't have the money to drink it, steal it, rob it, kill it, you know? "

She raised a hand, made a gesture in front of her eyes, and then violently lowered it. "Have you said enough? Is elder sister such a person in your eyes? Why are you talking to me like that? Who are you? "What rights do you have to …"

I impolitely said, "Yes, ah, I don't have any reason to talk to you like that. Why should I? Eat, wear, and play with you. Which one wasn't given to me by a rich and respected woman like you? What reason do I have to ask? Ah!"

"You bastard, you …" She was so angry that she was trembling. She had never been so fierce, so terrifying, but she could do nothing about it. I liked torturing her like this, as if there was a desire within.

I looked up the stairs and said, "Is the room I'm not allowed in used to hide drugs? Tell me!"

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she snarled at me, "The phone's there. You go call the police. You're making a ruckus!"

"Then why didn't you say anything? You didn't do anything to apologize to your conscience, why didn't you tell me, why did you keep quiet, you can face the —" I turned to the image and said, "Do you swear on Kuan Yin?"

She touched her head, then lowered her head and said to me in a very low voice, "You better get out of here, get out of here, far away from here. If you want to call the police, go call the police, but let me tell you, you must never step foot in here again, never let me see you again. You must disappear from my world!"

She knew I wouldn't call the police, and even if I'd known she was a drug addict, I wouldn't have called the police. I don't know why, but I didn't want her to die right away.

She did not deny what I had said, nor did she admit it. I think she was right, she could not admit it, she could not deny it, because she could not swear to Kuan Yin that my words made her deeply repent.

When she let me go, my heart actually ached, but I would leave. I smiled and said, "I will leave, don't worry, I will never step half a step back into your place again. You are too mysterious, no matter what, just because you have dealings with the person who poisoned me, I will never forgive you, never forgive you!"

As I said that, I turned around and walked out.

The sun outside was harsh, and I saw the three men step out of the car.

I walked past them, not saying anything, and they didn't say anything. Someone was pulling me, and the woman's voice from behind said, "Let him go!"

I walked out of her villa and along that road, and I was in great pain, and what was going on, and why I knew her, and why I had come here, full of confusion, passion, and danger, and the abyss of what seemed like evil.

I think I really fell in love with her, and when I left the villa that time, I actually felt a heartache, a heartache every step of the way, and maybe just left, left, this woman who had come into my life in such a hurry, with so much laughter and laughter, and who was going to leave in such a hurry.

It was like a dream, and I didn't know what to do.

The dream temporarily wakes up, but will not truly wake up, perhaps fate has not ended, did not do, the story still has to continue.

The next time I saw Sis Plum was a month later. On that day, I was in the middle of delivering some goods.