Chapter 466: 13 Belly Pearl's Husbands on the Internet 2

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From the comments, it is easy to see that the "Young Fragrance Master of the Four Shao Tang Societies in Beijing" is a cheating man, because he has been sneering at my articles angrily denouncing the cheating man. It's not a big deal to say that cheating, the little dragon girl who is ice clear and jade has let the stinky Taoist go, and what else do you pay attention to other stinky skins.

Someone changed their nickname to "Belle Pearl's husband" or "Belly Pearl's father" and copied a lot of foul language and abuse on my message board at midnight, and I patiently added them to the blacklist one by one, there are already 13 Belly Pearl's husbands, and after the blackening, these nicknames have been changed to someone else's husband or daddy. It seems to be a scolding customer who is addicted to talking on the Internet.

My husband firmly refused to admit that he had sent me a comment, saying that all the praise and swearing had nothing to do with him, that he was not so boring, and that what I had written was not worth his time wasting, because in the future people would not know about Belle Pearl, or Valu Alan, but would write it as Mrs. So-and-so, and so-and-so was his name, and my pen name, screen name, and real name would be drowned in the long river of history, and no one would mention it again.

"Do you know what Marie Curie, Madame Browning, and Margaret Thatcher have their maiden names?" he said, "don't waste your time on the rankings, help me earn more money and make my name louder." ”

"When I have money, I will form a writing team and concoct an infinite number of films according to your style, all of which will be made into movies and TV series, how can you get up early and type on the keyboard greedily!"

Whenever he said this, I pretended to be infinitely adoring and said, "Every successful woman has an excellent man behind her, and it sounds like I will succeed as long as I lie down and sleep!"

In fact, when my husband noticed me, he just looked at my spending posture and seemed to be able to make money. But when I got married, he cut off my financial means, forbade me to sell papers, saying that he had half of his intellectual property, and forbade me to work, saying that there were too many handsome guys among my colleagues, and it was very dangerous.

It wasn't until last year that he said with confidence: Now you can toss as much as you like, but you must remember that 30 women are tofu scum and 40 women are stinky tofu! He also said in a matter-of-fact manner: A colleague of mine asked netizens to meet, and the woman even drove a car, but he spat and said: It's scary to come out so old! Don't go and scold it!

I said, "So I'm going to have to hurry, if I don't even have the courage to go out and it's not too late?"

When he learned that I had only been writing a blog for 3 months and had provoked 13 Belly Pearl's husbands, he immediately sold my computer in a fit of rage.

To be honest, if it weren't for the appearance of 13 Belly Franc husbands, I wouldn't have written with gritted teeth. I always think that those scolders who don't like anyone's articles and write their nicknames as their husbands or fathers copy foul language, are mostly cheating men and juniors, and they are enraged beasts. If people are frightened by beasts and are silent when they close their doors, what kind of world is that? Is the real Belly Pearl's husband a scolding or frightened soft egg?