I felt mostly excited.
She had only been tentatively trying to entice Su Luo to stay, but she didn't expect him to actually stay.
The feeling of gradually uncovering the hidden flaws of a well-behaved child like Su Luo from his subconscious is truly exhilarating.
She knew it very well.
Once the dark side of one's inner self is unleashed, it is very difficult to go back to the way things were before.
That kind of thrill is something that nothing else can replace.
For her, marriage is a system.
If you are treated unfairly within the system, you can't escape it.
Then she would fight against the system with all her might, even if it meant going to hell after death.
...
The sun slowly rose from the horizon.
Sunlight streamed into the bedroom.
Su Luo, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes and stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling.
Instead, I recalled that this was Nami's house.
Su Luo didn't rush to get up, but instead reached out and picked up her phone from the bedside table.
I tapped the screen and saw a lot of unread messages on WeChat.
Su Luo clicked in and found that most of the messages were from work groups. She glanced through them and saw that there was nothing important.
Just as I was about to exit the interface, I discovered that a stranger had added me.
Su Luo clicked on the verification message, read the other party's message, and was so shocked that her eyes widened.
It turned out that Ye Xiaoman had added him. Ye Xiaoman's profile picture was black, without any pattern.
Su Luo excitedly clicked "agree." With her idol and herself involved, she had to agree.
I casually browsed Ye Xiaoman's WeChat Moments, which only showed posts from the last three days, and there was nothing there.
Su Luo stared at the blank chat box, hesitating whether to say hello, but ultimately didn't know what to say, so she put down her phone.
Get out of bed.
Push open the door.
There were steaming sandwiches and hot milk in the living room, but Nami Ozawa was nowhere to be seen.
"Nami-nee?"
Su Luo shouted as he looked around.
Seeing that Ozawa Nami's shoes and bag were gone from the doorway, they knew she had already gone out.
Su Luo went to the bathroom and quickly washed up.
I sat down at the dining table with a somewhat melancholy air. Next to the empty plate was a pink sticky note.
There are two lines of neat handwriting on it.
"Lolo, remember to eat the breakfast I prepared for you. I also bought you a set of clothes. They're in my bedroom. I didn't wake you because you were sleeping so soundly. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye."
Su Luo unconsciously raised the corners of her mouth, and her melancholy mood instantly relaxed.
I picked up the sandwich from the plate, took a big bite, and it tasted great; it contained tuna and ham.
I ate two pieces in one go, and then drank a glass of milk.
I tidied up the table and washed the dishes.
When he arrived at Nami Ozawa's bedroom, he was a little worried before he saw the clothes Nami Ozawa had bought for him, since Nami Ozawa had given him a burgundy suit before.
He had no idea what occasions he could wear that suit, since it was too flashy. He wondered if it would be another eye-catching color this time.
Upon seeing it, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's a very ordinary black suit and white shirt, perfect for work.
After changing her clothes, Su Luo put the Lolita dress that had gotten wet last night into a bag.
I picked up the bag and left the room.
I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed straight to the company.
...
Arrived at the company, and another workday began.
The weather was great today; it didn't rain anymore, and the sun was shining brightly.
Su Luo, carrying her camera, followed the film crew to a nearby residential complex to continue filming the short drama.
We filmed all morning, and it was lunchtime when we took a break.
Just as Su Luo was about to go to the cafeteria, Wen Zi, who had rushed over, stopped her.
"President Song wants you to come to his office."
"..."
Su Luo couldn't refuse, nor did she want to make things difficult for Wen Zi, since she was only responsible for relaying messages.
He could only come to Song Lingshan's office on an empty stomach.
Song Lingshan sat leisurely at her workstation, sipping her coffee. Seeing that Su Luo's hands were empty, she said unhappily.
"Where's my lunch?"
After Su Luo left last night, Song Lingshan was depressed for a long time.
In the end, I decided not to let him off the hook. Since he likes to rebel against me so much, let's see how long he can keep it up.
It remains to be seen whether she will give in first and stop, or whether Su Luo will be the first to give in and beg for mercy.
"?!!"
Su Luo didn't understand why she could act like nothing had happened and ask him for lunch today, even though they had clearly had such a bad argument last night.
He didn't go home last night either, so where is he going to cook lunch for her?
Despite harboring many grievances, Su Luo still spoke cowardly.
"I forgot, I forgot to do it."
Song Lingshan put down her coffee and said sarcastically.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who said you would bring me lunch every day. I didn't force you, did I?"
Upon hearing this, Su Luo's blood pressure soared. Suppressing his anger, he said helplessly.
"Yes, then I'll go home and make it for you now?"
"..."
Song Lingshan didn't say anything, but picked up her phone from the table with a cold face, dialed a food delivery number, and ordered a few dishes at random.
"..."
Su Luo stood there, and he clearly heard Song Lingshan order two meals and two of her favorite dishes.
Does that mean I have to eat with her?
Forget it, he's probably afraid he'll get indigestion.
He really didn't want to eat with Song Lingshan anymore; he just wanted to stay away and not be treated like a plaything by her anymore.
Muster up the courage to ask.
"Mr. Song, if there's nothing else, may I leave now?"
Song Lingshan smiled sweetly.
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