Do you want to eat hot pot?

I finally understand that Fu Zhuqin is not worthy of my liking at all.

You still called Xiaoba in the middle of the night, damn it, I will send a text message to your Xiaojiu right now to make him make trouble for you.

Pooh!

I wondered where my phone was, turned around and walked out, and slammed against the door, my eyes filled with pain.

?

why?

Damn, why did you reveal your true body to me again?

door, i hate you.

Ohh Ohh ohh.

Fu Zhuqin also came over when he heard the movement, seeing me covering my head and screaming at him with tears, he laughed so hard that he wanted to fall down instead of helping me.

"Is it funny?" I scolded him.

He laughed again and trembled, "Okay hahahahahaha."

"Then laugh." I put down my hand covering my head, turned around and opened the door to go out.

He hurried over, grabbed my hand, and said with a smile: "I woke up in the middle of the night and found that I was gone, do you think I'm gone?"

I looked back at him and smiled, "No, I came downstairs to throw away the clothes you left here yesterday."

I looked at his face that suddenly sank and smiled very happily in my heart. Look, this man really has nothing to like, and he gets angry for such a trivial matter.

He frowned and asked, "Why do you look like this now?"

It's really baffling, what right does he have to question me?

I still smiled at him kindly, and comforted me: "Then what can I do, I am getting old, you are still young, make more good friends outside."

"What the hell are you talking about? Is this what I'm asking you?" He slammed my hand away, his face even more ugly.

I was pushed to a stagger by him, my complexion was not good, the fire in my heart seemed to burn the whole atrium.

"Why did I become like this? What the hell did you say about me?! Don't you fucking understand?" I yelled at him, my heart hurt so badly, the pain of burning was much worse than the pain of death.

Death doesn't hurt at all, it's the process that hurts.

I was killed by him, he is an idiot.

He stopped talking again, turned around and kicked over the boiling pot of porridge, then pulled me past me, and raised his voice, "How do I know what's going on with you?! You're talking about talking to a complaining woman all day long." Generally, when I see you at home, I am not in a good mood? Are you a woman? Women have the right to cry, do you have it? Do you deserve it? How old are you? Do you think you are 20 years old? Do you think you have the right to cry? How charming? Are you worthy of me now? Look at yourself, you are in the way, I dare not take you out, I feel ashamed, do you know what others say about you? Gu Yu, that old man What a naive trash, why are you still with him? Did you hear that, Gu Yu? You are a trash, and you like to be squeamish like women, look at yourself? What do you think you are?"

The aroma of porridge diffused throughout.

I sucked my nose, and suddenly shed two tears, the tears splashed from my eyes and slipped to the ground.

I said at the beginning that I was older than him, but he said it's okay, I will catch up with you.

I said at the beginning that I am worthless and I have achieved nothing, but what about the days and nights I spent with him in starting a business?Where did it go from the bottom of his heart?

I found out that this person is really not worthy of my liking.