"Why did she suddenly come back? Didn't Mr. Mak say he doesn't have a wife? "
"It's been three years. There hasn't been any news from her for three years. Her husband and child almost ended up on the streets. Why did she suddenly come back?"
"Could it be that she heard Mr. Mak made a fortune, so she came back on her own accord?"
"A woman like her can only be a vain woman. How can she be worthy of our Mr. Mak?"
Vivian sat in the carriage and muttered to herself.
If she didn't have classes this afternoon, she would have rushed to Mamy's to see what that woman looked like.
This feeling was like a candy that she had been craving for for a long time. Just as she was about to touch it, it was suddenly snatched away by someone.
It was too unbearable!
She had even thought about how to hold Luna's wedding. She could even be the bridesmaid and freeload every day. She couldn't be happier.
In the end, Mr. Mak's wife came back.
The woman who had never appeared at Mamy's, the woman who had given little Amy her adorable looks, came back.
"If Luna hears this news, she will be very sad, right?" Vivian couldn't help but worry.
Although she didn't say it, how could Vivian not see that her best friend had special feelings for Mr. Mak?
Whenever she looked at him, her eyes would light up.
Whenever she talked about him while chatting, she would unconsciously blush.
This was clearly a love that couldn't be hidden, but every time she saw him, she would be serious and keep a distance.
Now that Mr. Mak's wife came back, what should she do?
"No! I can't let Luna know about this for now. I'll go check it out tonight and see what kind of woman she is, "Vivian thought to herself.
…
"What's there to miss in this world … Why don't I just stab myself to death …"
Cynthia banged her head on the desk, making a loud thud.
"Ouch … It hurts!"
She quickly covered her forehead and straightened up. Rubbing her forehead with reddened eyes, she said angrily, "Is there no way to die more comfortably in this world?"
At this time, it had only been an hour since her death. She calmly returned to her home, thinking that she could calmly let this matter go.
But …
However, as she sat in front of her desk and looked at the erotic words that she had just written on the paper last night, those "Boss Mag" were like knives stabbing her wounds that had just healed and scabbed up again.
"This is too shameful! How am I going to face people in the future … "
Cynthia covered her face and shed tears of shame.
The more pleasure he had last night, the more shameful he felt now.
As a veteran of small H novels, she thought that she had long lost her sense of shame.
However, it wasn't until today that she realized how wrong she was. What she lost was not her sense of shame, but the blurring of the boundary between reality and imagination.
Once someone clearly displayed this boundary in front of her and dealt her a blow in reality, it would be a blow to her heart.
The sense of shame multiplied several times in an instant.
After all, no matter how much she wrote on paper, it couldn't hide the fact that she was still an ignorant young girl in reality.
She had only been lucky enough to observe the positions that she had skillfully used on paper in a picture book.
"Is the Northwest Lone Wolf home?!"
"It's time to hand in the manuscript today! Hand in the manuscript quickly! "
"The blade is at the door! If I don't see the manuscript tonight! I'll call someone to tear down the house! "
At this moment, there was a fierce knock on the door, followed by a manic voice.
Cynthia immediately shut up and tilted her head to listen for movement outside the door. After a while, when she was sure that there was no sound outside, she slowly stood up and gently opened the door.
There was a knife stuck in the door, emitting an eerie aura.
"What grudge? Didn't I just delay the manuscript for half a month? Is there a need to use a knife?" Cynthia reached out and grabbed the knife, using a lot of strength to pull it out of the door.
The Northwest Lone Wolf was her pen name. As an author who cared about her reputation, she didn't want people to know that the author of these stories was actually a beautiful and cute girl.
Over the years, the pen name "Northwest Lone Wolf" had become somewhat famous in the circle.
However, as an author who was lazy … indifferent and obsessed with sleeping, her output wasn't high, and procrastinating had become a normal occurrence.
Because of this, the magazine company that she signed with actually sent an editor to supervise her submission of the manuscript.
From the very beginning, she used gentle food to seduce her. Later, she used coercion and bribery. Now, she directly attacked her and stabbed her in the back. She couldn't figure out how that gentle fat sister had become like this step by step.
"Clang."
Cynthia entered the door and casually threw the knife into the basket behind the door, making a crisp sound when it collided with the full number of knives inside.
Over the years, when she didn't have money to eat, she relied on selling blades to get through the most difficult period.
"What do I do now? I can't face this article at all. I can't face the words' Mr. Mak 'anymore … "Cynthia sat back at the desk and looked at the paper in front of her with a twisted expression.
The story of the pure love between Little Xin and Mr. Mak had just reached the climax and was about to come to an end. Next, Mr. Mak would marry Little Xin, and the two of them would live a shameless life together.
Being shameless was the main point. She could write tens of thousands of words here.
But that was about as far as it went.
Although the editor repeatedly said that the story was selling well and asked her to find a way to extend it, as an author with integrity, she was ready to end it.
But now … she felt that she couldn't finish the last few thousand words.
As soon as she picked up the pen, the strong sense of shame made her scalp tingle.
She sat at the desk for an hour, and just as she was about to pack up and run away, a light flashed in her mind.
"Yes, the lady boss is back … The lady boss is back … Then I can steal it!"
Cynthia felt a sudden electric current in her mind, and the sense of shame and the hole in her brain began to fight fiercely.
Originally, the plot should have ended there, but if the lady boss suddenly returned at this time, it would be tantamount to increasing the intensity of the story.
Who would Mr. Mak choose?
Of course it would be the lady boss. She was so beautiful, elegant, and had a great body!
That was how it was in reality …
But … wasn't it to change reality?!
Even if she couldn't beat him directly, she could steal it.
This was a shameful book, and any setting that could increase the sense of shame was a good setting.
The beautiful lady boss was back, and it was inevitable that she would do it with Mr. Mak. Here was another 10,000 words.
After doing it, Mr. Mak thought of Little Xin, that cute girl. After a struggle between heaven and earth, he chose to meet her secretly on a rainy night …
This … was amazing!
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