Chapter 900: Yan Xia (59)

Pink Rose Love: Yan Xia (Waru Alan)

（59）

Someone might have thought of me as a celebrity, just got off the train and braved the rain to meet me, in front of a landmark near home. I asked my husband to accompany me, but he refused.

When I went out with my umbrella, the rain stopped.

I looked at my ID card, my birthday was December 9, 1982, and joked: "It's like a labor prisoner." Many people's ID photos are not good-looking.

Unexpectedly, he said: It's true.

He entered at the age of 19, and the family and the "boss" spent money, which was reduced to 7 years.

I said: It's better than me, after all, you are free now, look at me, if I go back a little later, my husband will grab my hair and hit the wall. The difference between me and living in prison is only that the food is better, right?

I saw him laugh.

The prison food is certainly not good, he is dark and thin. Strictly speaking, he wasn't my reader either, he went to three schools in junior high school and was expelled before he didn't graduate. That is to say, he didn't even get his junior high school diploma. Perhaps, you can't read all the words, right?

He said he had only read a few chapters. I guess I want to find someone worse than him as a reference, to find a real reason to live?

I said, "Actually, you're lucky, if you've been out and about, you've probably died."

I watched his brow furrow.

An hour later, I said goodbye to him. I'm not sure what will happen to him in the future, whether he will still make a living under that "boss". But I'm glad I didn't refuse to go out because of the rain. After all, this can be regarded as meeting "fans".

If someone has browsed it once, they probably won't ask me to meet on weekends. I remembered that the day I went to see Yu was Sunday. I guess they're all "writers" at work, right? Actually, I'm just "sitting at home" -- I'm bored but not free, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of cheating as a dream.

On the way home, I bought a bag of five catties of rice, and if it was ten catties of walking, it would not be beautiful. I'm not going to let myself get bogged down. When I got home, I found that the computer hadn't been turned off, so I logged in to QQ to see it.

I found that the version of QQ has changed again.

The mood of having a friend is: I really want to be a successful woman. Netizen replied: How to count as success? The host replied: If you get what you want, you will succeed.

Dumbfounded, look at my dreams, if I cheat, can it be considered a success?!

Actually, I'm not joking with people who chat very sincerely, I mean that even if you get divorced, you won't have a second man.

In my heart, I still think that men are very dangerous, more terrible than sinister and cunning women. Because a man is provoked by a one-stroke killing, and you have no idea which words will provoke him.

A man's heart will not confess or repent, but he will change his mind, change his way of thinking, his way of life, and take a completely different path, and he will have the natural strength to overcome himself.

Women don't have the power to change their fate, but they curse. I remember when I first posted "The Most Likely Person to Cheat" (Dream Love 6), I wrote the spell as a lullaby, to the effect that my husband's eyebrows, eyes, nose, etc. are all mine, and whoever wants to touch my things will immediately break his hand and arm, and he will be hit by a car and killed when he goes out......

Hundreds of people commented on the disappearing Yahoo blog, and one netizen even posted her story:

In the first year, her husband asked her: I'm going to cheat, will you forgive me?

She thought about it seriously and replied: You can forgive once, if there is a second time, I will curse you to death.

The following year, his husband died in a car accident. When she heard the news, she immediately remembered the situation when her husband asked her husband a year ago, and seemed to see her husband's expression at that time, but in fact, she was thinking at that time, and she didn't look at his face at all......