Even beside Carl, there was a suitcase. I couldn‘t say a word in consternation. I couldn‘t believe what I saw.

However, Carl did not say much. He naturally took my hand and I did not respond at all.

I just watched Carl walk into my apartment.

I returned to my absolute being： "Carl, get out of here!"

I shook off Carl‘s hand and looked at him with resentment. I couldn‘t believe there were such shameless people in this world.

Isn‘t the original Carl high above the masses? When can I put down my body and do such a thing?

When was Carl rejected? Shouldn‘t I be dragged into his blacklist? Why is Carl the shameless person now?

I really want to burst out laughing. Has the world turned around?

But when I saw Carl, I couldn‘t laugh.

"You get out of here－" I said again.

Carl turned a deaf ear and quickly swept through my not spacious apartment： "Which room are you in?"

I didn‘t even pay attention to it. A flash of thought flashed through my mind. I felt ridiculous and that it was impossible. How could anyone in Carl have the idea of living here?

That‘s true. The whole world is crazy.

However, Carl did not mind seeing that I did not speak. With long legs, he pushed open the door of one of the rooms： "Is this your room?"

Then I looked at Carl with a low smile and said, "So you used to be such a young girl?"

This is the place where I lived when my mother and I lived together. Which of the girls at that time did not like pink, and my mother did everything possible to satisfy any of my thoughts. Therefore, my room, beyond the rustic style at that time, looked very foreign.

Now, it is not inferior.

However, compared with my state of mind, all this is extremely sarcastic.

"What are you going to do?" I asked Carl word by word.

Carl looked at me and said calmly, "Since you don‘t want to live here, I will move here."

Me： "…"

"I live in this room." Carl chose the vacant room next door to me, which was my mother‘s room before. "In this way, I can take care of you at any time."

… …

At this point, Carl really pushed the suitcase and went in. This was a domineering decision and he had no scruples about my feelings as the master.

It seems that I am the guest of this apartment, while Carl is the owner of this apartment.

I really feel that Carl is retaliating against me and wants to force me to death completely to satisfy Deng frame‘s idea. After all, Deng frame can‘t stimulate me, but Carl‘s every move can still contain my thoughts.

"Carl, do you want revenge on me?" I think so, I also asked so.

Carl looked at me and suddenly began to smile like this. Such a smile was gentle and tender as I had never seen before. Even when we were deeply in love, I had never seen Carl smile like this at me.

At that time, Carl also smiled, but the smile was somewhat indifferent, and the smile never reached the corner of his eye.

Treat me, and treat anyone in business, are the same, there is no more emotion.

Now, he can smile at me like this.

I don‘t feel comfortable, but I feel nervous. Such Carl makes me full of vigilance.

My nervousness was exchanged for Carl‘s deeper smile： "Relax."

"What the hell are you doing!" I almost roared.

"I just want to take care of you." Carl said calmly, "I will not retaliate against you. When I am sure you have no problem, I will leave here. Don‘t be nervous."

"I don‘t need your care." I can‘t express it more clearly word by word.

Carl did not mean to back down： "This is my decision, not your consent."

"I‘m going to call the police!" I threatened this man.

Carl had already entered the room and began to pack： "Be happy."

Me： "…"