Chapter 205: Stupid Women and Mean Women (5)

(5) Chaotic reality

Many people have advised me to turn a blind eye to men's messing around. It seems that I am afraid of becoming a widow can only do this, a man will go to buy spring if he does not have a second wife and a third child, and now you have what kind of goods you want in that kind of place, and you can pay the money with one hand and lead into the private room with the other. After that, no one knew anyone, and there was no insatiable and entangled second wife and third wife.

In fact, this persuasion made me even more sad, and shattered my last bit of illusion about love! In the 21st century, are good men really extinct?

But I still can't let men be cheap. I said to my 13-year-old son: If you grow up and see the graves of Zhao Wen and Lianlian, you must destroy them, otherwise you will not be my son!

I want to see who destroyed whose nine tribes in a thousand years.

My son suddenly knelt down in front of me and said, "Daddy already knows that he is wrong, so forgive him!" I want Daddy, what child doesn't want both parents to be perfect!

For more than a year, I did not take care of my son's food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and did everything possible to establish a deep relationship between father and son, hoping that the boy would be more masculine with his father, and I would be completely liberated. I didn't expect that after seeing my father's son since he was a child, he really established a relationship with his father, but he was greedy and wanted his parents!

Before my son was 9 years old, I told him firmly every time: Mom will always be with you; Later, I said, if my mother is gone one day, I just can't bear the pain in my body, and I don't blame anyone, you have to help my mother take care of my father and take care of this family.

I am a narcissist, accustomed to performing in and out of the play, and many times I am moved to tears, thinking how noble I am.

Ever since I was beaten, I've become a complete self-destructing maniac. I cut off any communication with the outside world and posted my chaotic thoughts on my blog, hoping that one day, I would disappear and come here to pay my respects if anyone remembered. Discover some truths about life between the lines.

I'm always changing rooms, all because there are women in the same building who have been killed or committed suicide, and I can't get rid of the sound and smile I have ever seen, and I want to flee immediately. I originally wanted to deal with the uneasy love with "Resolutely Don't Love Married Men", but I didn't expect to attract the dissatisfaction of some second wives, juniors, and married men, and I wanted to see my jokes.

The person who calls himself the second wife and the third child declares that he is very happy, and the divorced man says that he understands the meaning of life better after the divorce.

But the truth I saw was that if a woman who had been fostered had anything wrong before she was abandoned, her head would have been cut off and blood would be pouring down the ground. The luxuriously decorated three-bedroom was sold for only 160,000 yuan, and even the decoration cost was more than that. While the other committed suicide by cutting his wrists when he was abandoned, he later regretted it and pressed the distress alarm, alerting 110 and the fire brigade to come to the rescue at midnight. The floor of the blood-stained room was prying back and repaving, and the rent of the entire building was still implicated, and it was halved.

I like to look for houses that will appreciate in value soon, and some people even say that those houses that didn't even have a bus station became valuable because I ordered them and became along the subway, but for the people who moved in after the opening, it was not something I could control, so I lost confidence in the property market. It's speculation in the stock market, and if you don't go, you won't go. When the article about feng shui is sent to the knight, the whole thing is gone, neither in the postbox nor in the return box.

The scariest part was an email with all the documents and pictures on my computer in the link attached. And Mr. Pei kept experimenting to try out my boot password and email password, and the world seemed to be completely messed up.