Chapter 68: Despair (8)

(12) Unfathomable traps

The hunter who originally thought he was returning with a full load found himself the prey of falling into a trap. It's a terrible feeling. I've had no appetite for a few days.

For pregnant women, this is a very strict thing. He said: The situation is more complicated than I imagined, is birthday really so important? Why should you live so uncomfortably like a person with a certain mission? Aren't you just a lustful woman who is greedy for money, and I will work hard to earn money in the future!

I didn't bother to compete with this new comment that was added to me, and asked directly how I planned to make money?

As expected, it is entirely the plan of the precise realist born on February 3 in Aquarius, and the probability of achieving the dream of a multimillionaire with reduced requirements is almost equal to zero.

Seeing me crying uncontrollably, he panicked and said, "Okay, go and beat the child, and I'll give you back your freedom."

Walking on the way to the hospital, he said: Eat something first, it will hurt. He asked for a bottle of wine for himself. He said: I actually smoke and love to drink, and I quit the day I saw you last year, because you don't eat fireworks in the world. Now I'm liberated too, cheers!

I watched him drink like boiled water, and then get drunk.

The next morning, he continued to vomit. The neighbor came to announce the matter and saw it, so he said: You are so happy, look at your husband helping you with your pregnancy reaction.

Walking on the way to the hospital again, he said: The steamed buns in the front store are doing well, why don't you go after eating?

Are you finished?" I said. It was clear that there were traps in that bun shop as well.

I had never eaten something like buns before. I remember my parents went to school in a city, and my mother said that there was a store where the steamed buns were the best, and my father said that his school happened to be near that store, and I heard that the shop had something to do with the hospital morgue, and they all used the thigh meat of the day, which made my mother sick for the rest of her life! Every time, I personally bought meat and supervised my father to chop it into stuffing, and I never ate outside buns.

It wasn't until one day that I received a call from Mr. Pei on the third floor calling me on the fourth floor to go down and look at the steaming steamed buns, I realized that I had missed the dinner time in the cafeteria, and it was already dark.

Like all the old girls at the time, my mother and elders came to me with a lot of pictures, and I got goosebumps just by imagining eating alone in a room with such a man.

The strange thing is that after returning from the cafeteria, Mr. Pei was the only one in the office, and he quickly finished eating, sitting opposite me and telling me how to behave in the world. It's all Carnegie's old sesame seeds, but I have to eat, and I can't bother with him.

Now think about it, people born on February 3, with their house at 13°-15° of Aquarius, have a precise sense of time, and can usually seize the best time to act on business or love. They knew very well what they were capable of accomplishing and what they were not, and I fell into his unfathomable trap from the start.

(Chapter 5: Despair, 2008.10.4-10.11, A Lan in Beijing)