My dear lawyer

William felt that what he held in his hand was not a soft fruit, but a ball of dead flesh without feeling. He had no feelings in his heart. His first reaction was to let go.

He didn't care whether Angie would be embarrassed or not, he directly turned around, and her sharp eyebrows twisted together. His cold voice said without emotion, "Angie, it's too late. You'd better put on your clothes and go back." "Honey, what are you talking about?" Angie's face was stiff for a moment, and her voice became a little tight. What does he mean? He called her to come and go again?

Isn't he the one who asked her to come?

"Put on your clothes." William repeated it impatiently. No, he didn't feel right at all. It was really an unwise choice for him to let Angie come here.

He was really mad by Vivian, so he would do such a thing.

Now it seemed that he had no reaction to any other woman except that hateful woman.

Angie's face was a little distorted, but she quickly concealed it. She looked at the man's upright and strong back, and she had drunk a glass of wine before, and there was a burst of courage and impulse in her heart.

She lifted her hand to her back, and her thin underwear fell on the ground. Her eyes flashed with determination, and she put her hand around the man's strong narrow waist.

She stuck her bosoms directly on the man's shirt, like a poor little white rabbit, constantly rubbing and squirming on his body.

She pathetically said, "William, don't refuse me, OK? You don't know how excited I am when I hear you call me. William, I really love you."

No man could resist the temptation of her, so he couldn't resist the temptation of her.

Angie was more aggressive, and her hand reached the man's belly.

Before she touched his belt, she was caught by a strong hand. William's voice was cold and deep. Because he had called her, he didn't say anything that made her too embarrassed.

But his patience had worn out, "Angie, I'm not in the mood today."

So, you can go.

Angie was rejected for the second time. Even if she had the courage, her face could not help turning pale. She was also a favored girl. She was repeatedly rejected by her beloved man. She also collapsed. She sobbed, "Why can't you accept me? What's wrong with me? Do you still love that bitch in your heart?"

A trace of cold dark light flashed in William's eyes, he released her hand, and slowly turned around, like a king who looked down on everything, coldly looked at her poor look with tears in her eyes. "Bitch? Who told you to say that about her?"

Hearing Angie said that Vivian was a slut, his anger was ignited.

Angie was a little scared. When she heard that William was still defending the slut, she could no longer control her emotions and exclaimed, "Vivian is a bitch. If she is not a bitch, why did she seduce you? If it is not her, how can you refuse me?" She put all her mistakes on Vivian. It seemed that only in this way could she feel comfortable in her heart and feel that she was not wrong at all. The wrong person was Vivian, that bitch.

William was supposed to be her boyfriend, wasn't he? That damned woman was to blame for all of these.

"I refuse you, but it has nothing to do with her, just because I don't want to touch you." William looked at Angie with his cold eyes. He seemed to be looking at an unimportant person. Is Vivian lying with John at the moment?

There was a tearing pain in his chest as long as he thought about it.

"Why, William, don't you love me anymore? Don't you say we can start again?" Angie couldn't accept such words, she really loved the man in front of her, but why couldn't he see her virtues?

Is it that as long as that bitch disappears, he can see her own pay?

She was really not reconciled.

William looked at the woman's naked body, and his eyebrows were tight. However, it was him that made her think about this. He bent over to pick up her clothes and put them on her body. A trace of intolerance flashed in his eyes, "Angie, it is still too fast." Angie was shocked by William's sudden tenderness. She was holding a skirt in her hand and her tears fell down. William still cared about her, didn't he? Otherwise, according to his personality, how can he pick up clothes for her? But why did he refuse herself again? Thinking about her behavior just now, she quickly pretended to be sorry and said, "William, don't be angry with me. I don't want to scold her. I just care about you too much."

"Put on your clothes and go back first." William had drunk a lot of wine before Angie came, and now he was a little tired, but he could still keep sober. He just wanted to have a good rest after she left.

Angie saw William's exhaustion between in his eyes, and she slowly put the clothes back on her with tears, "William, I'll go back first."

William said nothing.

Angie had to go back to the door, hoping to see a trace of reluctance in the eyes of the man. But when she got to the door, she still didn't see anything. Finally, she couldn't help crying and ran away.

After waiting for Angie to leave, the sympathy in his eye gradually turned to ice. If he didn't have to carry out the task, he really didn't want to...

Well, the line of Angie couldn't be broken.

William's symptoms of cleanliness addiction began to show. He raised his hand without much effort and broke the buttons on his shirt one by one. He took the shirt off and directly threw it away in the garbage can. By the way, he also threw the cup she touched. The smell of the air became boring to him.

In order to wash away the other smell from his body, William soaked in the bathroom for an hour before he came out. He wiped the water casually, put a towel around his waist and came out, instead of lying in bed directly.

He stood beside the window, drew out a cigarette from the cigarette box, and lit it silently. The curling smoke rose slowly at his fingertips.

The moon was covered by thick clouds, leaving only a little yellow light. It refracted from the window, cast on his cold face, adding a cold breath.

In the dark, there was only a trace of blue smoke, and that little bit of flickering spark, accompanying his lonely figure.

Until the smoke in his hand burned out, William did not make any action, he just raised his hand to press the cigarette butt out in the window sill, and turned indifferently back to the house.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐