conspirator's love

The dialect who didn't sleep well for a few days, finally relaxed after drinking a lot of wine, and fell asleep in the dark.When she woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day.She scratched her head and tried to recall what happened before the fragment, only to suddenly realize that she had actually gone deep into the tiger's den and entered the boudoir of her love rival.This discovery took her by surprise, and she almost swallowed her own tongue.

She looked around, the owner of the house is also different from ordinary people, just letting herself sleep here until she wakes up naturally, and has obviously gone out, she is not afraid that I will wreak havoc.

Dialect looked around the room while thinking.This is a small apartment, the white sheets and curtains are very small and fresh, the closet is full of trousers with holes and tops that save on fabric, the underwear is plain, there is no red or black lace imagined in the dialect, the living room Many lenses and cameras on the shelves indicate the occupation of the owner of the house, and there are several photos hanging on the wall, which are obviously the works of the owner.

This is?Fang Yan tilted his head and looked in front of the photo for a long time. A ray of light in front of the white curtain shone on a gully. The composition of the picture was very fresh and beautiful. "What the hell? It really is full of male robbers and female prostitutes." Dialect said angrily.

As the saying goes, if you don't go into the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs. Now that you have penetrated into the enemy's rear, it seems that you can't stop there if you don't do anything, so she opened the refrigerator and ate everything that could be eaten.I even cooked a large pot of Mala Tang with the hot pot seasoning in the refrigerator.

As soon as a bowl was served, the door lock clicked, and the owner of Mala Tang entered the room. Seeing the dialect, she didn't seem surprised at all. Malatang is brought to the table to enjoy.

It was originally a family, and the dialect could not raise objections to the ownership of this bowl of Malatang, so she yelled: "Have you washed your hands? Just eat! What hygiene habits!" Then she filled another bowl full and sat down to eat it too. stand up.

Fang Yan suddenly thought that if Zhang Zilu saw that the two of them not only did not fight for him, but also sat together and ate Mala Tang intimately, he didn't know how he would feel.It seems that although this man is hateful, the two of them don't seem to put him in an important position.The two years of married life have come to such an end, except for a little hurt self-esteem, maybe ending here is really a good start.

After eating a full stomach, the only thing to worry about is where to go.If you rashly go back to your natal family at this time, scaring your parents and not saying anything, I'm afraid this marriage will be inseparable.Dialect remembered that when he got married, his mother had set a major policy and said that the most important thing in a woman's life is not to get divorced. You see, one of those divorced women will end well.Compared with my mother's bitterness, if I get divorced, my father will probably break his legs.

And Zhang Zilu insisted on divorcing because of Mo Jiaxin, but judging by the girl's appearance, it seemed that she never thought of marrying him.

Even if he doesn't want to leave, my old lady doesn't want to live with him anymore. I'm not a fucking spare, and I can't live like this in the future.

Dialect was calculating in his head, while looking up and down Mo Jiaxin with a strange look, Mo Jiaxin was eating Malatang calmly, as if he hadn't seen the woman with a mouth full of red oil and a head like a chicken coop.

Mo Jiaxin got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of beer, and there was only beer left in the refrigerator.She shook her head and went back to the dining table, "You are too scary, you drank all the yogurt that was out of date in my refrigerator for a week. Didn't you say that people with hangovers have no appetite?"

Dialect's eyes widened. After thinking about divorce or not, expired yogurt, homelessness, who should be responsible for this, etc. in his head, he seemed to suddenly understand one thing: why should he Living without a fixed place and wandering around, shouldn't this person in front of him be responsible for the huge impact on himself for sleeping on his husband for nothing?And now she's making a fuss about me eating up her expired yogurt?But after all, Dialect was awake after twelve hours of sleep, and she couldn't say such nonsense, so she just said calmly, "I want to drink beer, too."

After drinking all the beer in the refrigerator, Fang Yan finally lay down on the bedroom floor in peace, and it seemed that he didn't have to worry about where to spend the night today.But her stomach couldn't take it anymore under the torment of expired yogurt, Mala Tang, and another round of beer. She crawled to the bathroom on all fours, hugged the toilet, and vomited cleanly.

Mo Jiaxin also followed, holding her hair with one hand and patting her back with the other.

After she finished vomiting, she sat on the bathroom floor, giggled suddenly, covered her face with her hands and said, "Mo Jiaxin, do you think I'm ashamed? I feel like I can't see anyone anymore."

Mo Jiaxin also sat down, took out a cigarette and started smoking, "Are you afraid that I will see you laughing?"

Dialect opened her fingers, revealing two eyeballs, "I don't know why, I'm really not afraid. I also have friends, but you are the only one I've seen all kinds of ugly faces." She pouted again: "I'm not afraid. I should hate you for truth and justice, why don't I hate you at all. What a fucking life!"

Mo Jiaxin lifted her up and said, "You can stay here, but can you take a shower before going to bed, it smells sour, like a stinky rag."

After getting acquainted with Mo Jiaxin, they slept together for two nights. What kind of abusive relationship this is, dialect can't figure it out with her alcoholic mind.But she knew that she didn't hate Mo Jiaxin. Although Mo Jiaxin's view of feelings had deviated, and the decadent bourgeois thought of instant pleasure had corroded her brain, Mo Jiaxin was not an annoying person, even It can be said that Zhang Zilu has a better appetite for dialects than Zhang Zilu.

In order to save this comrade, Fang Yan decided to live here for a while until he found a house. After all, he was a victim of her wrong values, so he could keep an eye on her not to continue on the wrong path after Zhang Zilu came back from a business trip. The two of them reached a consensus on a certain point, that is, Zhang Zilu's three-second man is really unacceptable.

After a showdown with his wife, Zhang Zilu, an executive of an advertising company, went home to check the results, and was delighted to find that the unsightly woman had finally tactfully disappeared from his life.Fortunately, this apartment is the pre-marital property, so I only need to lose half of my savings, and I can handle the divorce smoothly.

As soon as he got off the plane, he called Mo Jiaxin, but there was always no one answering the phone.

Mo Jiaxin is an independent photographer. In addition to commercial photography projects, she also takes on some private photography work.I got acquainted with Zhang Zilu during a shoot. After the shoot, the staff went to have a drink together. After that, Zhang Zilu fell in love with Mo Jiaxin, who has a charming appearance and a hearty personality. He feels that her gestures are full of charming women. Compared with his wife, Mo Jiaxin is like wine, and dialect is like dumpling soup.As a good wine, Mo Jiaxin is willing to buy it no matter how expensive it is, but the dialect is tasteless, and the dumpling shop gives it away for free, depending on whether there is a stomach.

After going to the company to deal with some trivial matters, he found an excuse and went straight to Mo Jiaxin's studio.Zhang Zilu knew the way very well, and he didn't need anyone to lead the way, so he went straight to the shooting room. He opened the door and looked in. Mo Jiaxin was wearing a pair of tight-fitting ripped jeans. His legs were slender and straight, and he was wearing a black leather jacket. With her hair tied loosely behind her head, she was looking down at a set of toys.

Zhang Zilu looked at her concentrating profile, and followed her body contours carefully, wanting to take a look at her soul.This woman exudes a unique sense of mystery all over her body.Makes people want to find out.Just like tasting red wine, you can't drink it in one gulp, you should smack it carefully in your mouth, if you know how to drink it, you have to taste it to see which region and year it is from.

He knocked lightly on the door twice, and Mo Jiaxin looked back at Zhang Zilu, "Why are you here?"

"I called, but you didn't answer it, so come and have a look." Zhang Zilu took off his sunglasses, "I miss you."

For his unabashed enthusiasm, Mo Jiaxin did not respond, but put down the camera, "Let's smoke a cigarette together!"

Mo Jiaxin took out a cigarette case from her pocket, leaned against the glass of the smoking room, picked up a cigarette with her long fingers, Zhang Zilu hurriedly took out a lighter and lit it for her.

"Busy? No time to answer my phone?" He watched Mo Jiaxin take a puff of cigarette, put one hand on the glass, as if he wanted to wrap Mo Jiaxin in his arms.

"It's actually not busy," Mo Jiaxin looked out the window, and there was a quiet gravel road outside the window, hidden among clumps of evergreen shrubs, "It's just...Mr. .”

Zhang Zilu put his face close to Mo Jiaxin, his breath could almost hit her face, "I want to turn this episode into the theme song of my life, what should I do?"

Mo Jiaxin pushed his chest with her hands, "I'm sorry, firstly, someone else has your theme song, secondly, it's not the time for the music show, and thirdly, I don't like it." Mo Jiaxin pushed away after finishing speaking He walked towards the door, "Mr. Zhang, I won't send it off."

"Jiaxin, I'm getting a divorce. I'm serious." When Mo Jiaxin heard this, she just waved her hand and left without looking back.

Zhang Zilu grinned, thinking that all women are so duplicity.

Love is bullshit.In Mo Jiaxin's mind, it's the same thing whether you are serious or not.To say that she is emotionally cynical would really do her wrong.Because along the way, she upholds a scientific attitude, treats every love affair as a chemical experiment that may explode at any time, and carefully adjusts the ratio of raw materials, but it is a pity that she is not that person, and it is always wrong.She can't put the slightest emotion on others.She is like a highly skilled singer, she can handle every vibrato and small pant very well, but there is no trace of her true feelings in this song with rich details and amazing melody.

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