poor house

If Wu Xie really can't solve it, then I will definitely not let him suffer any harm.

Taking off his coat and falling on the bed, Wu Xie smelled the faint scent of lemon on the sheets and quilt, and always felt as if Zhang Qiling was by his side.

It's been almost two years since we slept together in the same bed. From the beginning, we were a little uncomfortable with each other, and now we can hardly sleep without each other. Wu Xie can't explain why he loves this man so much.After taking a deep breath of the smell on the pillow, she blushed and remembered that this pillow was placed on her waist when she was exercising last night.

He yawned heavily and rolled over on the bed, Wu Xie was almost killed by the camera that was casually thrown on the bed.He hugged the camera distressedly to check whether the lens was crushed, but the moment he touched the cold body, he remembered what happened in the morning.

Why did that wig get into his hands for no reason?Why is it worn on the woman's head and can't be taken off?I didn't see any unclean things appearing near the set in the morning, but can such a thing really be done by humans?

The more I thought about it, the more weird it became, and while my back felt cold, sleepiness also surged into Wu Xie's thoughts aggressively again.Holding the quilt and wrapping herself up, Wu Xie already knew what she might see in the dream later.But now, I have nothing to fear.

In the magnificent and large bedroom, the obscene (Baidu) voices of men and women having sex are ringing out one after another.The lace curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out all outside light.The dim bedside lamp was lit with dark red fluorescent light, which, together with the sticky panting, seemed to add to the spring scenery of the room.

The chestnut wavy curly hair kept swaying with the movements of the woman standing upright, like waves surging one after another.The quiet light reflected under the dark red light made the woman's young and slightly drunken face more sexy and charming.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect this wig to suit you!" The middle-aged man lying on the bed kept on dressing, his bare stomach was covered with greasy fat, and it hung heavily on both sides of his waist.

"I think it's pretty too~ It's so strange that I can't get it off~" The naked woman brushed her long hair coquettishly and said with winking eyes. "But husband, it's fine if you like it~"

"I like it, of course I like it~ You annoying little thing, you're going to like me to death~" He hugged the young woman half-kneeling on him violently, and the middle-aged man pressed her under him and rushed.After the strenuous exercise, he let out a long sigh of relief and fell to the side, still curling up the fragrant wig in his hands, teasing the pink-faced person beside the pillow.

"Like me so much, when will you go get a marriage certificate with me~" With her arms half sideways beside the man, the young woman's face was full of invitation-like temptation.

"Didn't I already go to take wedding photos with you?" As if he was reluctant to mention this topic, a trace of displeasure appeared on the fat face of the middle-aged man.

"The wedding photo shoot didn't work out, and it hurt me so much in the morning." The woman pouted aggrievedly, and said relentlessly, "I don't care, when did you divorce your wife?"

"Wait a little longer, next year, I promise to marry you next year." The man stroked the young woman's shoulder and said soothingly, "Be more patient."

"Wait, wait, you wanted me to wait a year ago, and now you want me to wait!" Sitting up abruptly, the woman felt her scalp severly hurt because the middle-aged man was still pulling her wig. "Hiss—it hurts!"

"Are you okay?" He sat up worriedly, and the middle-aged man looked at the woman who was about to cry, and his eyes fell on her graceful body again.Recalling my old wife who looked like a yellow-faced woman at home, I sighed and said, "I promise you this time, we will get a divorce at the end of the year. Look, I even bought you a house, and you still don't believe me Is it?"

"Hmph." With a pouting grunt, the grievance on the woman's face finally eased. "That's what you said. If you don't divorce her by the end of the year, I'll go to your house to find her!"

"My little aunt, please don't make trouble for me!" The man's expression changed a little hastily, "If you get into trouble, you won't be able to leave!"

"Just kidding, it looks like you're scared." She glanced at the fat belly of the middle-aged man with disdain, and the woman looked at the pussy scattered on the bed.Suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable in my heart, I brushed back the wig that was stuck to my back with sweat, stood up and put on my nightgown. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Lustful hands caressed that plump buttocks again, and the middle-aged man smiled wretchedly.

"I hate it." She opened the hand pretending to be coquettish, but the sly smile on the woman's face turned into a disgusted and contemptuous expression the moment she turned around.

Disgusting man.If it weren't for your fortune, who would want to sleep with you, an old thing who is still on drugs.

The sound of splashing water accompanied by misty mist filled the entire bathroom in an instant, and the frosted glass door was carefully closed by the woman.The water vapor in the completely enclosed space evaporated more and more, and even the mirror was covered with a layer of white mist.

While putting the water on, she looked at her waist-length curly hair in the mirror. The woman smiled lightly and made a few movements with her curly hair. Looking at the beautiful young face in the mirror, her expression was full of pride.

It's okay if this old guy really doesn't want to marry him, anyway, there are too many rich men these days.As long as you want, you can go to those young tall, handsome and rich, why bother to work hard on this old man.If it wasn't because of his bad heart, he might die suddenly while exercising at any time, who would want to pester him to get married all day long, and give him medicine to make him love himself.

Putting down the long, greasy hair in her hands, the woman turned her head and glanced at the bathtub that was not filled with water, and reached behind her head to touch the hair buttons of the wig.

The high water temperature seemed to have evaporated a lot of the air in the bathroom. The pale light shone on the same pale walls and tiles, and the light refracted back and forth became even colder.Frowning, she looked at the mirror covered with moisture again, and the woman stretched out her hand to rub it, but was startled by the icy cold touch in her palm, and suddenly withdrew her hand.

How could it be so cold.

The cold and wet touch still remained on the fingertips, the woman turned her head and glanced at the figure who appeared outside the frosted glass at some time, curled her lips and secretly thanked herself for locking the bathroom door.Otherwise, if that old thing comes in, he will have to toss him again.

Turning back to look in the mirror and continuing to untie the wig on her head, the woman turned her head to look at the long hair hanging down to her chest in the mirror, and put it behind her head as if it was a little annoying.

Strange, where is the hair button of this wig?

I felt around my scalp, and I could clearly feel the bandage wrapped around the edge of my hairline, but I couldn't touch the damn button.How on earth did I put this wig on in the morning?The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, the woman simply gathered her hair to the top of her head and twisted it into a handful, trying to pull the wig off directly.

"Ah——" The sharp pain pierced into the depths of her brain in an instant with the pulling motion of her hands. The woman looked in surprise at the wig that was obviously entangled with a hairnet in the mirror, and it seemed to grow into her scalp. Can't pull it off at all.

The water in the bathtub has gradually overflowed the edge, and the misty heat has dissipated at some point, replaced by a chill after the heat gradually cools down.The woman in a thin nightgown trembled involuntarily, holding the edge of the cold pool close to the mirror with one hand, and groping the hairline of her forehead with the other hand, trying to find the gap where the wig was attached.

I couldn’t take it off during the day and thought it was really too messy to wear. At that time, there were too many people and I was worried that someone my old wife knew would see it, so I just came back wearing a wig.But isn't it too much hairspray?Why does it hurt even when I pull it lightly? !

The lower and lower temperature caused the woman's exhaled gas to condense into water mist on the mirror. The woman who was trembling all over her body finally realized that the temperature in the bathroom was wrong. She turned around and wanted to pull the door of the bathroom. After pushing it twice, there was no gap.

what happened?The door is locked from the outside?Impossible, this door only has a lock on the inside!

After making sure that she had unlocked it, the woman held the doorknob tightly with both hands and pushed it to the right, but the frosted door was still firmly closed, as if it had been welded to death.

"Husband! Husband, come and help me open the door!" The woman in a panic slapped on the door and screamed in horror. The figure standing outside the door before was nowhere to be seen. Not moving at all. "Husband! Hurry up, Husband!!"

The sound of splashing water covered the woman's sharp cries, and the overhead light was still pale, like a staring white eye, wanting to see clearly what happened in this bathroom.A bathtub full of water finally overflowed the brim, pattering over the entire ground.

The cold water stimulated the woman to tremble even more, and she was spinning back and forth in the bathroom at a loss, not knowing what to do.The wig on the head brushed past the ankles from time to time, and it was even more uncomfortable to stick to the legs after being soaked in cold water.

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ankle? !

Suddenly lowering her head to look at the maroon wig that had fallen to the ground at some point, the woman's eyes widened in horror.This wig was invented to only reach his waist, why is it so long now?why, for