Xiangguang meets you

Chapter 50 Your Hobbies
Wen Nianbai was half-stiffened by his cold and wet breath.

He obviously didn't touch her with a single hair, but she felt that every inch of her skin, every cell was clamped by him in his breath and shadow.

She subconsciously disliked every word of his theory, but she still didn't know how to organize the logic to refute it.

His theory, from a certain point of view, sounds unassailable.

First of all, emotion is denied, which is indeed the most disordered thing in human beings, and it also implies the basic principle in life that the economic base determines the superstructure.

"You are really a staunch supporter of Machiavellianism." Wen Nianbai sighed.

Bai Cang suddenly stroked her shadow on the sofa, his white fingertips stroked the curve of the shadow little by little, as if he was stroking some delicious food, and said casually——

"Correction, I am indeed a supporter of machiavellianism, but I never exploit others. I have always upheld the principle of fair exchange. What I ask for others will naturally bring the same benefits to the other party. You should be very clear about this."

Wen Nianbai didn't pay attention to his strange movements, but only looked at his job: "...Yes, I know, boss, you are very generous."

And it is quite generous and fair. It is indeed a good thing to work for him, although the mental pressure is a bit heavy.

but……

She frowned slightly: "I just think that liking someone, simply liking... Where is there so much rationality and theory?"

"Ha..." Bo Cang suddenly laughed again in her ear, and said coolly——

"Aren't you a typical case? You lost your reason for your feelings and gave everything. In the end, if it wasn't for having a good job and earning skills, including social resources like Jin Lu..."

He withdrew his hand stroking her shadow, stared at her, and took another sip of his wine: "Even if you have a job, as long as you are a little weaker, you will become a victim of being exploited and exhausted. Slaughter."

Wen Nianbai paused, although she felt very uncomfortable, but a trace of confusion flashed in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, she pursed her soft lips tightly and did not speak.

Just because she couldn't deny the correctness of what he said just now, every word in that sentence was correct.

In particular, what Chen Yu said about how to deal with the "daughter-in-law" that the elders don't like, and the theory of instigating the relationship between husband and wife, as well as Lu Mingsi's weak and cold performance, are all confirming his words.

If she doesn't have a better job, if she really believes in Lu Mingsi's 'love', and commits herself to him with humiliation, after getting married, she quits her job and stays away from her friends.

Then in the end, she will probably become a woman with a blurred face, a shapeless figure, and a numb childbearing woman.

I no longer have myself in my life, and become a market woman who cares about a few cents for food, endures harshness from her in-laws, or is noisy.

but……

"I'm unlucky. Not everyone is like this. My parents' marriage is doing well..." She held back for a long time, and ate all the meat skewers in her hand.

Bai Cang narrowed his eyes, and a mocking arc appeared on his delicate lips: "Yes, not everyone is like this. They always talk about managing marriage and emotions, but the word "management" appears in the field of emotional marriage as well as in the field of business. ...."

He looked at her and asked with a smile: "So a marriage that has all the essence of a commercial company's operations but has no specific contract terms is a gamble on the luck of everyone's life? It's like Russian roulette, guess how much you lose, or win many?"

Wen Nianbai silently stared at the garlic oysters in the bowl, suddenly he lost his appetite: "...."

Gambling is such a thing, you lose more than you win.

She thought for a long time, but she was still powerless to refute. His theoretical system sounded too reasonable, but...

She lowered her almond eyes: "I don't have a rigorous theoretical system to refute your words. I respect your opinion, but I..."

She paused, then said calmly: "I still keep some of my own opinions. Knowing the world but not the world is my view on love."

Bai Cang looked down at her, and the little woman in front of her was drooping her slender eyelashes, trying to hide the persistence in her eyes so that he could not see her.

Under the spotlight, his amber eyes flickered dimly: "Your innocence is delicious..." In Western occultism, the incarnation images of demons are mostly sheep, and innocent old maids should also be their favorite. food."

Old... spinster? ? ?
The corners of Wen Nianbai's eyes twitched instantly, his heart exploded, and he suddenly raised his eyes to stare at him: "What... how do you know I am...."

The word "old maid" was abruptly swallowed by her.

She suddenly remembered that when Jin Lu put her shoulders on her shoulders when she first entered the bar, she sold her as an old maid to Bai Cang, and when he was still at a disadvantage, he walked in front of her!
It wasn't her illusion that he turned his head suddenly, but his strange expression was because...he heard it all! !
In an instant, she felt a wave of heat rising from her toes to her forehead: "You you you...."

Bo Cang drank his wine glass and said flatly, "Group Leader Jin shouted so loudly, I don't think it's easy not to hear."

As he said that, he looked at her again, and said inexplicably: "Don't be shy, everyone has their own hobbies."

"Hobby, what a weird hobby! My hobby is not being an old maid, I mean... no... that's what it means, anyway...!"

Wen Nianbai stood up abruptly, and she took a step closer to Bo Cang who was on the sofa, her big almond eyes with soft lines were annoyed, but she couldn't express her words.

At the same time, the door of the box was suddenly pushed open, and a waiter poked his head out and stared at them: "Do you need anything?!"

Wen Nianbai was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Ah, we didn't call for service...."

The waiter glanced at her and Bai Cang, and showed a formulaic smile: "Okay, I'll be waiting at the door to come in and serve you at any time."

With that said, he backed out again.

"???"

Wen Nianbai became more and more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, why is this waiter so strange?
He was full of unchosen polite service words, but his tone made no secret that he would watch them at the door, always vigilant.

"There are only you and me in the box, and there is no singing. The waiter is probably afraid that we will do business directly in the box." Bai Cang took a sip of his wine calmly.

work?

"What are you doing... cough cough cough cough!" Wen Nianbai didn't react for a while, but he was almost choked to death by his own saliva in the next second.

The 28-year-old spinster is also half-familiar, and she is not stupid, so she immediately realized what it meant to "do things directly in the box".

The waiter actually stayed alone in the box with Bo Cang for doing that kind of sex thing, does she look so shameless?!

Wen Nianbai turned his back instantly, coughing wildly from choking.

Bai Cang watched her cough until almond eyes were covered with mist of tears, and her soft and tender cheeks were about to bleed, as if she was about to cough to death.

He rested his forehead on his side, and laughed innocently and cheerfully "hehehe", "You should know that this kind of thing has happened in KTV or clubs."

"Vice President Bai...!" Wen Nianbai couldn't help shouting angrily, but found that his voice had become hoarse and sticky due to coughing.

Calling Bai Cang like this sounds inexplicably ambiguous, but rather coquettish.

She immediately stopped talking, and took a big gulp of beer resentfully.

Your uncle, forget about laughing at your uncle.

Listening to her annoyed and annoyed voice, calling himself hoarsely and stickily, Bai Cang squinted his eyes, and handed her a tissue: "Wipe the drool."

Wen Nianbai took it over and rolled his eyes angrily: "Thank you, you look very hungry, you don't have to keep talking if you eat some grilled oysters!"

Have something to eat, can you just shut your old mouth?

"I like grilled oysters with garlic so much, do you want to order more?" He raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

Wen Nianbai said angrily: "I'm full, thank you."

Bai Cang nodded, and took a sip of whiskey: "Well, eat less, your health will be vigorous."

Wen Nianbai: "...."

Boss, you understand again!
So, now you are Schrödinger's Bai Cang again, is the evil spirit in your face unstoppable?
She drank beer, and fought back with a half smile: "Yes, I don't need a strong yang, but it's not like you need it, eat more."

Bai Cang raised his eyebrows, his eyes were smiling, and he was fearless: "How do you know I need it? Have you tried it?"

　Machiavellianism is the tendency of individuals to use others to achieve their own goals.Known for advocating that ends can be achieved by any means, Machiavellianism has become synonymous with tactics and strategy
　　
　
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