"Stop talking, Tong, stop talking, I beg you, stop talking..." I buried my face in Tong's chest, and tears soaked her front. I know she is going to talk about how she bought one hundred thousand yuan. I don't want to hear any more. "I want to say it. If you don't say it, you may keep talking about me for the rest of your life." Tong, really don't say it. One more word you say is like cutting off an extra piece of flesh on my body. I know it's all my fault. I am the person least qualified to talk about children, but I just pointed at her nose and said it. "Now that you are always talking about me, are you thinking how many men I have slept with based on how many orders I have accepted? I don't. It would be great if I could change an order by taking off one piece of clothing." Shunde Farmer He took me to the conference room, closed the doors and windows, sat on the rostrum, and asked me to take off all my clothes. I stood in front of him, and under his gaze, I took off my clothes one by one. Do you remember, I have been with you for three years? , every time you want to turn on the light, I don't want to do it. I have always been embarrassed to be naked in front of you, but now, I have to take off my clothes in front of a short and fat man who is almost a stranger." Tong shrank and shed tears. Sneered. But, do you know, I stood naked in front of him in shame, and he actually said, "Fuck! You have given birth to a child! I thought you were young because of your good figure. After all, you have already given birth to a child, so I might as well go back." Go home and pick up your wife." He saw my scars from giving birth to our son and was tired from pregnancy. He lost interest in me, zipped up and got up to leave. I was naked, so I ran over and hugged him and said, "Boss, don't go. I know many postures. Although I have given birth to a child, it's very tight down there. Give me a chance to try it." The child burst into tears. I cried until my throat became hoarse. Am I cheap? Even meaner than that? I was so mean to beg him like this, but the boss still pushed me away and said, "Go away, I'm not interested when I see your scar." Maybe, this reminded him of his own wife. I put on my shirt stupidly, thinking, I thought I was wealthy and attractive, but it turned out that I had already reduced myself to the point where men were no longer interested in taking off my clothes. After a week, no other business was found. I can only go back and find the farmers in Shunde. Before going there, I went to the most popular nightclub to bring a top lady to the stage. In this way, it was finally done. In that advertisement, the model also made it myself. She didn't show her face, she just patted her on the back. In this way, I made a total of 110,000 yuan. It's the advertisement that "Yabao Yabao, washes away dust, grease, and dandruff, leaving only smoothness in the heart" that was broadcast on cable TV stations every day a year ago. Have you seen it? That three-second close-up of my back was me. Tong's face was stained with tears, and he made moves like those in commercials, trying desperately to make me laugh. How could I not have seen it? It was the opening advertisement for "The Secret History of Xiaozhuang" that Jing watched every day. But, who would have thought that the thin back on TV would be the body of the woman I love the most and have been hugged by me for three years! Tong got closer to my body, put his face close to mine, and forced a smile. This smile is no longer like before, it is the genuine mountain flower. From then on, I learned to be good. I learned to cater to men’s fetishes and tricks. I learned to take off my clothes first and expose myself to their own shortcomings - this way I could save myself compared to those girls with graceful figures. Wei had heard about my story, but he couldn't believe it and questioned me - by then he was already mentally unbalanced and started to treat me roughly. I also resented him, so I lied and said, yes, I slept with every client. Wei raised his hand to hit me, but in the end, he clenched his fist into a fist and smashed it against the glass window, causing bleeding. Tong sighed. Wei is like this, the more he has a grudge, the more he suppresses himself. If he were not so suppressed, he would be more at peace in his heart and would not explode later. Wei, spit out a few words, "You are really poisonous! What do you think of me? Kaizi? Why did you stay with me in the first place?" Just because you are his buddy. I answered Wei. After a person has loved deeply once and was heartbroken to the point of despair, he will change and lose his spirit and flesh, right? I know Wei is sincere towards me, I know there is nothing wrong with him except being short, but I just don't love him, what should I do? I knew that answering like this would definitely hurt Wei more deeply, but at the time I felt it didn't matter and was numb. Numb to anyone but you. I am no longer interested in anything except things related to you. From then on, every penny earned by the advertising company was transferred to his own account. He balances emotional losses through financial gains. He allowed me to give sexual bribes to others and then benefited myself. It's a bit like a husband who catches his wife selling prostitutes. Instead of blaming her, he agrees, but the proceeds from MY have to be handed over to him. Wei and I have this kind of sick relationship. Before and after, until I was arrested, 300,000 of the company's profits had been taken away by him one after another. I told Wei that he could take them all, but there was one request. Wei has become so perverted that he is no longer the Wei you know. He knew that we met again and was afraid that we would get back together, so he wrote a letter of complaint. The report letter was written by Wei. I couldn't believe what I heard. I frowned and shook my head. This action made Tong think I was angry, and he quickly shook my hand. You're saying again that I'm too willful, right? If I had endured the power and not hurt him so willfully and vindictively, he wouldn't have done these things. But the hour he pressed on me every time was worse than death. It was so unbearable. Every time during that hour, I don’t know how many times I have to say “Where are you?” What are you doing? Why don't you come to save Tong? Tong feels so uncomfortable... Tong cried again.