Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Everyone was laughing, and Bai Weiran felt a little more relaxed watching them laugh.

He never brings his personal emotions to work, but today he found himself frequently drifting off into thought.

He saw everything about Mengmeng's expression that morning.

He truly didn't know what to do with her.

To put it bluntly, Mengmeng was the first type of girl he had ever met.

He doesn't like boisterous girls.

I've experienced this before. We were together for a very short time because the other person pursued me relentlessly, and then we broke up.

It really can't be forced.

Mengmeng grew up in his hands, from a green bud to gradually gaining color, and then slowly blooming.

She's very boisterous, and she cries and laughs a lot.

If they met under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be his type.

But beneath her childlike nature lies a tenacity, a resilience, and a sensitivity; she chases after people while crying, oblivious to the pain of falling.

Her mind is filled with wildly imaginative and unconventional thoughts.

Now they play games together, one-on-one, and Mengmeng wins more often than she loses.

He has logic, while she doesn't; she's like a genius, unpredictable and with sophisticated methods.

He admired her greatly and even seriously considered bringing her into his project in the future.

But this unconventional way of thinking made it impossible for him to use his usual logic to measure what she was thinking.

Why is she crying?

If you don't want to—then why peek?

He felt a rare, indescribable sense of frustration.

A person who is too honest will be like someone who is too calculating in their thinking.

She knew he was sad, and she was trying to please him.

But he only knew how to comfort her in the old ways.

She was clearly injured—

He looked at his phone, thought for a moment, and hesitated between dialing and not dialing.

He hesitated for a moment before someone called out to him.

"Brother Bai, let's talk about that feature from last time?"

He responded, put away his phone, and temporarily set the matter aside.

Xx

Mengmeng lay on the bed, her expression one of utter despair, her phone beside her.

A thousand-degree search result: cold symptoms, average cancer rate.

The results she found made her very sad, and tears streamed down her face.

She thought she had entered the race track.

But she has lost again.

They lost completely.

She covered her flat stomach.

I, Mengmeng, have a big dream.

But now that dream is shattered.

Not only was she different from others, she was also ill; in addition to heart disease, she had other ailments.

She didn't care about her own illness, but it shattered her dreams.

At the same time, she became afraid.

Will Bai Weiran despise her after he finds out?

She thought about it for a moment, then dismissed the idea.

No, he's not that kind of person.

But everyone else had it, except her—

She is not as good as others.

The more Mengmeng thought about it, the more confused and panicked she became. She put her fingers in her mouth and bit them, her eyes welling up with tears.

No, she needed to know what Bai Weiran was really thinking and how he viewed the matter!

But she didn't dare ask him; if she did, he would find out.

In a panic, a candidate instantly popped into Mengmeng's mind.

Yes, that person, she understands Bai Weiran very well.

She hurriedly opened her phone's contacts, her finger scrolling down until it stopped on that name.

Bai Shimo

She dialed the number—

Like a drowning person desperately grasping at a straw.

"Please answer quickly, waah, Shimo, help me!"

"Shimo, tell me what to do—"

But no one answered after several attempts.

Mengmeng was anxious and flustered, afraid that if she hit him again she would disturb the other person, so she grabbed the pillow and covered her head, sobbing. She cried and cried until she was exhausted. She hadn't slept well all night because she was feeling unwell. Now she was lying on the bed, and her consciousness unconsciously drifted into a hazy state, half asleep and half awake.

Xx

During the lunch break, Guoguo, dressed in a limited-edition high school student outfit, walked to the workstation at the very front of the project.

"My son, let's go eat together—I'm giving you a chance to treat this kind old lady from high school to a meal?"

No one is empty.

"Huh? Where's my son? I came here specifically to invite him to dinner, where did he go?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Weiran's male colleague next to his workstation looked up and pointed to the balcony for Guoguo.

Guoguo spotted Bai Weiran immediately, thanked him, and walked over.

She didn't push open the balcony glass door directly, but knocked twice first.

Bai Weiran, who had his back to the balcony door, turned around when he heard the knocking behind him, holding his phone.

Guoguo then made a eating gesture for him and pointed outwards with her right thumb toward the elevator.

Body language is immediately apparent.

Wearing a high school uniform, she actually looked quite charming.

He raised his hand to signal her to wait a moment, and listened intently to what was happening on the other end.

It rang for a while but no one answered.

She might be sleeping or playing games.

It's perfectly normal for her to not answer her phone when she's playing games.

He thought that perhaps he was overthinking it; she wasn't actually that sad and was doing quite well now.

As long as there are games, good food, and a good night's sleep, I don't care about anything else.

He's just a kid.

A sensitive child who likes to kiss people and is prone to spying.

Unable to describe his feelings, he hung up the phone and walked towards Guoguo on the balcony. As soon as he opened the door, Guoguo nudged him with her lips.

"Let's go! It's just the two of us today. Shen Dingchao can't come; he's been invited to dinner by the programming guru."

Like programmers, artists also have their own small groups who frequently maintain relationships and collaborate as a team.

Of course, besides discussing technology, their favorite thing to do is to criticize the designers.

"They're going to eat at Hao Xiang Yuan nearby. Wow, no wonder they're programmers; this is the restaurant with the highest average price per person."

Hao Xiang Yuan is the Hunan cuisine restaurant with the highest average price per person in the building next to Shi Le.

Bai Weiran glanced at her sideways.

What are you implying?

“Poke it! My son, I’m making this clear.”

Guoguo chuckled, poked at each other with her index fingers, and blinked her innocent eyes.

"My son, you're a producer now, shouldn't you show some respect to your high school-exclusive edition mother?!"

"Okay, I'll personally sponsor a meal allowance of fifty."

"Stingy!!!"

"Mom, if you check your fingers again, your meal allowance will drop to twenty-five." Trying to act young is the most fatal mistake.

"…………!!?"

Guoguo was so angry that she hit him with her employee ID card.

He wasn't actually that stingy; he chose a Ningxia mutton restaurant and ordered three dishes.

Guoguo didn't just ask him for a free meal; she also wanted to discuss work-related matters.

When leaders spend money, it's not just in the open; treating people to meals is perfectly normal.

While waiting for their meal, they also discussed their work schedule for the following month.

Mengmeng woke up at home.