But now, he must first restrain his impatience, "You? Forget it. You can't afford it." Alice was anxious, "Why?" Benjamin said one by one, "What I want was to be able to do laundry, cook, and chat with me. What do I buy you for?" "Buy..." This bad guy. How can he talk like this?
Forget it. She was tolerant. For 3,000 dollars a month, she can bear it. Immediately she turned anger into a smile, and said sternly, "You see how well I have raised myself in the past three years." The latter sentence poked at Benjamin's heart. Well? Really? Skinny, malnourished, and often dislocated arms, she made her life like a refugee every day. Didn't she really know how bad her life was now? She dared to say that she was raising herself well. If she said she was well now. Did she mean that the way he treated before her was bad? Benjamin's long, white fingers rubbed against his perfect chin, and a pair of deep eyes could not see the waves watching her. Alice waited patiently for him to nod or say OK. But... "Forget it. I'm afraid I'll have a white-eyed wolf and you will insert a knife into me again. I don't want to go to the gate of devil again. It was not good."
He talked about that accident casually just to let her know that, in fact, it was no big deal, and all had passed, although it was impossible to forget. But occasional mention of it will not tear his heart or feel guilty about it. But Alice was not. After all, she was the culprit who let him go through this. "Ok. If not for the 3,000 dollars, who wants to treat you this picked guy?" Benjamin shrugged, with an air that there would always be someone willing to serve him. Chuck took the opportunity to find a chance for himself, "My company lacks an assistant over there, and my salary is good. And you have to care about eating and accommodation. How about coming to my company?" ...