Thunder and roar.
In between the lightning and thunder, there is a quiet night.
Ye Zhenzhen didn’t understand why she was so neurotic and slow like her, and she also had a vague premonition that night. She didn't break the cup, she didn't stumble for no reason, she didn't peel her fingertips.
Later she learned that her sixth sense was also so effective.
She had a lot to say and wanted to tell him all, for fear of missing any detail.
Probably because she talked too much endlessly during those two years, she became so taciturn in the following years that she seemed like a different person.
Ye Zhenzhen didn’t remember when she fell asleep, nor did she know if she was mumbling in her sleep.
The opening and pronouncement of fate will never be notified to the parties in advance.
When she woke up, it was already twelve o'clock at noon, and Wen Baijing's pillow still had his outline and fine wrinkles.
After Ye Zhenzhen finished washing, she went to the restaurant with her phone on her phone. Someone in her circle of friends shared a link.
The title is eye-catching - the third generation of the rich falls in love with a small shop manager, discussing the methods of women in nightclubs.
Ye Zhenzhen felt dizzy for a moment. She sat down holding on to the edge of the table, closed her eyes and clicked on the link, not daring to open her eyes to see it.
The surrounding air was sucked out by the compressor, and the oxygen became thinner and thinner. She was like a fish in a dry lake, forgetting which organ to use to breathe.
The invisible abyss pulled her down rapidly, and the huge boulder pressed on her, knocking her straight to the bottom of the abyss.
The moment of death is a flashback that is more terrifying than death.
What she was holding seemed not to be a mobile phone, but her death notice.
Ye Zhenzhen opened her eyes tremblingly and read word by word, not even daring to miss a single punctuation mark.
In the link, there are the information she filled in when she applied for the IC card when she joined the nightclub, her one-inch bareheaded photo, and her personal identity information including her phone number. These are all simply coded, so acquaintances can tell them at a glance.
There are also uploaded screenshots of IC card punch-in records, so the date and time of work can be seen at a glance.
There is also a photo attached to it. She and Wen Baijing were riding bicycles in Phoenix Lake. The two were walking side by side on the cycling track, wearing black couple's outfits. It was an afternoon in the early autumn of the previous year. They met to go cycling. Two bodyguards wearing sunglasses and dressed casually also came into the picture.
The copy said that a nightclub woman was so clever that she spent two years working her way from clerk to store manager. She deliberately planned to get close to the rich third generation, pretending to leave the nightclub but actually fishing for a big fish in the long run.
There have been nearly 10,000 comments below.
——Damn, you can spend a lot of money to get women these days! If you fail, wouldn't it be a waste of time...
——How could I not say that this person has courage and skill! It took more than two years to get such a freshmanPlay chess, tut tut.
——It is said that women in nightclubs are lazy and lazy. This woman is a breath of fresh air in nightclubs. No wonder the rich third generation was deceived.
——Don’t say that he will be deceived. What the hell, which man can control such a pure-looking and motivated nightclub woman?
——Hahahaha, it turns out that rich people are not all human beings, so you should learn more from those who want to attract women.
——I often go to this place, why haven’t I encountered such a careful butchering plate? It should be said or not, but his beauty is not shallow!
...
She was so invisible to others, and all these years of hard work collapsed into ruins in an instant.
There is no defense. A seemingly innocuous decision made when she was young and ignorant completely destroyed her life three years later. What does it look like to destroy the world and destroy the world? Your body is still alive but you no longer have five senses or six consciousnesses.
The consequences finally matured, just when she thought the future was promising.
It turns out that this is called when the moon is full, it will lose, and when the water is full, it will overflow.
Ye Zhenzhen hugged her arms tightly, raised her head and couldn't stop laughing. Thousands of bright lights were broken in her eyes, and the colorful soap bubbles just burst.
This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading.
How great it would be if she could use her life to atone for her sins! If ten years is not enough, then twenty years is enough. If not, thirty years is fine.
This long life has been wasted since then, and the mistakes are irreversible.
This was the first time in these years that she had been destroyed so completely.
If before today she still had a glimmer of hope and luck, hoping that Tongwen Bai Jing would have a bright future, at this moment she clearly knew that the relationship between them was completely over.
Wen Baijing...
She promised Wen Baijing to meet the poster on Weibo today to clear the mistress's reputation. Unexpectedly, before the stain was washed away in time, a bigger stain came.
The house leaked and it rained all night.
Ye Zhenzhen clicked on Weibo, and the posts revealing that she was a mistress were still there, but the comments had changed the direction.
——Sister, wake up! Where did the picture come from to frame someone up? This woman’s target is Yuncheng Wenjia. Let’s find out who Wen Baijing is!
——Wen Baijing is a truly rich and handsome man. Who is your husband?
——As far as that woman’s ambition is concerned, your husband is not ranked high. If you beg her to be your husband’s mistress, she won’t agree. Hahahaha...
——Sister, do you have any grudge against the Wen family? Wen Baijing is so disgusting, hahaha!
No one was interested in the Weibo posts that said she was a mistress, and more people began to enjoy digging into her privacy.
Before she could close her Weibo comment area, countless people flooded in and left a lot of private messages. likeWhen locusts pass by, their black clouds cover the sky and block out the sun. Wherever they go, they harvest nothing and leave not even a blade of grass behind.
Ye Zhenzhen knew that she should not read messages at this time, so ignoring them was the best way.
But she couldn't help it, and still clicked on those obscene comments.
There were curses, teasing, contempt, disdain, ridicule...
Some even asked her for advice on how to deal with the third generation of the rich? He also said that he would give her a kickback when things were done.
It’s not like no one on Weibo spoke for her.
——Why don’t you give her a chance to change her ways? Does being a nightclub necessarily mean she is a bad person?
——What happened to the nightclub? Didn't steal or rob.
——You all can’t see how the nightclub women are doing!
Ye Zhenzhen clicked on the avatars who spoke for her. Not surprisingly, most of the people who spoke for her were people working in nightclubs.
Are these people really kind? It's just that things hurt other people and they have the same mentality.
Ye Zhenzhen just wants to be a transparent person and live an isolated life in a corner. She couldn't solve all the troubles and had nowhere to escape.
When Ye Mao's call rang, Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to answer it. She guessed that her brother had also seen it.
Ye Zhenzhen stood up and walked far away from the dining table. The ringtone on her cell phone was a "didi-di" countdown bomb.
She looked at the phone screen in panic, holding her head and shrinking, her shoulders and back suddenly collapsed.
How to face Ye Mao? How can she still have the dignity of being the eldest sister?
What outsiders think is important, but what your family and people around you think is even more important. Sooner or later, people who are watching the joke will be attracted by new gossip, but her relatives and friends will never forget it. Every time she is mentioned, it is like pricking a dot on her face.
That was tattoo punishment, one of the five ancient punishments.
They will never forget.
Till death do we rest.