The seventh rule of the male god

Ah Jing, Ah Jing, wake up, wake up——

Who is calling me?Holding the blond-haired doll in my arms, I looked at the sky suspiciously.

Green vines are crawling on the surrounding brick walls, and there are wooden frames on the ground, on which flowers are planted in plastic flower pots.

White lilies of the valley, blue hyacinths, yellow jasmines...

The doorbell rang again, I curled my lips, and stopped caring about those inexplicable voices, glanced at the dirty doll, threw it aside, and ran to open the door.

There was another man, a very ordinary man, well-dressed, he should be upper-middle class, I looked at the man's pupils, reflecting my five-year-old self.

I grinned and said sweetly——is uncle here to find my mother?

The man was a little embarrassed and nodded.

I staggered and smiled mischievously at him, and said, Uncle, Mom has been waiting for you for a long time.

Really, it's been a long time.

Standing by the window, I picked up the dusty doll and hugged it in my arms, and I heard the familiar groans and groans in my ears.

Really, don't you know there is a child in the family?

Standing up, I looked in through the window. They were so impatient that they leaned against the wall before they got into bed.

The mother was picked up by the man, her legs were actively wrapped around the man's waist, and her back was leaning against the wall. The man dragged her body, and her white buttocks moved.

Get in, pull out.

While doing it, the man asked over and over again—baby, are you happy?

Following his movements, his mother's cry became more and more obscene, full of seduction, temptation, and love that I don't know if it is true or not.

There will be more pocket money tomorrow.I touched the doll's golden hair, turned around and left without hesitation.

Mom must have seen me, these men are such a nuisance.

Every day, I have to open the door countless times to welcome people who are either familiar or unfamiliar.

The neighbors always look at me with strange eyes, I don't care, and occasionally return a sweet smile.

They always say, commit crimes...

It's just annoying, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, okay, disgusting.

Gradually, after nine years, the men who came here looked at me very strangely, from embarrassment at the beginning to freedom, from freedom to kindness, from kindness to weirdness, and finally they all looked at me like looking at my mother.

——That kind of beast-like gaze.

What a... nasty look.

I really want to do something bad, like...kill them.

No, mother will be in trouble.

Until a man pushed me to the ground, the flower stand rolled down, and the sound of flowerpots rolling down sounded in my ears.

My mother watched from the side, then laughed wildly, took out a women's cigarette, and smoked it in her mouth. She looked really good when she smoked, the smoke was lingering, revealing her enchanting and beautiful face.

She has a beautiful dimple on her left cheek, same as mine.

The man tore up my clothes, fixed my hands with his left hand, touched my thighs from under the skirt with his right hand, and then reached into his panties.

I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit without struggling, just looking at my mother like this.

The panties were ripped open, and the man's hand touched there and stretched out a finger, which was not gentle and rude.

I opened my mouth and bit my tongue. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a group of men in black came in one after another. A handsome and calm leading man pushed away the man who was pressing on me.

I retract my tongue and look at all coldly.

The man took off his suit, covered my body, and looked at my mother coldly—you are doing this to our daughter?

Mom just laughed and took a puff of the cigarette in her hand, unable to see her expression clearly.

What happened afterwards?The man who tried to rape me was dead, and my mother was also dead, shot by the man who saved me.

I looked at it coldly, without saying a word.

The man who claimed to be my father brought me back to my family, perhaps out of guilt, and loved me in every possible way.

I watched him smile, be well-behaved or playful, the more he felt guilty towards me, the better he treated me.

But I still hate it.

How to do?

—Kill him, kill him.

Yes, kill him.

Yes - ruined him.

In the next four years, I changed schools and met many people one after another.

The memory of the past was engraved on the memory pillar by me, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke, bright red and indifferent.

Yun Changfeng, the only boy who made my heart flutter.

The first time we met was at the station. I think this young man has a very good impression, without that disgusting feeling.

My heart was weird and a little depressed, which turned into irritability.

In the afternoon, I went to watch the race car. What a coincidence, we met again.

Why did you kill him in the end?

Actually I don't know why.

That day, I inexplicably took out the four-year-old gun from under the bed, and then everything went as it should and went off the rails.

I always feel that he belongs to me, since life does not belong to me, then death belongs to me.

Or, use the Qi family and Yun family to destroy the Wang family?

As I wished, the anger of Qi Yun's family involved the entire Wang family, and the Wang family quickly went down the road of decline.

Ah, my full name, Wang Ajing, is not the surname of the Wang family, but my mother's surname.

Why did they all have the surname Wang?

It was a pity that I was saved by the damn photographer in the end, but I didn't die.

Later, when Qi Liubai found me, it really changed a lot. In his eyes, he no longer saw any affection for Yun Changfeng.

He is calm and powerful, cruel and indifferent.

But I know that his feelings are absolutely different from those shown, but it has nothing to do with me.

In Lin'an Cemetery in the suburbs, I put down a bunch of Kang milk shakes in front of my mother's tombstone, and bent over to kiss the picture of my mother.

The mother in the photo smiled beautifully, showing a beautiful dimple on her left cheek.

Many things can never be forgotten in a lifetime.

For example, the swing that swayed high and then fell when I was a child.

For example, every time my mother bought me candied haws with the money she got from selling her body.

For example, when the man was about to rape me, the dagger my mother hid behind her back.

For example, when the man in black broke into the house, the mother's expression was slightly relieved.

For example, when the person who claimed to be my father shot, my mother gave me a deep look.

She just set up a situation for me to get out of all the pain and sorrow and end up with myself.

It's just unfortunate that I know everything and everything.

I know that my mother used to be the belle of a well-known university. When she first entered the society, she was as proud as a princess. She met a handsome, wealthy and gentle man.

She fell in love quickly, but she didn't expect that the man was just for fun, and he disappeared after a night of love.

My mother became pregnant out of wedlock, was humiliated, was driven out of the house by my parents, and gave birth to me on the money left by the man.

In order to support me, she didn't know people well and fell into prostitution.

Another bloody story.

I smiled, there was no pain in my heart, I just felt sad and ridiculous.

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I still remember when I was a kid, my mom just finished having sex with a guy, and she lay exhausted in bed smoking a cigarette.

The way she smokes is beautiful, indescribable, and full of charm.

She looked at me, counted the money in her hand, and smiled lazily, revealing the deep dimple on her left cheek.

She said, Ah Jing, anything can be traded, as long as there is profit.

At that time, I was thinking, can my mother's dimples really hold wine?

1900 from Guangchengli