A charming and dangerous character

Because the new identity of "Nancy Jiang" does not have any internationally recognized academic qualifications or certificates, and Ah Xiang only applied for a travel visa before going abroad, so this means that I may be deported at any time when the visa expires.

But according to the current situation, it is impossible for me to return to China.You don't need to think about it carefully to guess how much I will anger that big man by leaving without saying goodbye - and I am humble and powerless in China, and I am afraid that I will be killed as soon as I return to China Fate in a different place.

I had no choice but to enter a local black clinic, and started working as a nurse here. While working part-time to earn some pocket money, I tried to find a "convenient channel" for me to stay.

There are only two ways to stay in this rootless foreign city: either through your own efforts to be recognized by the government of this country, so as to obtain an identity card; legal alien.

And the reason why I choose this beauty clinic is not because I don’t have enough money to spend (the salary I receive from the group is enough for me to live comfortably without having to work, and live a very free and unrestrained life for a period of time) , but I want to use the broad network of customers here to indirectly connect with human resources that can provide me with a green card status.

Although most of the people who visit this underground clinic on weekdays are the lowest-level people in the city, such as prostitutes, Internet wild models, strippers, bar singers, etc., and such occupations that cannot be put on the table at all-but do not Don't underestimate the ability of this group of underground people, their experience of wandering on the edge of the law all year round can basically solve my current predicament.

The concept of sex in this country is relatively open. Generally, when the local rich second generation hold a party or something, they will invite a few acquaintance girls with particularly hot bodies to join their party, and by the way, enhance the atmosphere.

And because of my previous experience in compensated dating, and because I deliberately catered to them (for example, I deliberately said that I gave them some small favors such as hyaluronic acid and botox when operating for them), so these gray professional women are very happy. It's me who likes to be talkative, cheerful and generous.

Moreover, among this group of women, there will always be three or four who are thoughtless and soft-hearted, unable to stand up to my "sugar-coated cannonballs".So under my persuasive temptation, they also began to take the initiative to invite me to those boring but extravagant parties.

Maybe you will wonder why in this strange country, I did not "return to the old business" and chose detour tactics to get to know a wider circle of friends through others-the previous sentence is the real reason for my actions.

As a newcomer to a foreign country, it seems that I can only rely on the recommendation of people inside this circle if I want to quickly integrate into the chaotic local social circle.

As I and those women with big breasts and no brains began to frequent local gatherings, with my exotic face among the crowd and my cheerful and understanding communication skills, it didn't take long for "fish" to take the initiative Take the bait.

But I wasn't that impatient, I just randomly picked a prodigal son who was easy to sit on the mountain, and got it done hastily.

The principle I have always pursued is "one strike must hit", not to mention this kind of major event related to the future direction of life. Of course, I don't want to leave too many troubles for myself, so I must choose the most suitable one.

But I soon encountered another unexpected "trouble".

After attending several parties for two consecutive days, on a supposedly beautiful weekend morning, I suddenly started throwing up while holding the toilet.The feeling can't be described in words. I seem to have vomited out all the gastric juice and bile in my body. Even if there is nothing to vomit in the end, the strong nausea still makes me want to retch all my internal organs. in vitro.

I tried to recall whether I had eaten anything indigestible in the past few days, but my memory told me that everything was normal, and my physical fitness and drinking capacity had always been good, so after I stopped, I stared blankly Those dirty and disgusting vomit suddenly had a very bad premonition in my heart.

When I hurriedly bought a pregnancy test stick from the pharmacy, even though I already had a rough guess in my heart, I still felt like being struck by the thunder when I saw the two horizontal bars on it after the test...

Until this time, I was soberly aware that I was really pregnant.This also means that I have to expedite my search for someone who can provide me with a green card.

Unexpectedly, the turning point also came to me very suddenly.

It was still a feasting and extravagant party, and it was arranged by the most famous local "prodigal son", but the time was changed from the usual late night, which the locals prefer, to the evening just before sunset.

——It is said that it seems that "Prodigal Son" is holding it for a friend from abroad.

That day, the majority of the people present were still white, and my "transition" and I were the only Asian faces on the scene.

Although I immediately guessed that the Asian teenager who was far away from the crowd was the protagonist of the party, I still picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate and walked towards him very gracefully.

"Hi!" I took the initiative to greet him: "My name is Nancy, are you also from country C?"

Perhaps because it is rare to hear a familiar mother tongue in a foreign country, the boy who lowered his head like a depressed boy still raised his head and looked in my direction.

However, it was only at this glance that I suddenly and truly realized what it means to "one glance at ten thousand years".

Even though I have adjusted the muscles at the corners of my mouth to the best radian, and the eight bright and white teeth are just exposed, coupled with the bright eyes I have trained, I know that I look absolutely charming in this state— — But it is a pity, this time I should have encountered a "strong opponent" that cannot be defeated.

Probably all the beauty in this world will be eclipsed in front of this young man.

The teenager seemed a little depressed, but he still replied to me very politely: "Hi, I'm Quirico"

Even though the boy had finished speaking for a long time, I was still engrossed in his side face that people would never forget.It was also at that moment that the fire in my heart quickly ignited, and it was impossible for anyone to extinguish it.

So I blinked at him, tried to look innocent and friendly (which is my specialty), and said to him, "You look bored, why don't I talk to you for a while?"

The boy didn't nod in agreement, but he didn't explicitly refuse, so I sat down next to him as a matter of course.

I babbled on for a long time by myself. In fact, I didn’t know that I could talk nonsense like this before, but the young man listened attentively to me sharing with him what I saw and heard after I came here in my native language——Content It could be funny or it could be boring - I ended up telling him a story that sounded like a fable:

"A long, long time ago, a princess in a certain country was abandoned by her parents when she was born, because the wizard said that the country already had a prince who could inherit the throne, so the poor little princess had to rely on herself and stubbornly fight outside. She lives in the cruel forest. However, she has also seen many darkness that other princesses have never seen, such as fighting for food with wolves, sleeping in the dark den of brown bears..."

The boy finally looked up at me again, but this time his eyes were full of strangeness, and those beautiful eyes that seemed to be talking seemed to be wondering: "Does this woman have some mental problems?"

But I ignored it and stubbornly told my own bizarre story: "...Later, the little princess was finally accepted by the animals and regarded as their 'forest princess'. However, until one day, the forest came in again. Kings and queens of two other countries, and they stumbled upon a 'forest princess' living with animals."

"Although the king and queen are also very popular with the animals, they are still very impressed by this clever girl who dares to challenge the beast..."

"Then what's next?" The boy rarely asked me on his own initiative.This boy, who is not a few years older than me, seems to be obsessed with a happy ending: "Did the little princess go back to live in another country with the king and his wife?"

But I turned my head and showed a slightly weird smile in the direction of the boy.

"Of course not, because the princess of the forest saw the gorgeous costumes worn by the king and his wife, but she only had rags and leaves to cover her body, so she was instantly crushed by her extreme inferiority complex."

Noticing the disappointment on the boy's face, I continued to add in my heart: "'Forest Princess' can only be with wild beasts."

but--

Do you think the story ends here?

Maybe you think that the little princess has seen the glamorous "king" and "queen" as a blow to her dimensionality reduction, and she will be depressed from now on?

No no no... of course she's gone, my friend.

Otherwise, you won't see her who has become ruthless in high school in the previous content.

In the fable I told the boy, the main character was me, or I was a little girl—but the end of the story didn’t stop there.

And you certainly can't imagine that the "encounter" at the hotel many years later is not the second meeting in my life with the "king".

Because when I was a little girl, after the Christmas party that year, I was fortunate enough to be recommended by the dean to enter the backstage, and had a short and cordial exchange with the unattainable "king" and "queen".

The "Queen" standing behind the stage didn't look as unfriendly as she was on the stage before. She even bent down and said hello to me: "How are you, kids."

Yes, there were several other children of the same age who were handpicked by the director to come to the back of the stage with me, but I deliberately performed more prominently than them.

So I boldly approached the woman, stretched out my fingers, and exaggeratedly drew the shape of a fairy tale book in the air: "Are you the 'king' and 'queen' of this country?" The young couple smiled brightly: "You are so beautiful that you look like the characters I saw in the book."

As soon as my voice fell, the adults roared with laughter - but they would not laugh at a child's childish speech, and the woman touched the top of my head happily, of course , At that time, I also saw the dean gave me a look of implicit approval.

Maybe it was the innocence of the little girl, or maybe it was my humorous words that moved the couple. Anyway, since that year, both of them would find time to visit me at the orphanage at the end of each year.

Sometimes the two of them may come together, but sometimes only one of them may come because of the busy business.And my favorite moments are the moments alone with the husband of this couple.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized that this tendency may express my subconscious desire for the lack of "fatherly love" since I was a child.

Although my sister and I were abandoned by our mother, at least she still appeared in our memory, not at all like our rich father who never showed up from the beginning to the end.However, this missing paternal love was quickly made up by the man who looked like a "king" to me.

From the way the man treats me tenderly, I can guess that he must have had children with his wife a long time ago, but I will never take the liberty to inquire into the privacy of his family, nor will I be like other stupid children in the courtyard, hungry Pray for adoption from wealthy families.

Every time he came over, I would only pick out some interesting stories that happened in the orphanage and tell him about them. Although I was still a little young at that time, some instincts were natural, and I knew very well how to become A man's "interpretation flower".

Moreover, it is precisely this obedience that made him believe in my appearance of pretending to be ignorant of world affairs.

At the beginning, he just came to visit me in the orphanage with his wife at the end of the year as if he was fulfilling his obligations; but later, with my hard work, the relationship between me and him became more and more familiar, and we got along better. It's more like a family.

Once, I even took advantage of the fact that he had just signed a big deal, and began to lure him to make a commitment to me intentionally or unintentionally.He was indeed in a good mood that day, so he said to me very cooperatively: "As long as you study hard, I will come to see you often in the future!"

Naturally, I enshrined this sentence as an imperial decree, and he really kept his promise. He would come to the orphanage almost every month-ask me about my studies, or listen to my chat-even if the business is very busy, he will at least Came here every few months, and with a sincere apology for not being able to take care of me.

But soon I discovered that even though we have known each other for a long time, he still always treats me as the little girl he used to be. Every time he comes over, he will bring some snacks and books, and he still treats me like a child.

Perhaps the harmonious relationship between us, in the mature eyes of him, is just a friendship that started out of nowhere, but wonderfully unfolded;

But this relationship fell into my eyes completely differently.

Whether it's the laughter when we talk, or the silent understanding gradually cultivated, in my opinion, it is very meaningful.

As I slowly stepped into my teenage years, I have already regarded him as the suave French professor Humbert in the book-and I am his Lolita.

I don't expect to be the light of his life, but I am eager to ignite the fire of his desire.

Of course, I will not tell him or anyone else what I think.

Because if I don't speak out, I can ask him to come and see me under many guises, and I can enjoy my time with him, and it's not immoral in anyone's eyes.Therefore, as long as I still have a semblance of reason in my mind, I will definitely not take the initiative to destroy the trust that has been hard-won between me and him.

In short, during the period when I just entered junior high school, I was spoiled by him like a "little princess" who was born and raised in the royal family, and that was also the period when I had the closest relationship with him.

However, I didn't find out until later - it turned out that I was just "like".

Because all these unreal beauty were completely destroyed on the day I saw him get along with his family.

It was probably in a certain shopping mall in City D. Since I had won a scholarship at that time, I planned to buy something for him and my sister.

But just as I was imagining how surprised he would be when he received the gift, and I was choosing the gift with joy, I was suddenly caught by a burst of laughter—not because of anything else, but because I heard his very familiar voice.

When I looked up at the opposite restaurant, I quickly noticed a table that was completely different from the one next to me.It was only then that I discovered that he could smile so happily and sincerely in front of his family, and the efforts I made to get close to him were insignificant in comparison.

Against the backdrop of passers-by, the "king" and his "queen" and "prince" look so dazzling, and the atmosphere of getting along with them is also enviable and harmonious, and it cannot even be destroyed by others.

I knew that I must have been extremely ugly when I gritted my teeth.

But I couldn't control myself, the jealousy and hatred that surged like a tidal wave easily drove me into madness.

And the child I saw that day was the beautiful boy I met at the party today that I can't easily forget.

I looked at the teenager sitting next to me, and found that he had a disappointed look on his face after listening to the incomplete story, and I couldn't help a smile from the corner of my mouth.

Now that the "King" has been defeated by me, and his genes are carried on in my womb, then——

Then it's your turn,

My little price

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