Chapter 4 — Hidden Mission: Take Me Back to Be My Wife

I immediately sent 10 "poor face about to cry" emojis. Yet he still did not waver! Luong Hong: 【You still have the strength to joke with me, it seems like you're fine.】 Well, I'm serious, who said it was a joke? I rolled up my sleeves, prepared to increase my firepower, determined to clearly show my will to see the picture. Luong Hong: 【Okay, be good. Tomorrow I'll send another photo of my chest muscles.】 I immediately knelt down and slid to the floor like a fan girl meeting her bias: Me: 【Yes! You're super good!!】 I took the opportunity to "promote" more: 【So tomorrow will you be able to see a photo of your chest muscles wearing a small gold metal clip, in the middle there is also a chain connecting the two sides, it looks a little kinky and kinky? (poor face)】 Luong Hong: 【…Let's see what your attitude is.】 Tsk! This guy... no one has ever taught him, but he's so good, isn't he? Know my weaknesses perfectly. But hmm— You want to seduce me with such a trick? Faced with unhealthy temptation, I will definitely choose... Me: 【YES!!】 Give more, give more, give more! 7. From that day on, it was like he turned on a new switch. Every day I think of all kinds of ways to take pictures of my muscles and send them to me. At first, the shooting technique was... very weak, relying entirely on the body to "save everything". But under my constant training, his photography skills improved significantly. Even with just a simple suggestion, he can come up with all kinds of styles and take all kinds of angles. Soon, without my detailed instructions, the photos he sent became more and more... blushing and heart-pounding, "sexy but as if unintentional". Two months later — the level of photography has approached the hot boys who livestream half a season on Douyin and Xiaohongshu. The best thing is: every photo is exactly my style. It's like trying to please. No matter how stupid I am, I still feel that something is not simple. Luong Hong... seems to have feelings for me? But thinking about his career, I worry: What if it's just a "social feeling" and just serving customers? In the end, is it sincere or is it business? I kept thinking and thinking and couldn't figure it out. So he went to his close friend Lam Thanh Thanh to explore. “Let me ask you,” I started, “What if there was a male model who talked to you every day, sent photos of all kinds, but didn't take any money, and even advised you not to spend money on guys?” … Is it true love? Thanh Thanh replied briefly and firmly: "Emotional fraud!" I wasn't willing, so I quickly pulled out my phone: "But... his chest muscles are really big!!" Thanh Thanh finished looking at the photo, pondered for a few seconds - her face immediately changed. "Yeah, why didn't you say it earlier?! If you play like that, how can you lose money?!" She thought for a moment, then added: "Just don't get involved in love. Feelings between men and women are very troublesome." Seeing my hesitation, she immediately rolled her eyes: "Have you forgotten? The last time we broke up, crying because of that cuckold boyfriend, calling me out to drink for three days and three nights, are you still not sober enough?" I felt guilty and rubbed my fingers together. Love once given is like water spilled from a glass, sincerity once given to someone is not easy to get back. No matter how decisively you break up, the emptiness in your heart still needs time to heal. What if you get hurt again? I remembered the terrible days before, and unconsciously shivered. Hastily shook his head: "No love, no love! Just playing!" Lam Thanh Thanh nodded with satisfaction. finally gave up on me. As I left the restaurant, I suddenly stopped and looked back. It seems... just now I passed by a very familiar figure? I squinted my eyes to look back, but now there were only passersby and unfamiliar faces in front of me. This restaurant is where Thanh Thanh and I often meet periodically, and quite a few people we know come to eat. Was it by chance? Or is it intentional? “Uh, what's wrong?” – Thanh Thanh turned his head and asked. I thought for a moment, then took her arm and smiled: "It's nothing." 8. After thinking it through, I didn't hesitate anymore, that night I texted Luong Hong: 【I want to see you.】 Luong Hong: 【Do you want "that" again?】 【Also... almost like that.】 The other person was silent for about half a minute, then suddenly shot out a series of messages like a machine gun: 【Send me the address, I'll come over immediately.】 【Don't move, don't go anywhere, don't do anything!】 【Wait for me 15 minutes.】 【You must wait for me, absolutely don't do anything wrong, you know?!】 Why are you so tense? I promised him I wouldn't call him a random male model anymore... I quickly replied: 【Okay, I'll wait for you.】 Twelve minutes later. He knocked on my door, panting non-stop. He still had a jacket in his hand, and his shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons, revealing his firm chest that was rising and falling with his breathing. While trying to regain his breath, he hastily explained: "The traffic was jammed at the red light for several places, so I had to jog the last part." As soon as he entered the house, he immediately looked at me up and down: "Are you okay? You didn't... didn't do anything naughty, did you?" I assured you many times that nothing was done. Yet he still grabbed my shoulder tightly, pulling me in front of him, his serious eyes like a full-body scanner, scanning every exposed part of my skin. Look closely little by little. After a long while, it was as if he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling violently. Suddenly - his arms tightened, pulling me into his embrace. In an instant, my head was sandwiched between two soft yet firm masses. Aaaaa, so this is what it feels like to bury your face in your chest muscles! I immediately "collapsed", so happy that I couldn't breathe!! Luong Hong whispered softly, his low voice rang from deep in my chest, vibrating in my ears, making my whole body numb: "Do you know how much I worry about you..." My heart softened. I tried to stand on tiptoe to... kiss him affectionately. But... I can't reach it. Me: “……” Luong Hong laughed softly, a bit helplessly. Right after that, he suddenly half knelt down, then picked me up with just one hand. Strong biceps lifted my thighs, placing me gently on the sofa as if I were a precious piece of porcelain. His thumb slowly brushed my lips, bringing with it a vague feeling that made one's heart pound. "Is that Okay?" I nodded. Only then did he lean down and kiss me. The kiss was very light, very controlled, just like a taste, then stopped. After that, he hugged me and leaned sideways on the sofa, as if preparing for a long, serious conversation. “There are some things… I still haven't told you.” "Actually, my mother was like that in the past... because my father had an affair..." In short: A lonely mother, an adulterous father, a broken family, and a helpless little Luong Hong. I can listen to the trauma in my original family Older brother. But— after listening, you know what I want to do next, right? I listened to him tell stories with a very casual attitude, occasionally saying a few "um"s, a few "uh"s for show. When he was about to switch from talking about his parents to telling stories about his own childhood, I finally couldn't bear it anymore. Turn around, pin him down on the chair. Pressed on the tight and firm chest muscles, then covered his mouth with a kiss. What are you talking about? Having energy and not using it where it is needed is such a waste. Luong Hong was helpless, one hand supporting my waist to prevent me from falling, lying still and letting me "suck" for a long time. He asked in a low voice: "Now... you don't want to die anymore?" Me: "Huh? When did you ever want to die?" Wow, why didn't I know about this? Both sides looked at each other... both he and I were bewildered. “I don't want to commit suicide, so why did you hire a killer?” “You hired… A MALE MODEL?!” Cmn... Those censored words really hurt people a lot.