Jas Black was dragged onto the living room sofa by the young man who tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray on the table, lit a new cigarette, and handed it over to Jas, saying, "I just got this good smoke from my Big Brother, you should try it. My Big Brother said it’s imported from International, a cigar, and only people like my Big Brother, who have a certain status, can afford to smoke it. My Big Brother was happy today, so when I asked for a cigarette, he just gave a whole box."
It was hard to tell whether it was to show off or to share the good smoke with Jas Black, but the young man explained the origin of the cigarette. Obviously, after getting the cigarette, he had gone online to do so research so he could give Jas this trivial knowledge.
Seeing Jas Black take a couple of puffs without much change in his expression, the young man realized that talking to soone like Jas Black was pointless since he couldn’t get the praise he wanted to hear anyway.
It was only then that the young man changed the topic, going back to the conversation he and Jas had been having just before coming downstairs.
"Brother Strongman, you’re already in your thirties, yet with won, you’re so helpless. How could you let a woman get you to the point where she knocks over the water cup to your mouth? Brother Strongman, could it be that you’ve never been with a woman?"
Seeing Jas Black’s expressionless face without a word, the young man thought Jas was embarrassed to admit it.
The young man then suddenly felt a sense of superiority, "Even though I’m young, I have plenty of experience with won. But, thinking that you’ve never been with a woman, I can suddenly understand why you treasure Jane Sampson, that actor, so much. I get it, Brother Strongman, I really do."
After all, in the over thirty years before, without ever tasting the essence of a woman, suddenly encountering a big star, especially such a beautiful one, a wooden blockhead would treat a woman like a treasure, wouldn’t he?
The young man thought that once his brother had been with many won, he naturally wouldn’t take a star so seriously.
Jas Black patiently sat downstairs for nearly one hour before the young man finally received a phone call and went out to the pub to drink.
During this ti, what the young man talked about the most were his exploits in chasing and toying with won, only occasionally saying two or three sentences about the things that Jas Black wanted to hear about his Big Brother.
After sending away the young man shaking the car key, Jas Black went to the kitchen himself and brought upstairs a bowl of vegetable porridge.
He twisted the door open and went in, softly calling out to Jane Sampson. Jane slowly opened her eyes to glance at his face, then looked behind him. Seeing no one, she muttered in a small voice, "Why did it take so long to co back down~"
So long that she had gazed longingly, even waiting until she fell asleep.
"He’s noisy." Jas Black’s words were filled with disdain. Noisy as it was, there weren’t many useful words in there; almost all of it was nonsense.
A twenty-year-old rabbit kid, teaching him an hour-long lesson in emotional manipulation underneath there.
If this were the guard team, based on this alone, Jas Black could have straightened him out until he questioned his own existence.
Incorrect views should be corrected thoroughly. Once corrected harshly, naturally, the views could be brought upright.
But Jas Black felt a slight chill inside — this boy was not just about having incorrect views anymore; he was in fact a cold-hearted and sinister criminal.
"Was my acting good just now?" Jane Sampson leaned on Jas Black’s arm, sitting up and sniffing the bowl. She glanced down at the porridge, and in a pitiful tone, said, "I want to eat at."
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