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In the blink of an eye, it has been a whole month since I came to Country Z.

After I broke up with Chen Jin completely, I ended up being fired from the restaurant job because of my repeated requests for leave. After that, I couldn't find a suitable job for a long time.

With no friends, no one to confide in, I was once again a loner.

There are two things.

Ever since Yan Minglang put a stack of banknotes by my pillow, every time I finished, I would receive an envelope the next morning, with no more, no less, always one hundred hundred yuan bills.

I don't know what this is.

Prostitution?

If he really sees me as his partner, why is he giving me money?

Any way he gives me alms is much better than this.

I feel ashamed, I have been living on Yan Minglang's relief, but I don't want to take his money anymore.

After I returned the money to him, he asked me, "Is it less?"

For the first time, I looked at him so angrily: "I did take your money before, but I don't need it anymore."

Instead, he showed a puzzled expression, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked me: "Then what do you need?"

I was stunned by his question.

I had never thought about this question before, but the moment he asked it, I knew I had something I wanted, and he could give it to me, but probably never would.

"You don't need me to love you, do you?" He smiled coldly.

I looked at him disheartened, not wanting to argue any more.

For him, it was something more difficult to give than love.

Its name is "Respect".

After that, as if he had caught me, he would shake his head and sigh at me at a certain moment when he suddenly remembered: "You are too greedy, Shaw."

Chen Jin said I was hypocritical, Yan Minglang said I was greedy.I don't know if it's my problem or theirs, why in the eyes of others, I'm always so hopeless.

Yan Minglang would continue to give me whoring money, I no longer refused, but put them all under the mattress.

Even though I sold my future, I didn't give up my dignity.I have hands and feet, why should I spend his money?

I don't ask him to respect me, but use my own method to defend my dignity.

During the day, Yan Minglang was not at home, so I continued to wander the streets, looking for the few jobs that I could do.

In the evening, I will share a place with him in the study, he works or reads a book, and I continue to write the story that I have put aside for three years on my laptop.

When the spring came late, I finally found another job-playing cartoon dolls in a large amusement park.

I am relatively short and thin, and the doll costume weighing more than ten kilograms is really heavy on my body, but this job is much better than washing dishes in the winter.

It's just that although there is no need to speak, there will still be a lot of trouble.

Most of the people who come to the playground are children.When you meet a good one, they will shake hands with you and take a photo.But there will always be a few mischievous ones, either punching and kicking you, or hitting you with all their strength on purpose.

Based on the principle that customers are gods, I naturally can't do anything to them, even if I really want to slap them and let them know what it means to be sinister.

It's a pity that I was trapped by money and had to bow my head.

Once I met Chen Jin.

Maybe it's because of his hard work in fitness. I haven't seen him for a while, but he's grown a little taller, and his shoulders seem to be wider.

He walked in front of me with a girl who was about my height, when a strong wind suddenly blew up, he stopped, took off his coat, and put it on the "beautiful frozen man" girl.

I was not far from them, and I was blown to the ground by the strong wind. The heavy clothes and helmet made me unable to get up for a long time.

By the time I was finally on my feet with the help of well-meaning people, they were gone.

I gradually realized that what Chen Jin said was actually true.

Our social levels are indeed different.He works just for fun, but I am not only making money, but also maintaining the most basic human dignity.

The amusement park is the busiest on weekends and holidays, and the wages I can get are much higher than usual, but I can't always go to work at that time, because my husband won't go to work during these days.I don't want Yan Minglang to know that I'm working part-time. I know he will definitely dismiss my thoughts and actions.

On the weekend, Yan Minglang suddenly proposed to take me to a banquet.

He specially ordered a white slim suit for me.

I don't really like the color and style he chose, it looks too C.

Maybe when I was trying on clothes, my expression was very gloomy, and he pulled his face down, looking unhappy.

"Why, don't you like it?"

No matter how I look in the mirror, I look like a bitch, I bite the bullet and express my thoughts.

He was very disapproving: "C? It has nothing to do with clothes."

So it has something to do with people?I blushed and bit my lip hard.

He looked at me, with a sly look in his eyes: "If you don't like it, you can change it. It's just an agreement. If you don't like it after changing it, it's useless to say anything."

I was only concerned about my depression, and I didn't have time to take into account his expression. Hearing this, I quickly nodded in agreement, thinking that no matter how bad it was, it couldn't be worse than this.

He asked me again: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

He nodded and made a phone call, speaking in Chinese, which I didn't understand.

More than an hour later, Lin Hao hurried over, bringing a navy blue dress and a pair of crystal shoes studded with diamonds.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart.

Sure enough, Yan Minglang pointed to them and said to me, "Put them on."

I looked at him with wide eyes in disbelief, I thought he was crazy: "It's a dress!"

He frowned: "Do you think I don't know?"

"I didn't mean that! This... This is what women wear!"

"So you think I have no common sense?"

Is this something that a person with common sense can do?

No matter what I said was misinterpreted, I simply pursed my lips and said nothing, but I didn't take them over.

He gradually became impatient: "This is your own choice, Shaw, because of your decision, I have been delayed for more than an hour."

I still struggled: "Then can I—"

"No," he raised the corners of his mouth, his smile was full of malice, "I said, this is your own choice, and you are responsible for every decision you make."

I took a breath, and finally took the dress and shoes from Lin Hao's hand.

If I make a fool of myself, won't it affect him?

I thought that normal people would hope that their partner around them would be good-looking, not male or female.

I really don't understand him. Even my parents and grandfather have never been as strict as him in my education.

This may be the sick psychology of the rich.

I went back to my room dejectedly and changed my clothes.

The heels of the shoes are not high, so Lin Hao handles affairs very properly.It's just that I'm so used to wearing sneakers, I feel really uncomfortable, and I have the illusion that all the cells on my feet are squeezed together.But thinking of Yan Minglang's face, I dare not disobey it.

After changing clothes and going downstairs, Yan Minglang was on the phone with his back turned to me.

I was surprised for a moment when I saw Lin Hao looking at me.

Must be like a monster.

I hung my head in shame and indignation, wishing I could find a place to sew it in.

Hearing my footsteps, Yan Minglang turned around.He froze for a moment, looking up and down at me.

After a while, he ended the call, took a long velvet box from Lin Hao and opened it.

Inside was a black collar studded with huge diamonds.

He came up to me and lowered his head to help me put on the collar. The diamond just blocked my Adam's apple.

I was somewhat relieved.It seems that he is not that nervous, and he knows how to help me hide a little masculinity.

On the way to the banquet, Yan Minglang asked Lin Hao to buy cosmetics, and rubbed my face on my face for a long time.

As a man, I don't know any makeup skills. I have enough reasons to suspect that he turned me into a big painted face, but when I turned my head away and faced the glass window, I saw a picture in it that was bigger than my original face. And a beautiful face.