The sun could not warm Wilson's heart. He had no feeling for this woman. All pity had vanished that day, and it was she who had made him so humble!

"Come down yourself, and if you don't I'll drag you down. Don't make me do it." Wilson menacingly looked at her, the woman was really difficult to deal with, like a gummy candy like and could not be jilted off.

Joyce firmly grasped the seat under the body, and did not believe Wilson would really do that to her. "No, it's just that you've been a bit confused lately. You'll get over it in a little while."

Wilson did not want to listen to whatever the woman said, directly began to untie the seat belt, and dragged her down toughly. Very ungentlemanly, he left her on the side of the road and slammed the door.

"Since you know everything, then you must know I do not love you, don't come to me in the future." He said that and drove off.

Joyce sat alone on the ground, she knew Wilson would not help her. What to do, she had become notorious in her present company, if not to find a new way out, she would not be as good as a beggar. Get it together. Find a job in any case.

She slowly sits up from the ground, patted the dust on the butt, and slowly walked towards the direction Wilson left. This time, Wilson might go out for fun. Since he was so cruel to her, she should spare no effort to reply him something.

Wilson liked Catherine, then she would make Catherine feel sick on seeing him.

Wilson, who was leaving, did not know in the heart of this woman, such a big plan was hidden. He blindly sought his own sense of existence. Last time it was so hard to him, he had not been to the company for many days, and Benson did not care about him.

In the Sentiment Bar in the center of Manche City, Wilson ordered a bottle of liquor and sat in the corner, drinking slowly. Watching the singing and dancing in the bar, the heart seemed to be full. Lying on the sofa, he looked at all kinds of women in the bar, as if they were all not as beautiful as Catherine.

Unluckily Catherine had no feeling for him, with no way he had to find her bestie to make her angry. As a result, it didn't help. Really did not know what kind of woman she was, the fairy down to earth, was otherworldly?

"Handsome guy, why drinking this sulk wine alone. Let me drink with you." A woman in a fiery red dress approached. Looking at the heavy makeup on her face, he just felt sick.

Wilson's expression was too exaggerated, so the woman stamped her foot, snorted and left.

After taking a big gulp of wine, Wilson sat there laughing. This was so much fun. This girl was so pissed off. She thought she was beautiful and I should buy her a drink, no!

A bottle of wine was about to run out. Wilson was a little drunk. A blast of dance music rang out and he stumbled onto the dance floor to enjoy himself. He danced onto the stage, "Catherine, I'm sorry, Catherine, Cath..."

Wilson directly fell on the stage, which made the men and women around him astonished. After a while, Wilson was surrounded by a lot of people. The woman in the fiery red dress pushed her way in through the crowd, "Excuse me, let me in, just drunk, what to see."

She held Wilson up, and half held him out of the bar. "Handsome guy, do you think I make you nauseous? Then I will make you nauseous on seeing a woman in the future."

She threw Wilson into the back seat of the car and left the sentiment bar.

A beautiful day began with a sunny morning, Wilson patted his head and rubbed his eyes. He drank too much yesterday and forgot what had happened. He still had a headache, and the whole consciousness was a little hazy.

Looking at the crystal chandeliers on the roof and the pink embossed wallpaper, this was not his room. He looked down at himself and found himself naked. What happened?

Betty came in with a glass of milk. "How did you sleep last night, handsome? You didn't buy me a drink last night, but I treat you milk today!"

Looking at the woman without any makeup, Wilson really did not remember knowing this person, not even the slightest impression. Drinking. Last night he was drinking alone. A pat on the head, yeah, fiery red dress, heavy smoky makeup. But all this seemed not to be equal to the small girl in front of him.

"What are you thinking, or sleep silly, don't know me after I take off makeup." Wilson jumped out of bed, and thinking that he was naked he retreated into the quilt.

Pointing his finger at Betty, "What did you do to me?" He, Wilson, would have been slept with this woman? Thinking about that heavy smoky makeup of last night, he started to feel sick again.

"Don't you know what I did to you? Uncle! You don't really think that I just brought you back and took care of you for the night. But really, uncle, you're good at it." Betty yawned. The man, who drank a bottle of Whiskey, didn't go to the hospital to have gastric lavage, he was really good.

Wilson's whole body was buried in the quilt, although he was not a boar, it was hard to accept being abused like this by a girl who looked underage. The point was that she called him uncle, so old? How a man could be called uncle if he was not thirty!

"Please give me a rope, the thick one, and then please go out." Betty went to the balcony and threw Wilson's clothes on the bed and then closed the door and went out.

Hearing the sound of the door Wilson slowly revealed his head, then saw the clean clothes on the quilt. With a smell of sunshine and laundry detergent, he got dressed quickly. Wilson put on slippers and went out. Strangely, it was a man's slipper.

Looking for the aroma of hot porridge Wilson found the dining room, on the table placed simple porridge and dishes. It looked plain, but it looked good.

"You live alone in this house?" Wilson sat down without thanks, and picked up a bowl of porridge to eat.

"No, with my brother. But he went out with his friends last night and said he might not come back because it would be very late. Otherwise I couldn't go to a bar and bring you, who was drunk back." Betty shrugged and grabbed a soup dumpling.

No wonder there was a pair of men's slippers. He thought it was... "Don't expect I'll thank you. I haven't settled with you for what you did to me last night."