My card actually came from Xingyue

Chapter 158 Menopause.

Pushing open the door, the time on the mobile phone shows 08:30 in the morning, but there is no message from Fei's father and mother.

He breathed a sigh of relief and squatted in the entrance hall to take off his shoes.

Fei's parents and Fei's mother walked down the stairs one after another, and happened to bump into Fei Qiu squatting in the entrance hall.

His hand to untie the shoelaces stopped immediately, neither untied nor tied.

Raising his head and yawning, Dad Fei spoke lazily,
"Why are you going for a run so early? I don't know what happened last night. I didn't sleep well all night. I got up late today. I might as well go to the company after lunch."

After all, the company has been in business for decades, and it’s not the peak season. Dad Fei also has some privileges as the boss. If you let it go, you can let it go, and it’s not enough to let it go for only half a day.

He squeezed the drooping chin on his face, and weighed the swimming ring on his stomach. His lazy expression became even more depressed. He turned his head and vomited bitterness at Fei Ma, who had already started to squeeze out beauty and detox vegetable juices.
"Honey, do you think I'm about to go through menopause? I heard that once men reach menopause, they will start to be sentimental, sleep less, and start to lose their hair."

I thought that several old classmates who went to Beijing a few days ago were also high-spirited and spirited guys. I didn't expect that they would become bald and greasy in just ten or twenty years.

At that time, Papa Fei was still rejoicing. Although he was not the most handsome among the group of people back then, after so many years, his appearance has been kept fresh. Sure enough, time will tell who is the real handsome.

He scratched his head and took off two strands of hair, the expression on his face became more bitter.

Fei’s mother poured two glasses of detox juice, and Fei’s father walked to the table with a grimace on his face.
"Fuck, I won't drink it. This juice, although I can clearly see what it is squeezed into, but I can't stand the taste. I can't help retching every time I drink it. Suffering all day."

Fei's mother gave him a blank look and ignored him, and greeted Fei Qiu who was still squatting in the porch,

"Xiao Qiu, card master exercise should be done step by step. You only ran at night yesterday, so don't run this morning. Come and drink this glass of detox juice."

Before Fei Qiu started to make excuses, the excuses were handed to him.

Fei Qiu, who was still hesitating whether to put on his shoes, went out for a couple of laps, or went to Wu Qian's house to sleep on the bed, took off his shoes and took the juice.

Deep feelings, a dull mouth.

Then as expected he yueed.

Dad Fei escaped the disaster as he wished, and happily cooked a pack of middle-aged noodles, filled with sausage, ham and eggs. The dark clouds of menopause dissipated before they even started.

After dinner, Fei's father went to the company, and Fei's mother also went out with her bag. The sisters had a happy meeting, and Fei Qiu was the only one left at home.

And two unwashed cups, a pot and a pair of tableware.

Fortunately, Fei's mother doesn't have the habit of reading the news every day, and Fei's father is accustomed to putting such time to cultivate his sentiments after work to enrich his office life.

The battle in Quanshi last night in Fei's house became a night when Fei's father felt that he had reached middle age and menopause was approaching.

He went upstairs to take a shower and change into pajamas. Fei Qiu threw himself on the bed and fell asleep immediately.

After running around all night, his body was not very tired. The main reason was that he had suffered too many shocks, and he was always tense under the mental pressure of staying with Anya. Now that he returned home, he couldn't hold it any longer.

……

In the holy country, in a dilapidated apartment, a sleeping bat suddenly opened its eyes, its consciousness weakened, Smith's feet went limp, and he fell on the yellowed wooden floor. It was a bat, and the one with blond hair fell on the ground. Blue-eyed, pale-skinned young man.

The eyes are dull, the cheeks are sunken, and the bottom of the eyes is blue and black, which is probably due to kidney deficiency.

The young man was stunned for a while, gritted his teeth bitterly.

Anya, the bitch, didn't show up all night. She thought she was just playing petty, but she didn't expect that she wanted to kill herself last night.

A trace of complacency flashed in the eyes that had recovered, but more of it was hatred.

Whether he was standing by and watching, or helpless, since Anya didn't show up, he classified Anya as a traitor.

"Anya, you'd better not let me find you, otherwise I will drain your soul power, lock you in a dungeon, never see the light of day, and become my colored slave."

Vaguely thinking of Anya's servile, groveling appearance, kneeling at his feet begging for mercy, he swallowed the flood of oral secretions.

I will definitely beat you hard.

"Oh, oh, I just said that I feel like someone has been thinking about me. I was very curious just now, but I am no longer curious after seeing you, Smith."

Ziyan condensed in front of Smith, and Anya appeared in front of him, frowning, leaning on the bookshelf with a bit of distaste, with various amorous feelings and manners.

Black high-heeled shoes with heels like knives pierced into Smith's palms on the floor, blood splashed and Smith suffered pain, but he didn't dare to be presumptuous. The Black Sheep is not a highly disciplined organization, and it is normal for members to kill each other things.

After all, it is inevitable that there will be problems of different beliefs. For the sake of belief, it is completely reasonable to slaughter a few heretics.

Even other members will applaud, this is defending the way, it is a great thing.

"You were thinking of me, Smith."

Anya lowered her head as if she had just noticed that the heel of her shoe had pierced Smith's hand. She raised her foot in surprise and added a few more holes to Smith's body in a panic.

Smith was angry, but he dared not speak out. His face was filled with flattery that he had never imagined.
"Dear Anya, of course I miss you. In every dark night and every deserted dusk, I sing your name to the vast sky, my goddess."

Mobilize the little soul power left in the body to activate other bats scattered around the blue star.

only…

"Tsk, men's lies are ridiculous, and those who lie must be punished."

The moment Smith contacted the rest of the bats, all the bats exploded at the same time. Smith, who was already weak, spurted out a mouthful of old blood like a fountain, and collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

Anya was bathed in blood, but not a drop of blood fell on her. She took a drag on her tortoiseshell pipe, and the whole apartment was filled with purple smoke.

"Smith, I told you that what I hate the most is that someone acts without authorization, I hate being smart, and I hate being stupid. How many do you think you have?"

The cast-down Smith couldn't answer Anya. His spirit was slackened in the purple smoke, his body melted into the purple smoke, and he was completely dead.

Tsk, it's really useless.

Anya's figure disappeared from the place, like smoke, like a dream.

……

It was still dark when Fei Qiu woke up, barely dusk.

He didn't wake up naturally, he was awakened by a shock, not an earthquake, nor a bed shock.

The phone in my pocket was vibrating.

You can't put your mobile phone in your pocket when you sleep. Not only does it emit radiation, it also vibrates just as much as those small toys.

The frequency is very familiar, and I am familiar with Fei Qiu's habitual shoulder pain.

I took out my phone, and it really was you, Gao Leyang.

One after another, the screen saver of Feiqiu's phone was refreshed at an alarming frequency. Even the time in the upper right corner of several messages was exactly the same, and they were not pictures.

According to some unscientific speculation, Gao Leyang's use of both hands should be much higher than that of ordinary people, otherwise how could he use them so proficiently.

(End of this chapter)