Chapter 9 — My Boyfriend Hates His Nanny's Daughter

Dich Du Ngu looked at my clothes, didn't recognize any brands, and smiled softly: "It's been a long time since I've contacted you anymore. I only heard that you didn't study well and had difficulty graduating. I'm very worried." To Minh Le glanced at her: "People have already graduated with doctorates, do you think everyone is like you?" When graduating from university, Dich Du Ngu's blogging career was very prosperous. Until someone discovered that she faked her school background, leading everyone to think that she and Luc Khue Chi studied at the same prestigious university, but in reality it was the College next door. For a while, fans and passersby continuously cursed her, cursing her for being greedy for fame and profit, and for vain fame. In the end, she had to delete her account. "Which school is that?" Dich Du Ngu hid his surprise and asked one more question. I told him the name of the school. She looked as if she had predicted it: "The school is in Denmark, I've never heard of it. Can you earn money when you go out?" "I really can't earn money." I told the truth, she smiled even more brightly. The air in the house made me nauseous, I got up and went to the bathroom. At the end of the hallway, another party had just ended. People jostled, talked and laughed. I walked close to the wall, but someone pulled my hand back. "After this, you still don't come to find me?" Luc Khue Chi's voice was neither loud nor soft, the love stories between men and women made passersby constantly turn their heads to look. In an instant, I became the focus of everyone. "What has come to this?" I frowned, trying to pull my hand away. "Isn't that right? Otherwise, how can you live until now?" He must have an answer: "If you accept that old man, why can't you accept me?" In the middle of the crowd, an heir to a wealthy family put down a glass of wine and said, "This is my wife." Han Chinh and I haven't seen each other for half a year. Suddenly I heard his voice, I thought I was just on the phone. He pushed his way through the crowd, pulling me behind him. Dich Du Ngu heard the sound and immediately walked over, stunned: "How is this possible?" Later, To Minh Le told me that Dich Du Ngu was always looking for information about me. "Ask me if I signed a post-marriage agreement, how long have I been married, do the Han family members know, do you have to rely on your children to get married?" To Minh Le said over the phone, "The more she asked, the sadder she became, she never found the answer she wanted." "The Luc family didn't like her, for so many years of not letting them get married, she was angry. I went crazy,” She said, “I heard that after returning home to take over his father's company, Luc Khue Chi kept wanting to change his business, so he lost a lot of money.” But I no longer care about all of this. That day, I followed Han Chinh to his villa in California. The room was empty, without any warmth of life. There are only a few items necessary for life, even just a mattress. "I'm busy with work, I don't have time to choose," He said briefly, pouring a glass of Whiskey, "After all, it's only me here." The last sentence, he said with anger. "Aren't you asking me why I'm going back to the country?" I sat on the mattress, watching him lean against the wine cabinet. "Going back for what?" He was very cooperative. “Remind me to do my duty.” The sparkling light from the pool reflected through the large window, blending into my hair. When I turned over, he wasn't there. When I got to the stairs, I heard him talking on the phone. In the pitch-black night, the voice from the other end of the phone was clear. "Are you crazy, big brother? You called me at 3:30 in the morning and asked me, "Does your wife love you?" What's wrong with you?

light up. He was still crying. “She flew for ten hours just to see her friend,” His voice was choked, “Halfway by the way, he stopped by to sleep with me.” The wind blew against the window. He turned his head, discovered me, quickly hung up, stood up, but forgot he was too high and hit the ceiling. "Does it hurt?" I asked. He coughed softly, his face cold: "It's okay." "Your eyes are red." He crossed his arms and said very seriously: "I was born like that." Having finished speaking, he was about to return to the room. "Han Chinh," I pulled his arm, "Actually, this time when I return home, I have an interview, the company here pays a higher salary." The neighbor's Christmas tree next door, the lights turn on and off. Because I wanted a cool breeze, I opened the window. From the stairs to the bed, the wind blew a lot of things down. Dreamily, I smelled the incense of ebony wood, mixed with the smell of Whiskey. I turned my head to look, only to realize that a moment had caused me to break a glass of wine, spilling it all over the floor. "Han Chinh," I put my head under the blanket and whispered, "You said something but didn't keep your word." He smiled, his voice very low: "What did you promise me?" "Obviously you knew and still asked." He stood up and closed the window. He's afraid I'm cold. I looked out the window, curling up in his arms. “Merry Christmas, Thoi Thoi.” “Merry Christmas, Han Chinh.” Outside, this year's first snow of the season in California is falling. I just realized that I haven't been able to peacefully watch snow fall for many years. Fortunately, this night is still very long. Same later. Run out of.