Chapter 32 Our rtionship made me sick


    When Vincent said this, he was gnashing his teeth. Looking at his eyes full of revenge, I suddenly


    became regretful.


    He was a stubborn person. "I shouldn''t have spoken so harshly. I''m asking for it now that I''ve be


    desperate."


    But if I don’t love him, Wasn’t it tiring to pretend to love him very much? If I lie to him to made him


    happy, will he killed my heart one day?


    "Well, what was the third one?" I sighed deeply in my heart. I knew that his rules could only be decided


    by him. Now my goods were in the hands of him, so I could only let it be!


    "The third one..." Vincent looked down at me and stretched his hand under me. My body suddenly


    stiffened. At first, I thought this guy wouldn''t want it. But then he suddenly smiled evilly and said. "It


    seems to get hard again. Settle it for me first before leaving!"


    "Vincent!!!"


    It wasn''t until the sun was shining on the head of the bed that Vincent let me gopletely. Before I


    left, because my clothes are not torn by him. He called someone and asked him to buy me a set of


    clothes.


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    In fact, I hadn’t been working in hispany for long, so I didn’t know clearly what business the


    Vincent family was doing. When the man came to deliver the clothes, I seemed to recognize him. He


    was the president ofmercial buildings in our city. But his business seemed not to be rted to


    Vincent''spany!


    After the man sent the clothes, he exchanged a few words with Vincent and left. It seemed that he still


    respected Vincent, although he was almost as old as my father.


    Vincent took the clothes and threw it to me. Seeing that I seemed to be a little confused, he said to me.


    "This person is the manager of my father''s branch office. We have met several times!"


    "What on earth did your family do?" I asked curiously while putting on my clothes.


    Vincent didn''t seem to care much about his identity, so he casually said. "A lot, anyway, there''s nothing


    to adapt to the market. Real estate, mining industry, hotel, now my father should also be engaged in


    entertainment film and television!"


    I knew that the family was very rich, but I didn''t expect it to be so rich. When I heard what he said, my


    hand paused. Although money couldn''t be used to define people, the world was just made up by rich


    and poor ones.


    Vincent looked at my back wearing clothes and said to mecently. "Now you know that although


    your city is small, it still has my people. If you dare to disobey me, you know the consequences!"


    I pursed my lips helplessly, turned around to re at him, and said in a huff."If you dare touch my


    parents, I will let you know the consequences!"


    Vincent shrugged indifferently and sneered. "That''s great. Let''s restrict each other and don''t cross each


    other''s bottom line. That''s great!"


    "Well, I''m leaving!" I didn''t want to talk to the devil behind me. With one more word, I felt like I was


    about to copse.


    "Wait a minute!"


    Just as I turned around and was about to leave, Vincent, who was behind me, called for me to stop


    again. I thought he was going to stop. I was about to lose my temper when I saw him taking out his


    wallet from the table and stuffing a card and some money to me. "You take the money in this card and


    take the change to get a taxi!"


    I looked at the money and reluctantly did not take it. "I don''t need your money. I have money!"


    "I bought you all your clothes. Where did you get the money?" Vincent probably hated it when he and I


    broke up so clearly, so he was angry and stuffed the money and cards back into my hands. This time,


    he added a threatening tone. "Take it. If you dare to go back, you can have a try. See if I won''t kill you!"


    I pursed my lips. Knowing that I couldn''t persuade him, I had to put the money away. But I still gave the


    card back to him. "This is enough. I don''t want your card!"


    "You!" Vincent was so angry that he was going to be overturned by my principled action. He looked


    down at the credit card on the table again and asked me angrily. "Do you think it''s disgusting to give me


    this thing?"


    "Not disgusting? This is my principle. I took your money and  I was sold out!" I exined to him in a low


    voice.


    This exnation made Vincent even more speechless. He sneered and said angrily. "You don''t want


    my money. It''s better to sell it!"


    "Vincent!" These words hurt a lot. My face suddenly darkened and my tone was a little unpleasant.


    Knowing that I said something wrong, Vincent quickly stood up andforted me. "Okay, okay, I said


    something wrong!"


    After saying that, Vincent walked out of the door and sighed helplessly. "You won''t let me send you


    back. I''m afraid that your parents will see it and you don''t want my money. I really don''t know what to


    do with you!"


    I walked to the door in silence and didn''t exin much to him. Now I just wanted to leave here as soon


    as possible and sneak back when my parents were not paying attention.


    "I''ll go back to City Ster, and you go back with me in the afternoon. I''ll see you in thepany


    tomorrow, okay?"Before leaving, Vincent ordered me with his habitual overbearing tone.


    I turned to look at him and wanted to argue with him. But then I thought about it and decided to forget it.


    The more I said, the more mistakes I made. This guy always had a strong temper. I had better leave


    first.


    "I understand..." Even though I was reluctant, he reluctantly agreed.


    When we got home, I saw breakfast at the entrance of themunity. I got out of the car and bought


    three portions of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then I took these things home and knocked on my


    door.


    Because I came back a littlete, I didn''t expect that my parents were still sleeping in the bedroom


    when I went back. In order to cover up the fact that I didn''t stay homest night. I had to pretend to go


    out early in the morning to buy breakfast so that I could probably blind my parents'' sharp eyes.


    It was my father who opened the door. When he saw me suddenly appear, he was stunned at first, and


    then shouted to my mother inside. "Don''t call the police, she is back!"


    Hearing my dad say. "Call the police!" I knew it was a big deal. Fortunately, I came back a little earlier.


    Otherwise, if my parents did call the police, then I would have be famous in the city.


    I smiled dryly at my father and pretended to know nothing about it. I asked my father."Dad, what are


    you calling the police for? Was there a thief in our house?"