There's Something Not Quite Right With My Lover

It's hard being sick.

Mr. Model seems to have been occupied by aliens. Although he still likes to kiss him every day after waking up and before going to bed, when he takes a nap and watches TV, it becomes very difficult for him to speak.

First of all, he won't let me work, even web conferencing, I'm going crazy, why doesn't he understand that if I don't make money, he won't have a house?

Second, he won't let me eat snacks.

I like to eat snacks very much. Potato chips, French fries, chicken wings and biscuits are my daily necessities. I can only eat them at home without any worries, but now I am deprived of them.

Is it intolerable or unbearable, I am also angry.

"Biscuits." I couldn't take my eyes off the Winnie the Pooh brand strawberry-flavored biscuits in Mr. Model's hand.

Mr. Model raised his eyebrows: "I can't eat it."

I!very!pregnancy!gas!

But I just can't lose my temper!Because Mr. Model is very courageous recently and will lose his temper with me!And when he loses his temper, he can only use the house!I'm a CEO with a lot of money!But I'm also a sensible president!I can't add unnecessary expenses!And I'm afraid that even the house won't be able to calm down Mr. Model!

I think I am the most wronged benefactor in the world.

I don't want to talk to Mr. Model at all, I really want to put that bag of cookies in his mouth so that he will not continue to ban my snacks and make me sad.

I was also sad when he said that.

It hurts me more if he doesn't talk.

I'm really sad right now.

I sullenly went back to the bedroom to read my financial book.

I am not angry.

I am not sad.

I have money.

I repeated these three sentences in my heart, back and forth, over and over again.

But I'm still not happy, I want to jump on the bed now.

I quickly took out the mirror I carried with me and took a look. It didn't matter, I still had a very serious face.

Put away the mirror, I continue to be unhappy.

Mr. Model walked in. He was still holding my biscuit in his hand. He lifted the quilt and sat on the bed with a calm face. He also turned on the TV to watch TV, which is still the shopping channel I hate the most.

Now my face is cold.

He is too much!

His wife is too much!

I decided that as soon as he made me angrier, I was going to fire him, put down my cookies, and get out of my house.

"An'an, come here." Mr. Model waved to me.

I don't want to go there at all.

"Come here and you can eat cookies." Mr. Model added.

I looked at the biscuits, I bought them last week, and there is only this box left, and the nearby supermarkets are also closed because of the Chinese New Year.

I reluctantly walked over.

Mr. Model immediately pulled me into bed.

"Don't stand by the window if you have a fever, huh?" He hugged me like an octopus again.

I was going to treat him coldly, but his voice is so nice, especially the 'um', so sexy.

The majestic benefactor is still an adult and forgets about the villain.

While tearing open the package, Mr. Model said to me: "You need to get better soon, I want you, very much."

I ate the biscuit with a dumb face.

This kind of person who is in love all the time and is cheeky and not ashamed is the model Mr. I keep.

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