Chapter 313: Lingering (1)

Chapter 32: Lingering in the Arms [Waru Alan (Mongolian)]

(1) The usefulness of men

When I went to Kunming, of course, I wanted to inquire about the inside story of Xiao Li's company's backdoor listing, and Xiao Li was very tight-lipped. But with her shrewdness, she didn't see any difference between Mr. Pei and what she saw in ** a few years ago.

I reminded her that my waist was already from 23 to 27! She said she couldn't see it, and said you were the happiest of my peers I'd ever met. I also told others that their relationship is good, so happy!

I really don't know if Mr. Pei's acting skills are too good, or if other people are worse than me.

I called Zhao Wen to ask Zhao Wen to come out and meet together, she excused herself and said that there was something, I texted every day to tell me about my whereabouts and clothes, and I wanted her to see clearly that I was alone and could come to see me with confidence.

But I stayed for seven or eight days and didn't see each other. A few months later, when the stock market was booming, she called and asked for Mr. Pei's mobile phone number. I wonder if she doesn't even have the curiosity to take a peek in Kunming after the Spring Festival? I don't know that Mr. Pei works in the original office building, haunting the office where they are cheating and the residential rental building near the high-end community where they live?

When I wrote "The Abandoned Woman Returns to the Soul", I didn't want to write about Wen, it should be those student prostitutes who have never met and are bent on blackmailing. Maybe the post-85 generation is more open and utilitarian, and he doesn't participate in feelings at all, like Lianlian, he is proud of "I play with you, and you don't have to be responsible" in his thoughts, words and deeds. Only then would it be possible to do things like dismembering corpses and delivering corpses and building walls.

But those who only have nicknames and nicknames are completely not true to the requirements of others. It can be said that the process of my writing in the past year has been a process of psychological competition with Mr. Pei's juniors.

They try their best to exaggerate their happiness and success, as if the more men they have played, the higher the level. People like me, who have never eaten a dish until they are 40 years old, are simply pitiful in their eyes, and they are women in vain.

I tried to find reports of men killing Xiao San'er for his wife and children, but unfortunately I haven't found it so far, all for the sake of protecting Xiao San'er and scolding his wife.

Therefore, I advise women not to take men too seriously, men are like stocks, they have to be thrown when they should be thrown, and they must not be suspended or bankrupt in their hands!

All in all, I don't want to be like my mother, who kept nagging men to drink and scolding them, nor do I want to be like my mother-in-law, who obeys men and serves men who have suffered strokes and paralyzed before the age of 60. After thinking about it, I still feel that divorce and living alone is the best and happiest life.

Aunt Lu has been commenting on my blog with the nickname "Sweet Mimi". In 1992, when she was about to retire, we met at the provincial excellent radio and television program commendation meeting, at that time she was a chubby old woman, and her husband had passed away. After 16 years, she drove a Land Rover to see me, wearing a dress, and I thought it was Liu Xiaoqing at a glance!

At that time, she had three highs, especially her blood sugar deviated too much from the normal value, and when she talked to me, she kept wiping her sweat. But looking at the state of meeting for the second time, how happy it is to live without a husband for 16 years.

And my Teacher Huang has been serving Teacher Wang for more than ten years. If I hadn't recklessly run to nag in the morning, I wouldn't have known that Mr. Wang, who is also a 55-level Peking University student, got up and asked Mr. Huang to get dressed, and it has been more than ten years. That is to say, when we went to visit Mr. Huang's house, Mr. Wang said hello to us and closed the door, not because we were noisy, but because he really couldn't afford to walk in front of us alone!