Chapter 168

"What... kind of woman?"

"... Indescribable, you will only truly understand if you meet her."

"So magical?" He didn't believe it.

"If I have to say... that woman will make you want to chop yourself up and give it to her to eat."

"Cough... then I'd better pray that I never meet such a woman! God bless!"

God bless... a bitter smile, he wasn't a Christian, so God obviously didn't bird his prayer.

Sitting up, he took a cigarette from the bedside and lit it, taking a deep breath and exhaling the misty smoke.

Producer Shentu, his good brother, had he been deceiving himself all along?

He thought he wasn't that vulgar and narrow-minded. Even though he had been compared to him by his elders since he was a child, he always thought he didn't care. But the moment she poked through it last night, he knew very clearly in his heart—she was right.

He was afraid of losing to Producer Shentu. Producer Shentu knew, right... That's why Producer Shentu chose to be "different from him" since he was a child, in profession, career, and even hobbies. What he liked, what he was good at, Producer Shentu would never touch.

Hahahaha... had he been protected to this extent, acting as a coward for so many years without knowing it?

Getting out of bed, he took out his phone and dialed.

"What is it?" The voice that had been calm and self-possessed since childhood...

"Producer Shentu, I've taken a fancy to He He Lele."

"... So?"

"The one she likes is you."

"..."

"I want to steal her heart from you to make up for the loss of my self-esteem, which I just discovered had been yielded to others for more than twenty years."

"Ji Jie..."

"Don't say you didn't deliberately yield to me. I'm already frustrated enough thinking about this, don't add fuel to the fire."

On the fifth floor, listening to the words coming from the phone, the corners of Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's mouth couldn't help but lift, shaking the red wine glass in his hand, "Yielded for so many years, although I'm used to it, it's indeed quite boring."

"Your mother!"

"... My mother has spanked your butt."

"Producer Seeing Shentu Mo! Your sister!"

"Anything else?"

"I thought about it... I don't have to be afraid of comparing with you at all. My artist has a higher IQ than yours, I'm more handsome than you, my bed skills are better than yours, I'm more romantic and have more sentiment than you, more than you—"

"Get to the point."

"She will be mine."

"... You know, when I want to fuck a woman, I never care whose she is."

"You! Then you should still let me have her one last time!"

"..." Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked at his phone speechlessly. This brat did have one thing that had always left him far behind—the thickness of his face. He really doubted... this brat saying his self-esteem was hurt from being yielded to for twenty years...

"Just kidding, no matter what you plan to do to her, and no matter if there are others who want her, I will definitely be the one who laughs last."

Putting the phone back on the dining table, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, dumped the leftover food from his plate into the kitchen waste bin, and looked at his kitchen, which was as clean as new, his crotch feeling a little swollen.

He He Lele...

She likes him?

Heh... she played Ji Jie around, using him as a shield. His commission was very high.

Also, why did Ji Jie suddenly wake up to that problem that had been hidden for twenty years?

Because... of her?

In the first-floor kitchen, He He Lele, who had showered, changed clothes, and tidied up the kitchen, was preparing the egg liquid again. This time, no one disturbed her, so it was done in one go. Putting the mixed egg liquid into the oven and setting the time and temperature, she leaned against the kitchen counter to take a break.

Pain...

As soon as her body leaned against the counter edge, her body bounced from the soreness—don't, don't think about it. Even if her body was left with countless traces, she wouldn't leave any unresolved resentment in her memory or heart. It's fine, it's fine... just treat them as two vibrators!

He He Lele slowly squatted down, quietly watching the oven and waiting, listening to the regular sound of the second hand on the wall clock, her eyelids couldn't help but get heavier and heavier...

In the darkness, her eyes felt like they were tightly covered by a blindfold, making it hard to open them. Her hands were tied behind her back by something. He He Lele was about to struggle, but her body suddenly floated, as if she were being held up.

"Who?" ===== CHAPTER 169 =====