The flash marriage lover who killed the emperor

Di Sikuang never knew that he would have a day to wait for someone, and it was still when he volunteered.

So this made him even more depressed.

"Damn it, those porters are fucking soft-footed shrimps! It takes so long to make a bed." The irritable Di Sikuang burst out a fluent three-character scripture.Even walking up and down in the room is not safe.

Recall the scene in the mall.

"Mei, I also bought the bed, and a porter will deliver it to the door according to the address in a while, let's go back!" Di Sikuang said to the man who was reloading the credit card.

"But I still have to go to the store." When he went to see it yesterday, it was almost finished, and it was estimated that it would be these two days.It is easy to do things if you have money, and the work can be completed in just a few days.What an efficiency.In today's society, the reality is that it is impossible to move an inch without money!Yan Qingmei felt a little emotional.

"How about this! I'll go back later, and I'll go find you after the bed is delivered and installed." Look at how caring he is!Di Xiangkuang praised himself, but he didn't expect that he really had the potential to be a good husband.

"Okay!" So Di Sikuang watched his lover get into the taxi, and waved goodbye to him with a smile.

But when he saw the taxi turning and disappearing, the self-indulgent Di Xiangkuang suddenly woke up.He forgot to ask Mei the address of that store, and now that everyone is gone, how do I find it!So when I took out my phone and was about to dial...

He was so manic that he dropped the expensive mobile phone, which can be said to be a limited edition in the world, and looked at the torn apart mobile phone parts.Di Sikuang returned home with a cold haze all over his body.Fortunately, Meiyou left the key, otherwise he would have to stand outside the room and wait without the phone number of the other party, but he can come in even without the key.

These are not the point, the point is......

"Don't come again, Ben..." Di Sikuang, who was about to get angry, had no chance to continue because the doorbell rang.It is estimated that the bed delivery came.It's really slow enough, why not send it over next year.

So a group of porters, under a pair of cold, violent and irritable eyes, set up the bed tremblingly, and they didn't even dare to make any loud noises, for fear of provoking someone who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. The owner of the house who does not send.

After the installation was completed, I couldn't wait to leave. The feeling of shuddering was really bad.

When the door was closed, Di Xiangkuang, who was sitting on the sofa, became even more agitated.

So quiet, really so quiet.The apartment has a comfortable seat, and is at the back of the park, so the noise from the cars on the street reaches very little.

The house is neither big nor small, it should be more than 150 square meters, and Di Sikuang, who is sitting on the sofa, is not used to the space without Yan Qingmei.The faint lemon fragrance also evaporated in the air even weaker, almost unscented.

Di Xiangkuang is very annoying and irritable.He even had the urge to kill, but he sat on the sofa inexplicably and did nothing, silently.Terribly depressing.

It was almost noon before he took any action. He walked to the landline and quickly dialed a number.

"Go back tomorrow and send a plane to the airport to pick me up, city A." When the call was connected, without waiting for the other party to speak, after explaining this, he hung up quickly, and then deleted the dialed number.

After doing this, I went back to my original position, sat, and waited... until evening.Patience is absolutely unprecedented and for the first time in my life.