Shanghai Qiaoyun saw that Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't pounce on her like other men, which made her very surprised. In her eyes, as long as a man saw her, there was no difference. They were all shocked first, and then their eyes were full of desire. A gentle man would talk to you about life and reason, but the lust contained in his eyes couldn't be concealed.
And Zhang Xiaoqiang behaved very strangely in front of her. Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes didn't have desire, nor did he have the disgust of homosexual men. On the contrary, when Zhang Xiaoqiang first saw her, he was also fascinated by her beauty. But after that, the admiration in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes turned into vigilance. What was he guarding against?
She was just a little woman who was struggling to survive. She just wanted to use her capital to earn a strong man who could provide for her and protect her. If she could, she also wanted this man to send her to that place.
Of course, Shanghai Qiaoyun couldn't understand. When Zhang Xiaoqiang first saw her, he was also very fascinated by her. But now he was still a small figure. He didn't have the consciousness of ruling the world and sleeping with beautiful women. For him, as long as he could live secretly, find a few women he liked and have a bunch of children, it was enough. His goal was not big, he also didn't think that he had any protagonist halo.
"What can you do?
What abilities do you have? "
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Shanghai Qiaoyun's forehead and asked as if he was sleepwalking. In his heart, he was thinking about how to get rid of her. His small temple couldn't accommodate this Heavenly Devil Siren.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't even want to know her identity and origin. For him, he and this woman were not the same kind of people.
When Shanghai Qiaoyun heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's question, what else could a man want except a woman's body? Was her capital not enough?
Was she not beautiful?
Was her skin not delicate and smooth enough?
Since realizing her greatest capital, Shanghai Qiaoyun didn't study hard anymore. She worked tirelessly to learn how to become a woman who could make a man fall head over heels.
She practiced manners at home every day. Sometimes, in order to practice walking, her ankles were bruised by high heels. She learned all kinds of social etiquette. Her family was not well off, but she tried to collect these information through different channels. She learned to control her expression in front of the mirror, making her frown and smile full of charm. Sometimes she practiced until her cheeks were so sore that she couldn't eat.
Even in the coldest winter, she took a cold shower, feeling the icy cold water glide over her delicate skin. The sound of her teeth chattering made her hair stand on end. The cold water was like a sharp knife cutting her body. All of this was because she didn't have the money for beauty care. She went to learn all kinds of dance moves and endured the dance teacher who had a face full of pimples taking advantage of her. Seeing the disgusting pimples on his face made her want to vomit, but in order to save some money, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
What was it for this time?
It was not for her to live a better and luxurious life, nor for vanity. It was not to be able to go to luxurious parties like a superior.
She was a woman with ambition. This was nothing to her. It was not like she had never eaten porridge and eaten pickles.
She was only doing this for her own mother, the mother who always hid the tiniest bit of delicious food, the mother who smiled and put it in her hands after school, the mother who was always reluctant to change into new clothes, the mother who dressed her daughter up beautifully in old clothes that had been washed white, the mother who fanned her to drive away mosquitoes in the middle of the night in summer.
She had a good mother, but she didn't have a good father. She vaguely remembered that her mother was beautiful when she was young. She was more beautiful than a fairy in a painting. She didn't know when her mother became so old. She didn't know why her father, who looked like a ruffian and liked to drink, liked to beat her mother. Was her mother not virtuous enough?
For the sake of this family, she had aged twenty years more than the women of her age.
Seeing her mother grow old day by day, her heart felt like it was slowly being cut by a blunt knife. She became more and more sensible. She was always in the top three in her studies and always performed better. She wanted to make her mother proud. Until one night, her father panted heavily and climbed into her bed with bloodshot eyes. She was frightened and let her father tear her clothes.
The mother who was always careful in front of her husband, the mother who didn't dare to make a sound every time she was beaten by her drunk husband, came. She rushed over. She was like a furious lioness, picking up a chair and slapping it on the back of that beast of a father. How could her old mother be a match for that man?
Her mother was beaten badly by him. When he turned around and wanted to violate her again, her mother crawled out of the door and screamed like a madwoman. The man who was called father was sent to prison. She was 13 years old at that time.
She could never forget that night, nor could she forget the harm her mother suffered in order to protect her. When she was in high school, she found that countless male students sent her love letters and invited her to go out to play. Those male teachers, regardless of their age, gathered in front of her and took the initiative to teach her. However, their eyes were always fixed on her neckline. When she saw that the female students at school always looked at her with jealousy, she understood. She knew what to do to make her mother live a better life.
She did it. The son of the richest boss in J City was attracted to her. That notorious playboy was infatuated with her. She successfully married him and controlled him tightly. All of his energy could only be gathered around her. Her mother also moved to a luxurious villa. There was a professional doctor to nurse her body, there were servants to take care of everything for her, and she accompanied her to relieve her boredom. Everything became perfect until the outbreak of the virus. After the apocalypse, she wandered from place to place.
She used her wealth to charm those men to death. When she saw those men charging into the zombie horde for her, her heart was filled with joy. She thought that she could live a good life in the apocalypse. She had the capital, and all the men around her wanted to have sex with her. However, they were all easily dealt with by her. Seeing those men fight to the death just to get a look of gratitude from her, she felt that she was a goddess, and the men were just slaves that she could trample on.
Until she met Brother Long, she finally understood the cruelty of the apocalypse. Brother Long's tyranny, cruelty and heartlessness. She was very confident in her looks, and thought that she would be able to rank in the top 3 in this small J City. However, when she saw the twins, she started to feel jealous. The twins were even prettier than her, and when the two sisters stood together, the strong contrast caused her temperament that she had trained so hard to be suppressed.
When the twins were eaten by the zombies, she was at the side. When she saw the sisters that were purer than a spring, more radiant than the sun being torn to shreds, she felt suffocated. She no longer had any thoughts of conquering Brother Long. Towards Brother Long, she was only filled with fear.
Brother Long did not care about them at all, and the number of times he wanted them was not many. Especially after he only wanted her once, he did not care about her anymore. Brother Long loved to humiliate them, making them kneel on the floor like a dog and eat the food on the plate. He made them bite each other for fun, and even made them play with each other.
At first, she thought that Brother Long was a man who loved power over women, until she discovered his secret. Every time, Brother Long would bring a plate of food to the top floor. The top floor was a forbidden area for women, and Brother Long never allowed them to go up. Until one time, when Brother Long forgot to lock the door. 'If I want to conquer him, I have to understand him first.'
With such a thought, Shangguan Qiaoyun sneaked up to the platform. There was a small room on the platform, and the door was locked. She peeked through the window and saw a shocking scene.
The furnishings in the house were simple, with a bed and a chair taking up the space. A delicate and pretty boy was sleeping under the blanket. He was not sleeping well, and his legs were exposed. When she discovered the boy's identity, she covered her mouth in shock. Brother Long was a pervert!
Ever since she discovered Brother Long's secret, she had been living in fear. Until this time, when Brother Long gave her away, she knew that her chance had come. She tried her best to show off in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, even if it was like a prostitute. She just wanted to leave Brother Long, the further the better. She wanted to grasp this opportunity. Zhang Xiaoqiang was a man, and as long as he was a man, she would have a way to deal with him.
When she stood in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, she suddenly realized that Zhang Xiaoqiang was not tempted by her. When Zhang Xiaoqiang asked her what she knew, she was dumbfounded. She had graduated from high school, and other than seducing men, what else did she know?
At this moment, her emotions were complicated. She had suffered so much in the past, and suffered so much. Now, as long as she met a man who was not tempted by her, she would be useless. Brother Long was like that, and so was Zhang Xiaoqiang.
She did not know how to reply. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at Shangguan Qiaoyun and found it funny. It turned out that these high and mighty beauties were just pillows, filled with grass. In the past, he could not even lift his head in front of these idiots?
"I know how to wash clothes, I know how to cook, and I, I know how to serve men!"
Shangguan Qiaoyun recalled that when she was studying, she had helped her mother with the household chores. She had learned many things, and now, she blurted them out. She did not know what Zhang Xiaoqiang was thinking, and was afraid of this man who was not tempted by her.