conspirator's love

Sitting on the sofa, Dialect finished stitching the last stitch on her husband's Armani suit, buttoned it up, lifted the clothes up and took a look at her own results. Like every virtuous and virtuous housewife, imagine wearing a slim suit on her husband She smiled contentedly, hung the suit on the hanger properly, and took another look at the three characters of bastard nailed on the back of the suit with a striking red thread, especially the yellow thread next to the word egg. An egg, the densely packed stitches guarantee that it won't kill him.After successfully scrapping his suit, she cracked two more eggs into his leather shoes.When he comes back from a business trip the day after tomorrow, it may take two days before he finds out that the eggs may stink up his nose.

After finishing all this, she began to dress herself up, carefully outlined her outline with a foundation brush, evenly applied blush and eye shadow to the grooves of her skin, and examined her face as if she were painting an oil painting. 28 years old, this face doesn't seem to have changed much from two years ago, the only change is that the anger in my heart is sweeping me, and there seems to be a different dialect clamoring to come out.

After packing up, she packed her suitcase and looked back at the home where she had lived for two years, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart. She has lived for 27 years and has always been an obedient daughter and a gentle and considerate wife, but she is not herself.She slammed the door with a slam, walked into the cold wind with a burst of anger, walked for a while, and walked into the cafe in the business district under the eyes of passers-by.Yeah, the woman in stockings in February, either her head is broken or she is too boring, it is worth watching, but she needs this kind of cold to cool herself down now, she stared hard at a staring at him The man in glasses looking at his legs turned his head away, staring at him and blushing.

Dialect sits in front of the French windows of the cafe, and outside the window is the square of the shopping center. There are several couples sitting by the fountain in the square, and a few children are feeding the pigeons in the square. People who come and go have relaxed expressions on their faces. Look, enjoying this sunny weekend afternoon to the fullest.

Dialect looked at her phone, there were still 10 minutes before the appointed time, she picked up the teacup and took a big sip.After all, it was the first time in her life, and she suddenly felt uneasy.When Fang Yan put down the teacup as big as a face plate, she turned her head and found a face looking straight at her in front of the French window. She gulped down the tea with difficulty, this face was so close , almost only separated by a pane of glass.Those eyes were long and narrow, and there was a small mole under the corner of the eyes. The eyes were full of provocative examination, followed by a slight smile at the corner of the mouth.Fang Yan felt his heartbeat suddenly stop.She couldn't help cursing in her heart, dialect, you supported me.

While Fang Yan was actively constructing her mind, the person in front of the window had already walked in, "Dialect?" The visitor asked tentatively, Fang Yan nodded, and the other party pulled out a chair and sat opposite her.The moment they looked at each other silently, the waiter brought the menu in a timely manner, "a sandwich, a Caesar salad, and a cup of latte." I'm almost starving to death." The tone was friendly as if they were not meeting for the first time, but old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

The person on the opposite side looked at the dialect box again and said, "Hey, this is the time to get married."

The dialect got angry for a moment, she raised her teacup and took another sip, and said, "It's not thanks to you, in fact, I just want to see who is so powerful that Zhang Zilu, who is cold and cold, wants to divorce. "

The corner of the mouth of the person on the opposite side twitched slightly: "We're just playing around, the divorce is because he's not clear about it." Looking up and down the dialect, the visitor sneered, "To be honest, he's not good enough for you, just for three seconds Man, where did you see him?"

Dialect was so angry that the hand holding the cup trembled, and the lines that had been rehearsed many times in her heart were overwhelmed with anger, "You..." She suddenly raised her hand with a heat in her head, and the tea in the cup was splashed on the ground. people face.

It's a pity that the tea was drank by the dialect and there was only half a cup left, which was not enough to water her down.Red tea trickled down her hair.In this way, the man was still able to laugh under the gaze of the whole cafe, picked up a tissue generously, and calmly dried the tea on his face and head, and now he was stunned by the dialect.She took out her pocket and said, "My name is Mo Jiaxin, do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" Before the dialect could react, she took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, took out one and silently lit it. , the slender women's cigarettes are clamped on her fingertips, which makes her slender fingers even more.

At this moment, the waiter seemed to come to the rescue, and promptly brought out sandwiches and salads.Glancing at the dialect's face, he turned his head and backed away.Mo Jiaxin held the filter tip between her scarlet lips, and unhurriedly took off her leather jacket, revealing the same scarlet slim dress underneath.She picked up the sandwich with her left hand and took a bite.Fang Yan stared at her and suddenly felt familiar: "Have I seen you before?"

Mo Jiaxin didn't answer, but took a puff of cigarette and said, "Even if you don't come to see me today, Zhang Zilu and I have broken up."

After pouring half a cup of tea, the anger in the dialect dissipated a lot, and instead she calmed down, especially looking at Mo Jiaxin's face, she thought that if she was a man, she would be attracted too.It's not about how beautiful she is, but Mo Jiaxin has a careless demeanor, as if nothing is a big deal, making people relax in front of her unconsciously.She wanted to get angry at her, but she accepted it as if she had hit the cotton with her fist.

"Then why did you come out to see me?" Dialect asked.

"Because you told me that your name is dialect. We slept with a man and wanted to compete with me. It's because of this sentence. I'm interested in you. Hehehe..." She laughed, and the mole at the corner of her eye slightly One move, with three points of charm. "You talk like a punk and look like a nice girl. You're so split."

Dialect's eyelids twitched, he had done a lot of outrageous things recently.That day, I drank half a bottle of red wine at home and sent Mo Jiaxin a WeChat message in a dizzy mood.Afterwards, she also regretted a little. After all, although she and Zhang Zilu got along fairly harmoniously in the past two years from the blind date to the marriage, it was not a deep relationship. They were just partners who lived together.Now the partner of the partnership wants to unilaterally tear up the contract. Although Dialect, who thinks he has no fault, is a little annoyed, it is not to the point of tearing it up for a scumbag and a mistress.But now that she has made an appointment, she can't let this wicked woman look down on her.This is the so-called "lose people don't lose array".Dialect tilted the table with his index finger and said, "Give me a cigarette!"

Mo Jiaxin took out a cigarette and threw it to her across the table, and thoughtfully lit it for her. The moment the two got together, it made people think that these two were just girlfriends who had a little temper tantrum.

I don't know if it's because they are afraid that the two will splash each other and a more intense conflict will break out, but the coffee has not been served for a long time.The waiter hid behind the counter and half-hid his face, watching the two women.

The last time I smoked was when I was a teenager. Because of curiosity, I took half of a cigarette from my cousin during the summer vacation. The feeling was not good, but there was a kind of excitement to do bad things.Relying on the smoking skills taught by his cousin in memory, Fang Yan took a deep puff of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke ring with his mouth, and the smoke floated towards the person opposite.

Mo Jiaxin picked up the salad with a fork and started to eat it, squinting at her, as if she was looking at a dish she had never seen before.

Fang Yan found some feeling, and took another deep breath, this time a little harder, and poured it into his lungs in one breath.She choked and covered her mouth and coughed.

"Come and add some water!" Mo Jiaxin greeted the waiter, and the waiter trotted over and refilled the tea for the dialect. In the mood of pity and pity, he served half a cup of tea on his own initiative, and the rest was ice cubes. He was probably afraid that she would do the same old trick again, and then splash the face of the beautiful woman across from her.Dialect looked at him and rolled his eyes.

Mo Jiaxin laughed, "Where's my coffee?"

"We only have iced coffee now." The little brother added thoughtfully.

"Alright, let's go." The little brother got the order and ran back to the counter to pour coffee.

"Don't you think your behavior is immoral?" Fang Yan said looking directly at Mo Jiaxin.

"Who is immoral? Marriage without love is immoral! What are you planning? Do you also regard marriage as long-term prostitution?" One sentence almost suffocated the dialect on the spot.

"You are really a thief shouting "stop thief!" Fang Yan flicked the table with his right hand holding a cigarette, and a cluster of soot fell on the table, "How do you know if we are in love?"

"You can ask yourself? Whether I am sorry to others or not, at least I am worthy of myself, how about you? Can you say that you are worthy of yourself? You know best what happened to you and Zhang Zilu, right?" While speaking to me, Mo Jiaxin ate the sandwich in two mouthfuls. She picked up the half cup of dialect tea and drank it without flinching.

The dialect was completely speechless after being asked by her.After being stunned for a while, she realized: "Are we talking about the same thing? At least I'm not the one who cheated on the married man."

At this moment, the waiter boy appeared with an iced latte. He glanced at the cigarette ash on the table in distaste, and said to Yan Yan, "This is a non-smoking area, please don't smoke here. It will cause others to smoke second-hand smoke." , This is very immoral." Fang Yan glared at him bitterly, where did you die when the beauty across from you was smoking, jump out at this time, don't look at your face and stand in line, okay, I am the representative of justice.

The little brother took out the cigarette in her hand and turned away arrogantly.The dialect's gunfire immediately shifted its aim, and his eyes followed the little brother.Mo Jiaxin picked up the coffee to cover up her smile, pretended to take a sip and said, "Let's go, let's move to a more comfortable place, and I'll be educated."

Fang Yan nodded, and decided to break up with her in the spirit of curing diseases and saving lives.

After drinking for three rounds, the debate between the two has no clear direction, and the dialect representing justice has become like a peach blossom in this pleasant little wine, regardless of north and south.From the immorality of cheating or the immorality of a loveless marriage, the two have been discussing whether sex is a necessity of marriage, the inferiority of men, which is more unbearable, mental cheating or physical cheating, which kind of wine is better, and what side dishes to drink with More suitable for waiting topics.

The top-heavy dialect sang along with the radio all the way in the taxi. After singing, he yelled that the instructor wanted to choose me, and he had to ask the driver to turn his seat around.

Mo Jiaxin turned from the opposite of justice directly into a movable support for dialect. She buried her head between Mo Jiaxin's neck, muttering words, and the warm sniffing on the side of the ear brought itchy touch, and the whole body hung on the On Mo Jiaxin.Thanks to the taxi driver's help in carrying dialect's pink suitcase to the elevator, Mo Jiaxin managed to force this octopus-like drunk into the house.When she fell on the sofa like this, the octopus' saliva wiped her neck.

But no matter how much she pulled, the octopus refused to get off her neck, and it was so powerful that Mo Jiaxin had no choice but to give up the plan of abandoning the corpse on the sofa, and dragged the heavy scarf into the bedroom, and fell down together. Make do with a night in bed.

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you." Halfway through the sleep, the octopus next to her finally let go of her strangled tentacles, but suddenly yelled, kicked and kicked Mo Jiaxin awake come over.She turned on the desk lamp and turned her face closer to see that someone was drooling at the corner of her mouth and fell asleep muttering again.She sighed helplessly, "Okay, I'm sorry, I owe you." But she didn't move her face away, but moved closer, her eyes seemed to be staring at a piece of cake, looking It depends on where to start.

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