pregnant before divorce

He was very happy the day before yesterday. I saw him smiling all over his face as soon as I got home, as if something good happened.

He was also very happy the day before yesterday. I just came home and saw the same smile on his face as the day before. It must be a good thing.

He was happier yesterday. When I went out in the morning, I saw him on the phone. I eavesdropped. I know, eavesdropping is not good.

But I can't help it, just like Schrödinger's cat, I'm too curious.

Think about it, the man who has been sleeping with you for two years suddenly has another expression on his face that you have never seen before, wouldn't you want to find out?

Can bear it!blow!

At that time, I pretended not to care and walked back and forth behind him several times, and finally heard clearly intermittently that he was going to go to the bar secretly with his friends behind my back.

My God, I admit that my mood fluctuated a little at the time, the bar, I have never been to that kind of place since I was a child.

My elder sister won't let me go.

My elder brother won't take me there.

After 24 years of asceticism, when I heard that he was going to the bar, a seed of curiosity sprouted in my heart.

Keep fermenting in my heart, keep growing, keep growing, keep growing...

I was fidgeting all day in the office, and my buttocks seemed to have hemorrhoids.

I can't see the file

I can't keep working.

The rice is also tasteless.

He is like a gopher jumping up and down in my mind. My brain is full of gopher holes. In every gopher hole, there is a Lin Yuan. He jumps out of this hole for a while, and from another hole for a while. Drilling and indenting made me curious:

What is he doing, is he going to a bar?

What is he doing now, has he set off?

What is he doing, already drinking?

The hand that touched the phone picked it up and put it down, put it down and picked it up, over and over again.

I am so tangled, I am so annoyed, I am so at a loss, I am so at a loss...

I don't want to admit it at all, I want to call and ask him to pick me up, and I want to go too.

I stayed at the office until five o'clock, I couldn't bear it anymore, and asked Xiaojiang to drive my car home.

I took a taxi to the Huanyu Center, and just in time I saw him coming out with a man, and they got into the car with a smile on their faces.

I followed them like a drug-sniffer dog. The journey was full of dangers, and my mood was in turmoil. I followed them to a place called "Shengjing".

When I went in, I stayed. In order to show my literary literacy, I decided to use a poem to express what I saw at the time: the random flowers gradually become charming eyes.

So many lights.

light on head

There are lights on the ground.

There are lights on the left.

There are lights on the right.

And I'm exposed to the lights like a superstar.

All of a sudden, the siren rang in my mind, no, if this continues, I will be discovered.

My brain made an action in 0 seconds, quickly seized the wall, and walked slowly with my back against the wall.

At this time, I thought of Kuang Heng, if I could also chisel the wall to steal the light, I would be able to chisel the wall.

But I don't steal light, I steal people—cross it out, I steal excitement.

From a drug dog to a gecko, I found a hidden location where I couldn't be found, and ordered a cup of chrysanthemum and wolfberry tea.By the way, I want to insert a digression here, why did the waiter look at me inexplicably after I finished speaking-cross it out, don't write about him, the guy who wasted my feelings.

I locked on Lin Yu'an's location, and took out my astronomical telescope.

He drank and chatted with his friends. The live music was too loud. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I could see that he was very happy.

They are so good at chatting, I refilled several second cups, finished the goji berries in the cup and prepared to eat chrysanthemums, and they were still chatting.

I waited drowsily, dying, waiting until all the flowers Jacky Cheung had planted faded away. Suddenly, at this moment, they got up.

Immediately, my spirits lifted, I raised my binoculars and saw his friends leaving one by one, Lin Yuan still drank again, he thought he was Li Bai, he was so drunk that he could improvise!

I scratched my head and then scratched my heart, watching him drink cup by cup, I wanted to drink too.

So I asked the waiter just now to make me a pot of tea, he poured a cup, I also poured a cup, he took a sip, I drank a cup.

It's not that I want to be strong, it's that I don't want to bully him.

He respects the sun, I respect the moonlight, he respects tomorrow, I respect the past, he respects the sky, and I respect the earth.

There was no suspense about what happened afterwards.

I, who is well versed in the culture of drinking tables, are ten meters apart, poured Lin Yuan down with medlar and chrysanthemum tea.

I can't believe it, I put Lin Yuan down, haha.Before I opened my mouth and started laughing, I realized a very serious problem.

He's so drunk, who's going to get him back?

If I walk away and leave him in the land of tigers and wolves, then my conscience will be condemned. After all, I got him drunk. I am annoyed and remorseful.

Why should I do this to him!

In a flash, what should I do if someone cuts his waist with a knife? !

What if I find a finger on my dinner plate tomorrow morning when I eat breakfast? !

In this kind of reverie where dangers surround him and he cannot escape, he can only succumb to the cruel fate.

I started scratching my head, scratching my heart, scratching my liver again. I was so entangled that I couldn't do anything——

The minister went.

This trip is a lifetime.

I started to approach him with high concentration, I was afraid, in case he recognized me, how should I explain all this?

I thought about it and thought of a good way to wrap my head with clothes. I am really a clever little guy who doesn't understand.

I walked slowly behind his sofa, feeling uneasy in my heart for 3 minutes.

Only then did I survey the enemy's situation from behind, and then I changed my position very quickly, and got under the stool to look at him.

Stick to the ceiling and watch him.

Dump it on the light bulb to watch him.

PS: Exaggerated rhetorical techniques are used here. I hope you can keep up with the literary thinking of Han, contemporary Lu Xun and Dongyang.

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Within 1 minute, 360 degrees, I watched him from different directions, different angles and different postures.

After confirming that he was really drunk, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I carefully lifted him from his seat.

As a result, at this moment, he opened his eyes.

My limbs became stiff in an instant, and my brain degenerated at the speed of light to the era of cold weapons. I raced against time to search for words to explain all this:·········

Before it was my turn to speak, he actually smiled at me.

I told myself in my heart, calm down, calm down, calm down, I said it was a chance encounter, a coincidence, a fate.

Just as he was about to explain, he smiled and leaned close to my ear and said something to me

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I swear, if time could turn back.

I should have just crawled down the road home instead of holding him up here.

At that moment, I seemed to be transformed into a lightning rod, soaring into the sky, and then the wind, rain, thunder and lightning from the three realms struck me in an instant, making me burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, crispy and delicious.

Lin, Yu, An, Invite, Please, Me, Go, Open, Room.

I can't believe it, I can't believe it, I panic.

Instantly helpless.

Seconds become confused.

Very hesitant.

But in the depths of my heart, I cried silently:

Open room, what to do.

What can two men do to open a room?

Explore life!

Let's look forward to the future together!

Talk about the stars and the sea all night long!

Or stay up all night with him to make trouble!

I was so anxious that it seemed like I was about to have a threesome.

As a marionette, I supported him who was drunk as mud, and walked out with difficulty. My soul was split in two.

A little devil waved a black magic wand and shouted in my mind: Dongyang, you are already an adult, you have to be curious about the world, you have to follow the thoughts deep in your heart, and the ID card is in your wallet , as long as you look up, you can see a five-star hotel.

A little angel waved a magic wand of love and roared in my head: Dongyang, you can't go to the hotel, you can't get a room, you have to listen to your mother, you are still a baby, you have to go home.

Little Devil: Don't listen to him, listen to me, go, go, let Dad explore the mystery of how human beings reproduce.

Little Angel: Don't listen to his nonsense, go home, Dongyang, let's go, let's go home.

Finally, the little devil threw away the magic wand, and viciously pressed the little angel to the ground for a mosaic. The little angel cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound.

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That's right, the little angel lost.

With dull eyes and weak legs, I carried him to the hotel.

Along the way, the cold wind blew on my face, but failed to wake me up.

I was like a penguin leading my spouse down the path of criminal suicide.

This road is like a long march, and this road is the gate to a new world.

I wonder what the little devil is doing when he pushes the little angel to the ground.

Why they want mosaics, if they figured it out, I wouldn't be curious.

My mother is so angry that I want to drop my pen when I write this. I have read pure love novels in Jinjiang for five years. I am their high-level VIP consumer user. The domineering president flirted with the man.

But I don't know what exactly did the hero and the hero go to the hotel (go home) after they got drunk?

Lu Jinjiang, is this how you treat me as a VIP?Is my VIP not advanced enough?

Alas, no, I am the contemporary Han Luxun. I have only used one pen in my life. If I drop the pen, how can I condemn Lin Yuan for the sins he committed against me.

... I don't know how to write it, because I was exploring what happened to the male lead and the male lead to go to the hotel together. I was crying.

Blame me, blame me, blame me for entering the wrong website from the beginning.

I was too young and too frivolous.

When I read novels, I only recognize Jinjiang.

If I had been longma begonia from the very beginning, I might have tasted all kinds of forms in the world by now, how can I still be a weak and delicate flower?