Evil Awe-Inspiring

I laugh: "I"m not so bad-hearted! I just think, since there are differences with living habits, and she cares so much about it. I think, young men and women, living together, will inevitably have similar misunderstandings in the future. Who can guarantee that it won"t happen again? d.a.m.n! Today, she cut me with a knife, next time, I don"t know what will happen. We all have different ideas, so we can only say that it is not suitable to live together. She can stay here and when she finds a new place to move. If she refuses to move, then I can let her live in this house. We can find a new house and move to it ourselves."

To tell the truth, I think I have done my best to say these.

Amy is my friend indeed. But a friend can"t bully people like that. Can"t she lose her temper like that?

I don"t owe her. Why should I persist in letting her? She"s not my wife! She"s not my mother either!

At the other end of the phone, Didi hears my tone of determination. Her tone is timid: "Brother Little 5.... You say that because you are still angry? Maybe it"ll be all right when your anger subsides."

I sigh, think better of it, and say, "Actually... I was really angry when I came out. Now think about it, I"m almost all right. But all of a sudden, I think maybe this way might be good."

Didi doesn"t speak. I say patiently, "You see, I"m a single man, she"s a single young girl. Can you picture of living together like this all the time? In today"s society, there are many men and women living together, but most of them have reasons. Moreover, I think it"s not convenient for us to continue living together now. Take today"s case as an example. Since we are uncomfortable to live together with each other, we should live separately. There"s no need, is there?"

There"s another word in my heart that I haven"t spoken out.

I think my relationship with Didi has developed well, if everything goes right in the future. Then there is always an outsider in our family, it will be inconvenient. I think it"s a good and rational way to live apart with Amy.

Then I add, "Well, you tell her that if she likes the house, then I can move away. Keep the house for her."

My tone is calm, but firm. Didi does not say anything, but sighs slightly.

After hanging up the phone, I think about it and ask myself whether it is not justified for me to do so. Is it bad for a friend? But then I decide on my idea.

I have done nothing wrong. At least we will always need to live apart in the future. I can"t live with Amy all my life, can I? Separate right now and give her the house, I have done my best.

Maybe today"s misunderstanding is just a small opportunity. I am not proposing separation for this misunderstanding, but this misunderstanding has become an opportunity.

Although I have thought it through, I still have a bad taste in my heart.

I always feel that this thing is somewhat baffling, let my feeling very unpleasant! After a short walk, a mind suddenly occurs to me that I had better find a place to stay temporarily tonight.

Even if I"m looking for a new house, I can"t find it right away.

It"s still early at the afternoon anyway, I find several real estate brokerage companies to register. I do have some money now and I have the courage to buy a new house.

Although I have given Nanny 6 million of the lottery winning money, I still have hundreds of thousands of savings in my own account. How grateful is that the three hundred thousand from Jimmy Chou still lying in my bank account.

My registration requirements for the purchase of houses are: s.p.a.cious, bright, convenient transportation, and I require no renovation, can move in to live, the best is to have complete living facilities.

After I registered with several real estate agencies, it is evening already. I think about it and call Azle. I ask him if I could stay at his house tonight.

As a result, when this b.i.t.c.h answers the phone, he says shamelessly that he couldn"t let me because of he will take a girl home tonight.

Joy surfeited turns to sorrow! I curse him viciously inside my heart.

Another look at Jojo"s number in the phone book... Er... Never mind.

I don"t want to go to bed in the middle of the night and hear two women"s noises in the next room.

So at last my eyes stop at Wood"s name.

"Wood, can I stay at your house tonight?"

"OK! Just come!"

Just so easy.

Hang up the phone, I"m happy again. Wood is a good buddy indeed!

I"m a little touched. Looking at the time, Wood is about to leave work at this time. I immediately turn around back to drive the car out. On the way, to express my grat.i.tude, I also find a restaurant and buy half of a roast duck to put in the car.

Wood"s home is located in a small neighborhood built in the early 1990s, not very old, but the neighborhood built in that time was basically lack of property management.

I"m not the first time come to Wood"s house. I knock at the door. He opens with a calm face, takes the roast duck in his hand, takes a look at it, and throws it on the table.

When I enter the door, the living room is not big enough to hold a sofa. There is only a dining table. Without saying a word to me, he turns and enters the room.

I take a look at the door and freeze. Is this his room?

I see about fifteen square bedrooms with a big bed, a TV cabinet and an old wardrobe beside them. But none of this matters. Importantly, the room is full of books!

All are the comic books.

On the windowsill, beside the pillow, on the bedside cabinet, on the bookshelf, on the floor, piles of comic books, I even feel very difficult to enter!

Wood is reading a comic book in his hand with a serious face. Next to him is a bowl of instant noodles, soaked in boiling water and steaming hot. There is also a trash can in the corner of the room, which is full of bags and instant noodle cans.

I can"t help but say, "Is your house too messy?"

He does not look up. His face is hidden behind the book and replies mildly: "I am a man, and single."

I nod and understand what he means. It"s normal for a single man to live in disorder.

I go into the room and pick up some comic books. They are all p.o.r.nographic comics.

"Why are all p.o.r.nographic comic books?" I ask again.

This time Wood finally puts down the book in his hand, looks at me, and still says with understatement: "I am a man, and single."

I"m speechless.

It"s absolutely boring to be in a room with Wood, especially when he"s absorbed in reading.

I"m a little hungry and ask him, "Do you just eat instant noodles in the evening?"

He does not speak, but nods.

I can"t help asking, "Is there any more?"

"In the refrigerator, the second floor."

I go to the refrigerator, open the door, look at the second floor, and am freezing instantly.

On the fridge pull-out layer, on the left is a bucket of braised beef instant noodle, and on the red package are delicious soup and large lucrative beefs. But this is not the key! Next to it is a white sculpture, a very complete human skull! The eyes of two black holes in the skull look straight at me, as if they are emitting a gloomy light.

... I hold my breath for three seconds before I can shout, "My G.o.d!!!"

I bounce back like a lightning bolt and shout, "Wood! What the h.e.l.l is this?!"

I"m afraid the expression on my face is deformed and I stare at Wood, who is sitting on the bed and reading. The fellow puts down his comic book and looks at me blankly. It takes him quite a while to think, "Oh... You say that?"

I"m furious: "How do you put this in the fridge?!" I feel my flesh creep.

Wood sighed and finally looked at me very seriously this time, patiently saying, "I am a man, and single... And don"t forget, I"m still a doctor."

I speak angrily, "Then you still can"t put this in the refrigerator!"

"There are mice in my house. The last one has been gnawed." Wood"s innocent answer.

Five minutes later, I rush out of Wood"s door. I dare not stay in that fellow"s home anymore.

Looking at the darkening weather, I feel a little helpless. After thinking about it, it seems that I will stay in a hotel tonight.

I drive to a hotel and suddenly find myself have forgotten to take the government ID. I"m beginning to understand that it is my bad luck today.

d.a.m.n it! I"m so angry that I can"t help shouting, "I"m at the worst to sleep in the car for a night!"

Just after scolding, the cell phone in my pocket is ringing. I look at the number. It"s Dorra!

"Little 5! Chen Yang!!!" As soon as the phone is connected, Dorra"s anxious voice comes, and it seems to be very low, very urgent and somewhat panicky.

"What"s wrong?"

"I…I"ve met trouble!" The voice on the other end of the phone is almost crying, and there is a tremor in her voice, as if she is very scared.

I put aside my unhappiness and ask quickly, "What"s wrong with you? What"s happened?"

"I"m in trouble... Come and save me. I"m in the eastern suburbs! Ah!!!"

In the end, there"s a cry from her on the other end of the phone, and then the phone suddenly goes off. My heart immediately tenses up, and I quickly dial back, but unfortunately the other end has shut down.

My heart is half cold! What happened to Dorra? What is it?

And which address she said... d.a.m.n it, It"s the villa area in the eastern suburbs! It"s next to the casino! Very close!

Dorra was entrusted to me by Juan! If something goes wrong with her, I won"t see Juan. I"ll kill myself!

I quickly turn around, and no matter what the traffic lights are red or green, the car just runs across the road all the way!

I"m still anxious: Has Dorra"s ident.i.ty been exposed? Has Jimmy Chou found anything? No way! But how does she appear in the eastern suburbs?