Chapter 121: **'s Love (10)

(10) Second milk killer

The first time I became a second wife killer was in 1994. A well-known female writer was interviewed on the condition that I make a phone call in the voice of Izola, the Slave Girl. It's similar to me broadcasting with a script, but I have to use Yao Xijuan's dubbing.

It was the sound I had to make when I had eaten raw garlic and my throat was covered in a layer of smoke and my body was covered with allergic rashes.

The reason why I took the risk to eat garlic was because I found out, oh no, it was Dr. Li who told me to always prepare chlorpheniramine, and eat it as soon as I found out that I was allergic, and never wait for a rapid heartbeat to go to the hospital, because I would be admitted to the hospital immediately, and the medical expenses would be too expensive.

Chlorpheniramine is cheap and effective, as soon as you take it once, all the uncomfortable symptoms disappear, and of course, you should immediately stay away from the source of allergens.

Since then, I have often pretended to be a junior, saying the same thing: Why do you often call my fiancé (text messages, Q chat)?

Next, it's almost the same as the midnight whispering live broadcast that I hosted, encouraging the other party to talk more, and then pretending to have a sudden realization, very moved and grateful to her, thanking her for exposing the true face of "my fiancé" and saving me from the sea of suffering.

Coincidentally, the final closing sentence is also the same: It's very simple, I don't believe his nonsense anymore, even if he divorces and wants to marry me. You think, if there are only two women, then it is possible that one of them chose the wrong one, and the other is true love. But I absolutely don't want three women to be animals or hooligans! What's more, he's a liar who tells me that he's single and unmarried, and that he's so busy with his career that he's forgotten to fall in love!

In short, ordinary second wives can do it with just one phone call, and shameless second wives, such as Zhao Wen and Lian Lian, have to waste a lot of time chatting, and they really called the Beijing Daily Cultural News Center where I was at the time. It made me so embarrassed to pretend to be a junior in front of my colleagues.

Now I know that what a person does, regardless of the motive, is to be borne by himself. I have to answer for the big lie I told, even if I have an affair and fall in love with a liar. I'm so afraid that he won't lie to me anymore and leave me. I'm so scared of losing him.