The vicious female supporting role is being protected by the villain boss

Shen Qiqi is not a confident girl. She probably hasn't been since she was a child. If she wants to get attention from others, she will choose to act coquettishly to please her to achieve her goal.

Thinking that she might have tried to please Yu Wanyang just to have a word with him, have a meal, or even get him to accept a gift, Tan Moting felt extremely sad.

Last night, when they were entangled together, he would look into her eyes from time to time. She cried in the middle of the process, her eyes were red, and she begged pitifully for mercy, and occasionally there was a flattering look in her eyes.

When she fell asleep, she huddled in his arms, as if this was the only safe place in the world. At that moment, he knew that she needed him.

She asked him for help from the beginning, but her frightened heart never opened up because she was afraid that the man in front of her would be the same as before, a bastard who treated her as a vase and a tool.

After staring at the phone and hesitating for two minutes, with 800 curse words in his mind, Tan Moting still chose to block the other party.

He might still be harassed, but today was a good day for him, and he didn't want his good mood to be ruined.

When she returned to the hotel room with her clothes, Shen Qiqi was sitting on the sofa eating fried chicken. She had already changed into the same clothes as he was wearing.

The two people's eyes met, and the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward.

"Tan... you're back?" She had taken a shower and sprayed the rose perfume he bought. The air was full of rose fragrance.

Shen Qiqi's hair was half-dried and disheveled. She tucked her hanging hair behind her ears and quickly adjusted her sitting posture to an upright position, "Ah...um...when will we return to Jiangcheng?"

He walked over and lifted up the hem of her T-shirt. She was stunned and dropped the fried chicken in her hand: "Don't... I, I can't do it..." He was already very tired.

Tan Moting glanced at her, his eyes were cold, but then they became gentle, and his eyes returned to the bruises on her waist, where there were several clear fingerprints.

He wanted to reach out and touch it but was afraid of scaring her.

Shen Qiqi heard him ask softly: "Does it hurt?"

She followed his gaze to the small section of exposed white waist and abdomen. The bruise looked shocking, but it didn't actually hurt, so she shook her head.

Tan Moting raised his hand and touched her hair: "You have eaten so much, are you still hungry?"

Shen Qiqi shook his head.

Tan Moting put down his clothes bag and turned to clean up his desk. Shen Qiqi heard him ask: "You rest for a while. After I pack up, we will set off."

"Okay, aren't you going to have dinner?" Shen Qiqi's waist was so weak that she sank into the sofa again. She didn't know when Tan Moting woke up, or when he went to the mall or whether he had eaten.

"I don't care. If you're hungry, just eat and leave."

"I'm not hungry, so I won't eat. If I eat too much, I'll get a headache." Shen Qiqi's voice was muffled, feeling a little depressed for no reason.

She didn't know why he could act so naturally? It was as if spending the night together was as simple to him as getting dressed and eating.

In anger, Shen Qiqi's hands kept pulling on the corner of the pillow, and the remaining oil stains on her hands were also stained. While doing this meaningless action, she looked up at Tan Moting's profile: "Have you ever Many women?”

The movement of organizing documents suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at her with an unclear look: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing else, just asking." For some reason, Tan Moting's look made her panic, "I want to talk to you."

She automatically omitted the title because no matter what she called it, it would be awkward.

"Talk about what?"

"After we talk... how will you and I get along in the future... and so on." Shen Qiqi's voice became weaker and weaker.

I don’t know what Tan Moting thinks. At least for her, last night was not a momentary and absurd act.

What she meant was that Tan Moting wanted to sleep with her, but she didn't resist, and she actually needed a real intimate relationship to confirm her existence in this world.

This is a matter of mutual consent, and if she has to get to the bottom of it, she doesn't mind expressing her feelings. She hopes that this night will make Tan Moting remember the good things between them when he gets tired of her in the future, and give her a chance to survive.

Although she was so insistent on herself and so eager to get rid of the fate of the vicious female supporting role, in the end she still became a beggar on her knees.

But in fact, as long as her destiny can be misaligned by even a millimeter and give her a little bit of living space, she feels that it is not shameful to kneel down and beg for food in order to survive.

After last night, she could no longer regard Tan Moting as a temporary safe haven. Facing a man who had had close contact with her, she could not remain calm for the time being.

From relying on the situation to entangled with the body, this step was too sudden, and she was not ready yet.

"You have doubts about this?" Tan Moting stopped, moved a chair and sat across from Shen Qiqi, "Then let's talk."

Shen Qiqi was flustered for no reason by him: "First of all, what happened last night was an accident." Tan Moting should agree with this, "I don't want it to happen again, like before. After all, there is nothing wrong with us. It doesn’t look appropriate.”

He chuckled and said: "What's not suitable? You obviously enjoy it too, I can feel it-"

"Tan Moting!" Shen Qiqi called him by his full name in anger, "What else do you want from me? You clearly know that I am Shen Qiqi. My surname is destined...it is destined that we cannot be together."

Tan Moting paused for a few seconds: "But we are a serious couple."

He stared at Shen Qiqi, his dedicated eyes seemed to say, we are husband and wife, no outsiders' consent is needed.

"...Your subtext is that you still want to sleep with me?!"

Tan Moting raised his eyebrows slightly. Doesn't that mean it's obvious? Husband and wife should do what they should do as husband and wife.

In the end, the conversation could not continue. Shen Qiqi was so angry that she could not speak. She had too many worries and too many fears. She was not a brave person to begin with. She had not learned to love herself yet. How could she have the energy to do it? If you love someone else, how can you be capable of being his wife?

She admitted that when she was helpless, she grabbed Tan Moting's driftwood, no, she boarded his big ship, but she, she felt that this ship was also dangerous.

Looking at her panicked and frightened eyes, Tan Moting couldn't even blame her for burning bridges. She looked strong, but was actually too fragile.

After cleaning up, Tan Moting went to a convenience store to buy water and food. There was an old woman pushing a cart selling lychees on the street, and Shen Qiqi bought them all.

Tan Moting smiled. He leaned on the car and looked at Shen Qiqi's back as he was busy moving lychees. Those eyes seemed to be saying, look, this is Shen Qiqi. She made messes one after another, but it didn't stop her from feeling sorry for the old man. Or someone else.

It was already six o'clock in the evening when they set off. After getting on the highway, Shen Qiqi sat in the back seat, leaning against the window, eating lychees and drinking juice, and began to edit text messages sent to Tan Moting.