What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 1 The Gift of God
As usual, when Song Song came home from get off work, it was already after eight o'clock in the evening.

The cold key was inserted into the keyhole, and the door was unlocked after turning only a quarter of a turn, which meant that his wife Ding Rui had returned.But the living room was dark, and there was no smoke in the kitchen, only a sliver of light spilled through the crack of the door in the bedroom.

Song Song put on slippers, put the computer bag at the door, squeezed out a stiff smile, opened the door and walked into the bedroom, and saw his wife Ding Rui leaning against the bed and playing with her mobile phone fascinatedly.

"I am back!"

"Oh."

"What's for dinner?"

"casual."

"Order takeaway? Why don't you go out and eat your favorite hot pot." Song Song wanted to drag his wife out of the phone.

"I don't want to move..." Ding Rui still didn't raise her head, and replied copiously.

Song Song became angry: "Can't you put your phone down? It's so early after get off work, let alone cooking, why don't you order takeaway first? Do you have to wait for me to come back? Wait for me for everything! If you don’t come, can you starve yourself to death?”

Ding Rui finally raised her head, more angry than Song Song: "Why are you crazy when you have nothing to do? Treat your illness, what are you playing with me here?"

"Am I convulsed? I'm sick?" Song Song's anger was further ignited: "You hold your phone every day when you go home, like a heavy smoker! What else can you do besides playing with your phone?"

Ding Rui was so angry that she stood up and blushed: "Song! Do you still have the face to criticize me? Since you have been married, you have said that you are busy with work every day. When did you take care of the house? Have you paid the utility bills? You have to delay Have you ever wiped the table? Every day after work, you cry out that you’re tired. It’s neither right nor that. You’re tired at work, but I’m not tired at work? You don’t do as much as I do. Why do you say I’m tired? ?”

The more Ding Rui talked, the angrier she became, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

Seeing his wife shed tears, Song Song's anger disappeared immediately, but his mouth was not soft at all: "Forget it, I don't want to tell you anymore, I'm too tired!"

After saying that, Song Song opened the door and left the bedroom, hid on the balcony of the living room, lay down by the window and lit a cigarette, trying to calm down.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt suffocated, how could he be calm?
After four years of marriage, the fiery passion has long been extinguished by the ordinary life and heavy work pressure.

Especially after having a child, Ding Rui's attitude towards him became more and more indifferent, and the life of husband and wife began to become disharmonious, with fewer and fewer common topics, and quarrels would occur if there was any disagreement.Relatively silent when eating, sleeping with backs to backs, waking up and going out in a hurry, returning home from get off work, each facing their mobile phones...

Previously, Song Song thought that the child had taken away too much of Ding Rui's energy, and she was still depressed and had some helpless understanding.

But after sending the child back to her hometown to take care of her parents, Ding Rui is still like this, holding a mobile phone every day, either shopping online or watching short videos, and still often turns a blind eye to Song Song.

This way of getting along is terrible. The two of them are like two lonely ghosts living under the same roof. How can they be like a loving couple?
tired!Tired!Tired!

Song Song scratched his head and couldn't figure out how the girl who was once so considerate, gentle, and quiet became like this.

How beautiful she used to be!

Song Song looked at the cigarette wrapped around his fingertips, staring at the hot cigarette butt, but his thoughts spanned time and space and flew to the university campus many years ago.

Floral dress, smiling like a flower, soft-spoken, elegant in gestures, every frown and smile is fascinating...

I really hope she can change back to her original appearance!
Unknowingly, the cigarette on Song Song's fingertips burned to the filter tip, long ash hung crookedly, and the burned cigarette had a very choking burnt smell.

Song Song turned back to find the ashtray, raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette but was shocked to find that the cigarette could not be extinguished, and the burnt smoke was rising more and more.

The thick smoke gathered but did not disperse, and unexpectedly condensed into an erratic skull.

There is a faint fluorescent light around the skull, which further highlights its pair of creepy black eye holes. Its jaws open and close up and down, making a "click" sound, as if about to bite someone.

Song Song screamed, and the ashtray fell to the ground.He backed away in horror, only to find that he was already in the corner and had nowhere to hide.

"You don't need to express your position, let alone say anything." The smoke skeleton suddenly spoke human words, and the voice sounded like a man and a woman speaking at the same time: "I have heard your appeal; I have felt your desire. Then continue Come on down, welcome to join the 'Wife Transformation Project'! Enjoy God's gift to the fullest!"

At this time, Song Song's mind was blank. He wanted to run away, but his legs and arms seemed to be bound by invisible ropes, and he couldn't move at all; he wanted to call for help, but his mouth seemed to be glued together. The tongue is also as heavy as a thousand catties, and he can barely make a "woo woo" sound with his throat.

It was like a nightmare, but the terrifying scene in front of him was so real.

Sweat dripped from Song Song's forehead, his eyes were wide open, and his whole body trembled violently. No matter how hard he tried, his body still couldn't follow the command of his brain. He could only watch the skull getting closer and closer in horror.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening and footsteps came from the direction of the bedroom.

Ding Rui must have come out!
Song Song did not know where the strength erupted, but he yelled "ah", and then his brain regained command of his body, and he finally stood up.

Almost at the same time, with a crisp sound of "pop", the light in the living room was turned on, and the light instantly drove away the oppressive darkness, leaving only Song Song, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily, looking around blankly.

The skull turned into smoke has disappeared, the ashtray is lying on the ground, the disgusting ash and cigarette butts are scattered all over the ground, and the scene is a mess.

"What are you doing?" Ding Ruigang was startled by Song Song's shout, and then looked at this scene. Although he spoke harshly, his eyes looking at Song Song were full of worry.

Song Song bent over, supported his knees with his left hand, waved his right hand at Ding Rui, and said out of breath, "Go back to the bedroom first, and I'll clean it up."

"What the hell are you doing? What do you want to do? If you don't feel well, let's go to the hospital..." Ding Rui was really frightened. She had never seen Song Song like this before.

Song Song interrupted impatiently: "I'm fine! You go back to the bedroom first!"

Ding Rui bit her lower lip, stared at Song Song with a complicated expression for a few more seconds, and then turned back to the bedroom angrily.

After hearing the door slamming heavily from the direction of the bedroom, Song Song heaved a sigh of relief, but his nerves were still tense.Thinking back on what happened just now, he began to doubt the authenticity of all of this.

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a good rest recently and is under too much work pressure, so I’m hallucinating?

right!It must be so!

Song Song secretly said this to himself, and at the same time found a broom and a dustpan to clean up the filth all over the floor.He dumped the dirt into the trash can, took out the trash bag and fastened it, and put the bag of trash at the gate.

After being busy for a while, Song Song calmed down a lot.

He looked up at the time hanging on the wall, and found that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

never mind!Let me get some takeout!
well!I’ve really eaten enough, turning over and over again all those things. How can I cook my own food?
Moreover, takeout is not cheap. Most of the two people’s wages are sent to their hometown. If the remaining pitiful living expenses are spent on takeout, what else will they use to buy a car or a house?
Song Song sat down on the sofa in the living room, took out his mobile phone and was about to choose a meal, when he suddenly noticed a transparent light blue light screen appeared in front of him, just like a holographic projection control screen in a science fiction movie.

He blinked vigorously and shook his head vigorously, but the light curtain followed him like a shadow, and was always in front of his eyes. Not only did it show no signs of disappearing, but it became clearer and clearer.

Song Song slowly raised his head, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and tentatively stretched out his index finger to touch the light curtain lightly, and then there was a slight tingling sensation from the fingertip, and the place where the light curtain was touched Ripples are created like water droplets falling on the surface of a lake.

When the ripples were rising, the recognizable voice of the smoky skull sounded in Song Song's ears: "Welcome to the 'Wife Transformation Project'! The rules are very simple, as long as you complete the task, you can get attribute points. Feel free to add it to your wife’s talent tree or various basic attributes. Enjoy God’s gift!”

(End of this chapter)