Song Qingdai had rarely been to the provincial capital before.
Later, in order to build a company, I kept running back and forth between town and city.
She helped Zhang Shaoxing to attract business and discuss cooperation. For a single order, she drank with a group of men until she vomited blood.
She thought that as long as she had money and business, Zhang Shaoxing would not dare to look down on her.
But in fact, Zhang Shaoxing was even more cruel than she thought.
He never cared about the affection between husband and wife. After the company was successfully established, he took away all her shares and locked her up at home.
Except for occasional necessary outings and interviews, he hardly allowed her to go out.
She was like a bird in a cage, imprisoned by Zhang Shaoxing.
Because he doesn't allow others to know that his company was established with the help of Song Qingdai, he wants to portray himself as a perfect successful person.
Love your wife and care for your children, be capable and filial.
These halos brought him many benefits. Zhang Shaoxing was a typical vested interest holder. Everyone outside believed that Song Qingdai was lucky to have married a good man.
But they don’t know that the Zhang family is the real hell on earth.
The bus swayed all the way towards the provincial capital, and the bumpy road almost broke Song Qingdai's butt into countless pieces.
The car was extremely stuffy, and even in the window seats with the windows wide open, all kinds of smells filled the car.
"uncomfortable?"
A broad hand came from behind and landed right on her waist, allowing her waist to rest on her arm.
It made Song Qingdai feel like she was being brought into his arms.
Gao Han lowered his eyes and saw her slightly furrowed brows, and smelled the mixed smell of sweat, feet, armpits and farts in the car.
He placed his hand on her head and asked her to lean against him gently.
He said, "You won't be able to smell it now. Just bear with it a little longer. It's almost there."
The buses in the town are very crowded, especially on such a hot day, many people take off their shoes and socks, and the smell is really hard to describe.
He had a pleasant soapy scent on him, which was different from what Song Qingdai had imagined.
She even thought that all men in the world were smelly.
Even if it's not smelly, it won't smell very good.
The man's shirt was very thin, with the collar slightly open, revealing a bit of his chest and collarbone.
The clothes stuck to the skin, highlighting the smooth lines of the chest muscles.
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