Chapter 37 Chapter 2 Mr. Pang

Mr. Pang was a little bright at first. He drove to the airport to pick her up.At the exit, they had a long hug.The length of the hug was not out of lingering needs, but because her haughty body was thrown into the bulging embrace of a short and fat man, and it required a difficult adjustment from posture to emotion.She felt that the crowd at the exit was observing their embrace, as if they were watching a tired bird fly up the branch of a dead tree.A little bit of humiliation, a little bit of fear, and a little bit of warmth made her shed tears uncontrollably.She didn't want Mr. Pang to find out that she was crying, so she wiped away the tears on his shoulder.I don't know if he realized that the shirt was wet, but she heard him flattering her as usual, you look so beautiful today!

The car stereo plays the CDs she carved herself, which are Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs she sang in nightclubs.She knew it was deliberately prepared by him, and she was a little moved by this thought. In return, she rested her head on his shoulder.She said, let's go to your villa?Mr. Pang said, it is better to go to the hotel, the villa is not convenient, and my wife will come in a few days.She said, why didn't your wife come early or late, but why did she bump into me?He shrugged, and I didn't know either.He also said that the condition of the hotel is very good, with a four-star price and a five-star standard.Her head slowly left Mr. Pang's shoulder, how many days have you booked the hotel?Mr. Pang observed her expression and said, you can book as long as you want, even for a lifetime, and I will pay.She said that only women who are chicken mothers live in hotels for the rest of their lives.Mr. Pang analyzed her eyes, if you don't like to live in a hotel, you can rent a house, find a better apartment, or a villa, anyway, I will pay for it.She said, that's not renting a house, that's called having a mistress. Do you want to hire me?Mr. Pang was a little embarrassed, glanced back and forth at her a few times, and summoned up the courage to say, if you want, I can take care of you.Our company will go public next year.Her face turned to the outside of the car window, and she sneered, listed?Why do I feel like I'm listed too?Mr. Pang said that only those who are young ladies can be listed. Do they need to be circulated? If you don’t circulate, it is not called listed.She stared at the profile of Mr. Pang's profile, I'm not smooth?To sleep alone with you?She patted his cheek suddenly, and said seriously, do you know what I want to talk to you about?Mr. Pang turned off the stereo, what happened?Want to fly all the way back to talk?She said, guess, guess.Mr. Pang was silent at first, and after a while he said, I am most afraid of guessing riddles, so I'd better go to the hotel and guess again.

The hotel is in the center of the city, across the street from Paris Night Club.When she left Night Paris, the hotel hadn't been built yet, and when she returned to her hometown, she actually lived in this skyscraper, just facing a page of her resume.Standing at the window of the room, you can see that the neon lights of Paris on the other side of the street have been flashing ahead of time. English, French, Japanese, Chinese, four kinds of languages ​​render the international route of this nightclub, and the five-color lights outline the outline of a young girl. , side face, buttocks, short skirt and high heels, no one can tell what race it is.The neon light is a page of her resume, her past, shining with a gorgeous and pragmatic light, which points to nothingness.She drew the curtains.Mr. Pang hugged her from behind, exhaling heavily from his nostrils.She said, I didn't mean that.Mr. Pang said, you didn't, I meant that, can you?His hand rested on her chest for a moment, over the sleeveless shirt, over the waistband of the culottes, slowly down, down.She broke free from him and said sharply, "No, be careful not to hurt your child."Mr. Pang withdrew his hand like an electric shock, what did you say?She said, I said be careful, I am pregnant and it is your child.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.He backed up and sat down on the edge of the sofa.His expression looked stiff, a guarded look cast from his small eyes, that look fell on her lower body, and then slowly rose, my child?In France?He said, just that night, how could it be? you are not happy?She squinted at him, and said in a mean tone, I'm not happy either, I want to conceive Baggio's child, Li Ka-shing's child, Jackie Chan Chow Yun-fat's is also fine, who wants to conceive your child?There is no other way. Won't.He said no.I remember very clearly that I was wearing a condom.

Won't?What do you mean no?Her voice lost control and became high-pitched. I'm pregnant, not you. Tell me more clearly, what does it mean? It doesn't mean you won't get pregnant.He gave a dry laugh, I'm wearing a condom, you won't get pregnant with such a good condom. Her face was gray, and her eyes shot with anger, and the anger spread from his face to his stomach.He pressed down the crotch of his trousers, crossed his legs, and one leg kept dangling.She saw his white socks, and his calf was whiter than the socks, with a few sparse black hairs growing on them.She said, fuck, I don't care what the trick is, I'll just ask you, it's not you, is it a ghost that made me pregnant?

Not a ghost.He pondered for a moment, then suddenly reminded her, it's a ghost, right? Didn't you say that a ghost is handsome, didn't you say that a ghost is sexy? You have a really good memory, so tell me, which ghost is it? Make no mistake, you are pregnant, not me.The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared, and he counterattacked in a timely manner. Which ghost is it? I should ask you, not you. You think I'm a whore?A bitch also has only one body, I sold it to you for ten days in Europe, and stayed with you day and night, who else would I sell it to?She screamed, blood rushed to the top of her head, grabbed a cup and threw it at him, I was blind, if I knew this, I might as well choose a ghost, anyone with better genes than you!

Before he could dodge in time, a small mouth appeared on his forehead, and blood immediately came out from his forehead.She was frightened by the blood, covered her eyes and screamed, "It deserves it, why don't you flash it?"Mr. Pang hurriedly ran into the bathroom.She followed and was locked outside the door.After a while, Mr. Pang covered his forehead with a towel and rushed out of the bathroom, saying, okay, okay.She said, I have a Band-Aid in the box!But she had no chance to apply a Band-Aid for him. Mr. Pang was already standing in the corridor. He turned his head and stared at her, his hands were covered with blood, his eyes were full of disgust, and there was a determined expression on his face. Miss Bai, today I I can see through you.He said, I'll tell you who you are, you're a bitch, a depraved bitch!

Mr. Pang's blood stains were left on the beige carpet, which was red at first and then gradually darkened.She got down on her knees and wiped the blood on the carpet with a tissue. The tissue turned red, and the carpet was still a string of dark spots.Her mind went blank.The suitcase was stained with a pool of Mr. Pang's blood, and the blood engulfed a pattern on the nylon fabric, like a bunch of small and delicate fireworks, blooming silently.All thoughts were lost, she knelt on the ground to reflect on her mistakes, and suddenly remembered the girl who cut her wrists outside the operating room, and she wanted to imitate her.She opened the suitcase, found a fruit knife, and tested the blood vessels on her wrist. She couldn't tell what was a vein and what was an artery, so the sword randomly aimed at a dark blue blood vessel, but she couldn't do it.She is afraid of blood and pain, and she doesn't want to die at all.However, she didn't know how to punish herself better than death.Later, she concentrated on cleaning the suitcase, gritted her teeth, and wanted to cry, but she couldn't make a sound.The hatred in her heart swallowed the sorrow, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Pang bought her the suitcase in Europe, so she kicked the suitcase viciously, get out, you are the bitch.

She was still drowsy at noon the next day, and the hotel front desk called and asked her if she needed to stay in the room.She said in a daze, don't ask me, ask Mr. Pang.The other party said that Mr. Pang has settled the bill, and he will not bear the room fee from today.She woke up, held the phone in a daze for a long time, and cursed.The other party said, why is this lady swearing at others?She yelled into the phone, who is interested in scolding you?I called the person whose surname is Pang, and your surname is not Pang, so it's none of your business! She was reluctant to live in such an expensive hotel at her own expense. She remembered that someone from the Grain Bureau called the horse department's godfather. passed.She called the Horse Department, but the cell phone number was empty, and she called his office, and a woman answered the phone. At first, she was polite, and asked who she was from the Horse Department, and she said it was her goddaughter.The woman sneered, who is a goddaughter?He has many daughters, which one are you?She reluctantly said, singing, Miss Bai!The woman asked, where are you singing?Night Paris, Palm Springs, California sunshine? 24K Club?She noticed that the atmosphere in the horse department's office was a bit abnormal, and she was speculating about the current situation of the horse department, when she heard the sound of papers being turned over on the other end of the phone, Miss Bai, did you take the BMW from our bureau?She couldn't react for a while, why can't I understand what you are saying?How can I get a car from your bureau?The woman was silent, and continued to flip through the paper, and apologized to her after flipping through it for a while, I'm sorry, I found it, it wasn't Miss Bai, it was the BMW that Ms Huang was holding.In the end, the woman finally got back to the point and pointed her out, you want to find a horse?Go to the Commission for Discipline Inspection to find him, he is under double regulations, now only the Commission for Discipline Inspection knows where he is.

She froze for a moment, and quickly hung up the phone.Think back to the nightclub girls' prophecy to Ma Chu was fulfilled, Ma Chu would have an accident sooner or later, and he had to be hired as soon as possible.On the other side of the horse, it really can't be relied on.That Ms. Huang, is that the girl from Northeast China who is the lobby foreman in Ye Paris?I usually like to talk about ideals and read about Qiong Yao.It can be said that the real person does not show his face, she got a few pairs of leather shoes and a bottle of perfume from the horse department, and Ms. Huang actually drove away the horse's BMW car.

Accommodation was the top priority, she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself, and she didn't have the heart to rejoice for herself, so she deleted the number of Ma Chu from her phone, and the name of another godfather, Director Yang, popped up.Director Yang is the leader of a foundation and a frequent visitor to Paris Night. When he comes, she must accompany him to sing "Fight Hard to Win" in Hokkien.This man has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and he spends a lot of money on the scene, but unfortunately he is a bit dirty. If he takes advantage of his money, he will definitely take advantage of your flesh.She found Director Yang's business card, and vaguely saw two hairy hands growing out of the business card, one hand was attacking her chest, the other hand was about to move, ready to attack her buttocks, so she dialed Director Yang's Phone, subconsciously tightened his body, protecting his chest.Director Yang's phone was unblocked, but he only uttered hello, and there was no further text.He thought he hung up the phone, but she clearly heard Director Yang evaluating himself to someone, this lady is very troublesome, she has nothing good to do with me, so ignore her!Director Yang must be in an entertainment place, and she heard the familiar accompaniment music of "Strive to Win" from a distance away.She was very angry, and cursed at the phone, go fight, fight to death you old pervert! She walked around the room a few times, and calculated the social network she had left in this city. It seemed that there were a lot of people, but in fact it was as thin as a gossamer, and it would break if touched.She decided to give up the hotel for the time being, packed up hastily, and dragged her suitcase to check out.The receptionist seemed to know her identity, and looked at her with a somewhat disdainful look.When she was in a bad mood, she would count pennies and pennies, patted the table and said, seeing you is not happy, you still look down on others?Why are you dressed like a flock of crows?This is a hotel, not a funeral home.Seeing the ladies standing there in a daze, she still didn't vent her anger, she curled her lips and said, I'm not used to living in your hotel!The hardware is not good, and the software is not good. It is still six stars away from five stars. The city was so familiar, but she lost her way and couldn't make up her mind where to go.The road leading to Mr. Pang was originally a remote path, and it was impossible to walk. She was mentally prepared. The little light of Mr. Pang was already weak, but she accidentally wiped it out with her own hands, which made her despair What is more important is another fact: her world is so narrow, one impulse, one journey, this world has come to an end. There was a taxi waiting in front of the hotel. The driver leaned out the window, glanced at her legs, and asked, where is Miss going?She said, wait for a while, don't think about it.The driver asked again, the train station or the airport?There is a traffic jam at the train station every day, so leave early.She became angry, and sternly said to the driver, my old lady didn't go anywhere, but stood here, is this your place?can't i standThe driver smiled, retracted his head into the car, the car started, she heard his voice of revenge, then you stand on the street, you ladies, you are used to standing on the street anyway. She stood on the street thinking about the next step in her life.The next step in life is actually very cramped.The thought of going back to the south was just a flash, and she didn't want to go anywhere.The fetus is still in her womb, the matter is not over, and she does not admit defeat.She is angry.She does not forgive.She wants to compete.For the sake of an ambiguous future, she is not going to let Mr. Pang go like this. Opposite is Paris Night, and there is a dressing room on the eleventh floor, which was once shared by her and other people.Iron-clad camps and flowing soldiers, she left, and Ye Paris's business became more and more prosperous.Someone is changing the posters in the glass window, a new foreign band has arrived, a group of men and women and a coconut grove are standing in the window in a flashy manner.She couldn't see the female lead singer's face clearly, and wanted to know if she was pretty, so she crossed the road and first asked the guy who changed the poster, Xiaobo, do you still know me?The young man looked at her, scratched his head and said, her face was familiar.Is it Mary or Ruth?She guessed that he was no longer recognized by others, so she knocked on the window and asked, which country's band is it?Answer: From the Philippines.She smiled contemptuously, and I assumed it was Filipino too.She glanced at the poster again, and made a vicious comment on the heavily made-up female lead singer, she looked like a female ape, she didn't stay in the forest, she came here to make money! She walked along the sidewalk in the direction of the Palace of Workers' Culture.Thinking about it, I still need to find Lao Ruan. The guest house of the Workers' Cultural Palace was contracted by Lao Ruan. Although the guest house where Lao Ruan lived was shabby, at least it didn't cost money.After making up her mind, she felt wronged for herself, why is fate always unfair to her?Why is her choice always wrong?When can life repay what life owes her?She is like a restless fish, thinking she has swum far, but finally discovers that everything is an illusion, swimming around, still unable to escape the city's fishing net. The new high-rise buildings in our city have swallowed her shadow, and a huge and dense fishing net is always ready to indulge her or salvage her.There was a strange fishy smell faintly exuding from her body.No, she is not as good as a fish, the fish has the sea, and her sea, the sea has dried up.