Three years of licking a husband who can suddenly read my heart.
I don’t know anything about that, but I’m still trying to do something good.
After all, the more I licked, the more guilt he felt and the more compensation I got when I got divorced.
“Honey, can you join me tonight?” I’m sorry.
I knew you were going to meet your white moonlight. Go on, I’m going to live my night. _Other Organiser
I didn’t think Pao would have to see my night life.
One.
I looked myself in the mirror.
It’s a “good-for-good” outfit. It’s really nice and boring.
You’re a harmless daughter-in-law.
And this little white face.
I’m sure you’ll make Muzin feel guilty for his cheating man!
And when the door was pushed into it, We gathered away the proud expression, and it was as though it were a sheep.
“Honey. I’m sorry.
Muzin was too lazy to lift his head from the financial statements.
I put what was ready in his coat pocket, and I went to him: “Honey, can you spend the night with me?” I’m sorry.
Muzin looked up and was impatient.
Dog Man!
I’m your wife! _Other Organiser
You don’t want to bother with this little request! _Other Organiser
“What’s the sound?” I’m sorry.
I was confused and listened for a moment: “No sound. I’m sorry.
Muzin’s cold under his goldside glasses is cold eyes.
“I’m not going back tonight. I’m sorry.
I blinked and cried at a moment: “But I would love to meet you for the New Year.” I’m sorry.
[Dog Man] _Other Organiser
Not even an excuse? _Other Organiser
Heads up!
When you look up, my tears fall. _Other Organiser
Muzin really raised his head.
I don’t want him to see my vulnerability.
“Honey, you’re busy. If you’re still busy, go home. I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry.
I know you’re going to meet your moonlight tonight. _Other Organiser
Don’t worry, I don’t have time. _Other Organiser
It’s in your pocket. _Other Organiser
When you touch it at night, you’ll remember my tenderness and tolerance. _Other Organiser
I’m sorry, she knows everything. _Other Organiser
I know, but I don’t. It’s hard to understand. _Other Organiser
Whoa! _Other Organiser
I’m laughing inside!
Muzin covered his ears.
“I’m going first. I’m sorry.
I gotta turn around.
Let’s go! Yeah, yeah!
Two.
I’ve been in this bloody novel for three years.
The owner is a woman.
She left the country after her husband Muzin broke up in pursuit of her dream.
Muzin got married to a girl from my family.
The Lord loved Muzin and knew the power of the moon.
She therefore did everything she could to stay with Muzin forever.
For example, he was drugged to try to get pregnant, his e-mail sent to him was deleted, and she was framed and injured when he returned.
In the end, the original owner was evicted from his house by Muzin, who had endured no tolerance.
Unlike God, I don’t love Muzin through, but I love his money.
As it was written in the original book, Muzin had no love for his father, but was guilty and decided to divide half of his assets on the day he decided to divorce.
But the Gods were so annoying that Muzin’s patience was exhausted that they finally got a million.
That’s not enough for me!
I have therefore adhered to my responsibilities over the past three years, and I have worked hard to make peace between men and women.
Muzin feels twice as guilty to me, and I get twice as much money for my divorce!
I went home, changed to my new spicy suit and started dressing up.
Short skirts with hips and legs and Martin’s shoes.
And a peach make-up and a big wave.
This is not necessarily a man, but a woman.
Go paste the pretty girls!
I took the black coat and the new fragrance bag and I went out happy.
Open the door and see a cold face.
Muzin stood outside the door and looked me up and down a couple of times and flashed under the glasses.
“Where are you going? I’m sorry.
3
See you out there, shit. _Other Organiser
The wind outside the door blows and my heart blows cold.
I put my coat in front of me, trying to cover up something that doesn’t fit.
“I thought you said you weren’t coming back tonight. I’m sorry.
Muzin doesn’t seem to care what I’m wearing.
He came in sideways and took the door with him.
And Muzin bowed and changed his shoes: “There was a due, and I pushed.” It’s the first time you’ve asked me to get married for three years, and I can’t resist it. I’m sorry.
I’ve got a powerful vibrating cell phone, and it’s all sisters’ lives.
Am I smart enough to throw stones at my feet? _Other Organiser
I was upset to see Muzin’s hand in his coat pocket.
Unh! _Other Organiser
He looked at his little raincoat with a confused face.
I said, “I didn’t release it.” I’m sorry.
I really want to slap myself!
Mouzin smiled, “No self-incriminating.” I’m sorry.
He comes step by step, I step by step back.
“It’s my problem. The obligation to be a husband has not been fulfilled for three years. I’m sorry.
I went back to the table, leaned back, and the fork on my thigh went further.
Muzin moved down the line of sight and the temperature around him rose sharply.
I understand. _Other Organiser
[And you’ll have to stay warm or she won’t let you.] _Other Organiser
He was so black, he suddenly started to undress.
The coat, the coat, the vest…
When he touched his belt, I screamed in my heart.
[Aaaargh]
How many pills did he take today? _Other Organiser
Door bang, open.
I looked around and stood at the door.
I’ve seen her a million times.
In Muzin’s phone.
Clear and elegant, High Ridge Flowers.
But at this moment, Muzin is left with a white shirt.
My hand touched my thigh.
4
“What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
He left a little, and I snuck out to watch the show.
“I want to see you.” You didn’t answer the phone and came here to see you I didn’t think it would be my birthday. I’m sorry.
I was staring at the back of Muzin’s head, and I had three taunts on my face, three taunts on my face, and four twilight.
Dog man. _Other Organiser
The wedding code is your ex-girlfriend’s birthday. You’re a frog on a toad. You’re ugly. _Other Organiser
I didn’t think Muzin would suddenly turn back, and I realized that my face was almost cramped.
He coughed on his lips twice and seemed to be smirking.
“Oh, the fingerprints can be unlocked, so I forgot to change the password. Thanks for reminding me. I’ll change later. I’m sorry.
“Muzin, I’ve ordered your favorite Western restaurant for dinner tonight.” I’m sorry.
She looked at me and said, “Do you mind if Muzin and an old friend of mine go back and forth? I’m sorry.
[Grunts] This fragrance of tea. _Other Organiser
I’m glad I don’t mind. _Other Organiser
But the play has to be done.
I looked at Muzin, and I bit my lower lip, and I opened my mouth, “I…”
“She does mind. I’m sorry.
Muzin interrupted my words and pulled me over and held me in his arms.
“I am so lonely, I have no old friends, no old ones. Tonight, I just want to spend the New Year with my wife. I’m sorry.
“And you, an American, don’t know that breaking into a private house is a dangerous thing? I’m sorry.
“I am Chinese. I’m sorry.
“You’ve withdrawn American citizenship and re-admitted Chinese citizenship? I’m sorry.
Warm and dumb.
“Please leave. I’m sorry.
Muzin looked down at me and looked softer from cold.
In this scene, the heart is colder than the needle.
She turned her back and left a little bit.
I’m totally blinded.
Don’t go!
It’s not supposed to be like this. _Other Organiser
Muzin started to dress.
“Honey, go and see Miss Wen.” It’s cold, she’s so thin, I’m afraid she’s sick. I’m sorry.
“You don’t know how to dress in cold? You deserve to be sick. I’m sorry.
He dressed and picked up my coat, which fell on the floor, and put it on my shoulder.
“Let’s go. I’m sorry.
“Where to?”
“Let’s take you to the bunnies and watch the fireworks. I’m sorry.
It’s cool to go up to the bottom of your head.
[Chattering] When is he going to the bar? _Other Organiser
The famous bar in the neighborhood, only blue tears. _Other Organiser
Muzin smiled and shook the car key: “Go.” I’m sorry.
5
I tried to resist, and I said, “Honey, I don’t want to go. I’m sorry.
Muzin patiently asked me, “Why?” I’m sorry.
“Good girl, no bar. I’m sorry.
Muzin took a look at me.
Well, I’m in this dress right now. It’s not very convincing.
“How can you be more feudal than the Qing Dynasty?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t want to go. I want to be at home with my husband and live in the world. I’m sorry.
I just don’t want to go with you. _Other Organiser
Muzin looked down at me: “There are two options for you. One, come with me. Two, I’ll take you. I’m sorry.
My smile’s a little out of hand: “Ha ha, I’ll take one. I’m sorry.
When I was driving, Muzin’s phone was ringing.
I took a look at the car’s electronic screen. It’s a strange phone.
Muzin is connected.
“Azin, I’m cold…”
It’s cold.
I can’t hold a woman against the pitiful, pitiful, Zhuba.
She wept in the wind: “Azin, will you pick me up?” I’m sorry.
I’ve been thinking for a while about how to perform “a reasonable and generous.”
Muzin lightened the screen and hung up.
Did he kill ten years of fish in Da-Loufa? So cold?
The phone called again, and at the moment Muzin raised his hand, I ordered a listening key.
Muzin looked at me.
“Azin, I’ve had a bad three years.” I’ve been thinking about you every day, I’ve written you countless e-mails and you haven’t returned one.
“You are cold-blooded, you are heartless, but I still see you as the only force that will sustain me through my studies, and I want to marry you for three years as a day.
“I have rejected many favors for you, and you have married someone behind my back.
“Atsu, I’m on the bridge. Will you come to me? I’m sorry.
Is this killing each other?
Muzin stepped on the brake.
And in my heart there is a fire of hope, and it is generous.
Go on!
Go and comfort your wounded princess! _Other Organiser
Muzin looked at me again and said, “No. I’m sorry.
And once again he hung up his telephone cleanly, and said to me, “The shadow has arrived.” I’m sorry.
I turned and looked out the window, and the sign of blue tears flashed in the night.
I was so mad, “Ha ha, that’s great, that’s great! I’m sorry.
Muzin got out of the car, went outside the co-pilot and pulled the door: “Get off the car. I’m sorry.
I’m stalling on the co-pilot.
And Muzin bowed, as the devil whispered: “Are you waiting for me to hold you? I’m sorry.
I immediately removed the seatbelt.
Muzin pulled my hand into the blue tears and found an empty seat to sit down.
The bands on the stage are playing Escape and the lights are shaking.
I saw my best friend Manchester.
I was a fashionmaker in the old world, and now I’ve got 100,000 fans in the old world.
I happen to know Manthorn.
Man winter is a melancholy, 178 plaid, a fresh, fresh young woman, and we interact.
I’m not worried that Muzin will see me online.
After all, the app on his phone is either financial, political or sports and health.
Not even short video software.
Manwin saw me too, looking at us right now.
I received her message, “I seem to have seen you.” I’m sorry.
“Don’t look like it. It’s me. I’m sorry.
And Manoon came towards me, crying out, and sent a message, “Father, did you not say that you would not come?”
“Grandmother, stay back!”
“My shitty husband is with me. Don’t let me crash! I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s better for me to come and look.” I’m sorry.
Six.
“Who are you talking to? I’m sorry.
“A friend, a woman. I’m sorry.
Mandon didn’t know where to get a bar attendant’s vest and came in with a drink list.
“What can I get you? I’m sorry.
Muzin said, “Thanks for a soda. I’m sorry.
Mandon looked at him like a monster and asked me, “What about you, Miss?” I’m sorry.
“A glass of fresh orange juice. I’m sorry.
Two monsters.
And lo! Mouzin said unto me: drink of wine, if thou wilt. I’ll protect you. I’m sorry.
And my face lies without beating: “Honey, I drink badly, and then I fall.” I’m sorry.
I’m actually drinking a table of Northeasters. _Other Organiser
Mandon looked at my face, and he was so sick.
She went to the bar and typed, “Ya, it’s a real play!” I’m sorry.
“No, this man and you are completely different. Why would you marry him? Because he’s handsome?”
The IQ of Man winter doesn’t understand how to wear books.
I’ve found a reason for her to talk.
“He’s alive. I’m sorry.
Manwin looked back and I looked at him, and his face was complicated.
“It is indeed a valuable and rare quality. I’m sorry.
“But can you handle it?”
“Oh, fuck off.”
Me and Muzin are really not the same.
Even at the bar, the atmosphere between me and him was so awkward.
I drank orange juice and almost fell asleep.
A bunch of young men and women came in from the door, and I looked at them with boredom, and the sleepyhead got scared away.
Isn’t it warm enough to jump? Why are you here? _Other Organiser
I can’t let Muzin see it! _Other Organiser
Or it’s all over! _Other Organiser
I sat up straight and blocked Muzin’s sight: “Honey, I’m dizzy…”
7
I’m too hard, I’m too hard, and I’m gonna fall off the couch.
Muzin held my waist in time.
It’s cold as a troupe passing through our seats.
Muzin pressed me towards him, and my hands stood on his chest, and my face burned: “Honey, let’s go home.” I’m sorry.
“The phantom. I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
And he looked me in the eye and asked, “Do you think I will ever meet someone worthy of trust in my life?” I’m sorry.
It’s a brainless question, so I don’t know how to answer it.
Muzin saw me silent, stood me up and walked out.
I thought he was going to go home, and I followed him, and I saw him walking in the bar.
It’s as cold as it is to talk to those around it, as the stars are watching the moon.
Muzin stood in the dark corner and watched in silence what was happening there.
How the hell did they get into this?
I still don’t get it.
It’s cold to get off the coat and go to the stage with a boy and talk to the band.
Not long ago, the prelude to “The Dangerous Party.”
The two handsome men on stage attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.
Sexy dances, the look in the eyes of Lassy, the touch of a confused body, and girls really put their hearts in the hands of boys.
There was a constant rise in the bar and a growing atmosphere.
But I felt that Muzin was all alone.
I couldn’t help holding his hand.
I’m embarrassed to laugh at him. _Other Organiser
Muzin held my hand back and held me in the front of the crowd with my face covered.
When the warmth of the warmth jumped and saw Muzin, the smile and the movement were frozen.
“Azin…”
She left her partner, jumped off the stage, tried to hold Muzin’s hand, and Muzin escaped. I’m sorry.
“Okay, you say.”
If it was cold to think that Muzin was willing to listen to her, he choked, and said, “Well, I am so sorry that you rejected me tonight, so my friends brought me here to relax. I’m sorry.
I’m eating melons at close range, and somehow I’m being watched.
“Did you bring him here without any wine?” I’m sorry.
“Is it not enough for you to take Muzin? Why do you still want to destroy his feelings? I’m sorry.
Are you okay? _Other Organiser
I’ve been trying to get you two together. Why do you bite like a mad dog? _Other Organiser
I just wanted to say a few words to myself, and I saw the cold take the glass from the crowd and pour me a drink.
“Ah, it’s cold.”
I don’t know how I’m making such a flat sound in the middle of a sword.
Fortunately, my makeup is waterproof.
Muzin pushed the warmth of the cold: ‘Was it cold, you crazy!’ I’m sorry.
When the cold was pushed so hard, the people who were with her came out and threatened Muzin:
“Who do you push, hands don’t want? I’m sorry.
“You’re a man if you push a girl like that? I’m sorry.
“If the cold loves you so much, you hit her for a green tea girl? I’m sorry.
I’m rubbing my face with the handkerchief that Muzin handed over, and I’m reaching out with my subconscious and holding Muzin behind my back.
Don’t worry, Dad will protect you. _Other Organiser
8
Mandon came with her friend: “Who are you with?” I’m sorry.
Man winter was watching over me, flaunting himself across the street. All three of my buddies learned to beat up like their sons. I’m sorry.
It’s so emotional to spray it.
The bar owner jumped on stage and shouted, “No fighting! No fighting! I’m connected to the police station. Cops can be here in three minutes. I’m sorry.
The warmth of his eyes was filled with tears, and one hand held down the position he pushed: “Atsu, you used to love me so much that you wanted to protect me forever. But you just did it to me. I’m sorry.
Muzin was not kidnapped in any way by morality: “You were the first to pour the wine.” I’ve never been a man of mercy, and all I treasure is one of my own. I’m sorry.
“So I’m an outsider now? I’m sorry.
“You already are. I’m sorry.
“Why are we here?” I’m sorry.
I’d also like to know how they got here.
I don’t know why. If it’s cold or cold, it’s only Muzin who knows.
Moses said, “I have seen every e-mail you sent me.
“You say in your letter that you miss me, love me, because you want me to tea, but what are you doing after the e-mail? I’m sorry.
“I found your ins on your mailbox. You’re at a party, you’re in a car race, you’re enjoying other men’s admiration and affection.
“You haven’t had a hard time, why are you here?” I’m sorry.
I think I know what the problem is.
In the book, the original owner intercepted all the mail, which Muzin saw after returning to his country.
An e-mail, which lasted three years, ignited the depressed feelings of Muzin.
As the two of them got back together and focused on the troublemakers, Muzin failed to find out what life was like in America.
But I didn’t.
The e-mails aroused the depressed thoughts of Muzin, who went crazy to know more about the current state of affairs, and which prevented him from looking for it in private.
So I saw a different life.
He fell in love in the dark, so warm, so colorful that he never seemed to be troubled by old love.
“Azin, I’m fine. Aren’t you happy? You want me to be a mess? I’m sorry.
At such a time, once the interpretation becomes passive.
Muzin knew that well, so he lightened his lips and killed his heart:
“I’m really playing with bulls. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t bear to laugh.
Soon, cover your mouth again.
Don’t give me another drink! _Other Organiser
Muzin reached out and pulled me behind him: “It’s cold, I’m here to play with the shadows tonight, and you’re a coincidence.” Right, I want to talk to you too.
“You and I were broken when you forced me to leave the country. I don’t treat you like a friend, and I don’t want to go back.
I will give you back the words of your talent: “Don’t take me and my wife’s secret feelings seriously from now on.” I’m sorry.
Muzin finish, pull me out.
“Who gives you permission to go, speak clearly…”
And Manoon pushed the man away, saying: “Who is afraid of you? Look at you lick it, and the dog will have to kneel down and call you Grand Master. I’m sorry.
Say it again!
“No fighting! No fighting!
“Muzin, don’t go! I’m sorry.
She also threatened Muzin: “If you leave today, we’ll break it.” I’m sorry.
Muzien protected me and went around her.
“Muzin! I’ll make you regret it! I’m sorry.
The noises are moving away behind them, pushing the bar doors, and the cold wind blows with a clear mind.
I don’t understand, or pretend not to understand, but I understand. _Other Organiser
[Muzin’s disappointment is not that he’s warmer than he is, but her hypocrisy.] _Other Organiser
Looking at Muzin’s side, I didn’t feel the red eye.
[Purpose, backside] _Other Organiser
I can’t believe I’m a hypocritical man. _Other Organiser
Then Muzin stopped and bowed his head at me, and said, “Do you promise me one thing? I’m sorry.
9
“What is it?”
Mouzin’s eyes were dark: “Can you not lie to me after that, no matter what happened?” I’m sorry.
He added: “If there is anything you do not want me to know, you may not say.” But can you not lie to me? I’m sorry.
By the way, Muzin treated me well.
Living on the big floor, walking in a limo, spending 150,000 bucks a month, not limiting my freedom, not forcing me to go to bed and have children.
He made me enjoy everything I had hoped for in the past.
Except, a little chilly for me.
I wouldn’t have been so hostile to him if I hadn’t read the novel, thought he was hiding someone else in his heart and would have divorced me.
The reality is here, and Muzin firmly and simply rejected the cold and protected me well.
At this moment, the hostility has long gone away, guilt has become so full of my heart.
I nod my head: I promise you. I’m sorry.
Muzin sincerely thanked me: “Okay, thank you. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with him?
I feel so guilty I can’t take a slap at myself.
“Can you tell me who that boy is? I’m sorry.
“Who?”
“Come and get us some wine. I’m sorry.
I was blindfolded for a while, and I understood, “She’s my friend. And it’s a girl, but she’s not dressed for sex. I’m sorry.
“How did you meet? I’m sorry.
I think for a moment, I told him all about being a videomaker.
And the last sentence added: “Don’t ask me what the account number is, I will not blow up the vest.” I’m sorry.
And Muzin laughed: “Well, then another question, do you like the way you dress, or is it now?” I’m sorry.
I whispered, “Now.” I’m sorry.
“You’re beautiful. You look good in anything. But I want you to be able to wear the clothes you really like, not to flatter someone. I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Get in the car.” I’m sorry.
“Go home?”
“No, take you to the fireworks. I’m sorry.
Fireworks burn by the river.
As soon as the car was parked, I ran out and took a wonderful lookout position and went back and waved at him.
Honey, come on!
Feel hairy on your legs, look down, it’s a golden hair rubbing at me.
Blonde leans on his face and smiles at me.
I bend over and squirt a dog, and it’s clear.
Muzin came and covered me with a blanket in his hand: “Do you like dogs?” I’m sorry.
I was like, “I love it, especially big dogs!” I’m sorry.
The first pyrotechnic rises into the night sky and explodes golden sparks, flying like a meteor in all directions.
I’m so excited that I can’t understand why I can’t just say, “It’s beautiful!” I’m sorry.
Muzin gently hugged me.
I heard his blessing clearly:
“Alcohol, Happy New Year. I’m sorry.
10
The rhythm of Muzin’s life has changed markedly.
He used to come home early and late and spend most weekends at the villa in the suburbs.
I had to go to the office every time, bring him food and clothes, and say hi to him.
This New Year’s holiday, he hasn’t left.
In the morning, he finished working, went to buy food to cook and took care of his work in the afternoon.
He’ll take care of my food and clothing, pick up delivery, buy something, but don’t bother me.
I cut the video in my room and listen to the sound of the cutter outside.
How about living with him?
At the end of the holiday, Muzin went to the company and made breakfast for me in the morning. He called me at noon to say hi and came home earlier.
The most moving thing is that on his way back he’ll ask me if I want something to eat and he’ll bring me back even if he wants to go around.
This night, Muzin came back.
And I came unto him, as I had always been, joyfully.
Here he comes! Here he comes! _Other Organiser
Muzin carried a roasted string with his left hand and a cage with his right hand.
There’s a little blond hair in the cage.
I saw: “Whose dog is this?”
“Our family. I’m sorry.
Muzin opened the cage, and little golden hair came out and walked to my feet.
I can’t even breathe and look up at Muzin: “Will you let me have a dog at home?” I’m sorry.
And he smiled at me in the orange light: “I sometimes work so busy that I can rest assured that I have it at home.” I’m sorry.
I hugged my little blond hair, smelled my puppy, rubbed my dog’s face and dropped my golden beans.
I finally have my own dog. _Other Organiser
Muzin reached out to me to wipe my tears.
I don’t know how to tell him about the divorce. _Other Organiser
Muzin’s hands are frozen in the air.
“Thank you, honey. I’m sorry.
Muzin noded, said nothing, and went back to his room.
I immersed in the joy of having a puppy and didn’t notice his emotional changes.
I’m playing with the dog.
I’m excited to share with her about my dog.
“Don’t wave, look on the pomegranate. Someone’s hammering you. I’m sorry.
I’m hugging little blondes and taking out my phone.
Pomegranates are the world’s video software, and that’s where I put them.
There’s an account number called the Eastern Sheep, with more than half a million powders, and I’m a low-matured philanthropy, to get married, to get into other people’s feelings.
There’s the truth. It’s like it’s true.
The comments are all about me.
“Look at her dress, she knows it’s not a good bird. I’m sorry.
“Sir! I’m sorry.
“Oh, she’s like this. I’m watching her. I’m gonna go get it. I’m sorry.
“Take off+1. I’m sorry.
I made a clarification video overnight, and my fans are helping me with the explanation.
But most people are still immersed in the rhythm of me as a third child and have no idea what the video is.
I can see that they bought a lot of sailors, and they couldn’t lift my head.
The eastern goats also blew up a warm picture, pushing public opinion to the top.
“Whoa! This is beautiful! It’s not like that bitch! I’m sorry.
“A fairy, a grunt. I’m sorry.
“So the man is blind, so a beautiful girl doesn’t marry a slut? I’m sorry.
“Kung Fu is good. I’m sorry.
I’ve already lost 50,000, and Manwin has been affected by this storm.
“You’ve had such a good time with her, aren’t you?” I’m sorry.
“Acknowledgingly, in groups and in groups. I’m sorry.
Manwin also dropped a lot of powder in a hurry. I’m sorry.
I cannot resist this systematic, premeditated and massive smear campaign and the fact that people are more fond of it, that they are not interested in clarifying and clarifying the truth.
Eleven.
I tried to contact Big V, see if they wanted to help.
The person who called my sister before, now doesn’t even answer the phone.
And then, just black me out.
Manwin called me and said, “Do you have a husband? I’m sorry.
First of all, Muzin.
He registered an account and issued a clear timeline for him to break up with Wing Wing and marry me.
Also in writing: “My marriage with the shadows is lawful and moral, and no one shall be allowed to denigrate.” I will hold all those who fabricate lies to account. I’m sorry.
Mouzin’s official post relayed Muzin’s dynamics and @I: “Mrs. Mu’s in the news. ps: My judicial department is ready. I’m sorry.
Muzin has a large number of spokespersons and is also a red artist who transmits the Mozin dynamics.
All the time, the wind changes.
“This is a repertoire of rumours, and this time he kicked the iron. I’m sorry.
“Wait for the trial!”
I’m the traveler who came to my place to play cards: “Well, it’s a real story. I’m sorry.
“Hello, Mrs. Mu, my brother was the first to transmit, and to renew his promise. I’m sorry.
“How can your wife only have 100,000? It’s too noxious, huh? I’m sorry.
“Look out for me! And Mrs. Mu’s fashion is so beautiful that you can learn to wear and make up. I’m sorry.
“I’d rather learn how to find a husband like Moo. Let’s start a class. I’m sorry.
My fan booms and Manwin’s light.
“I’m a dog and I’ve never seen it before.” Ghost, is your husband so good? I’m sorry.
The big v that took me blacked out, too.
What about lying to a fool?
I smiled and took all those people out.
I’ll push the door and find Muzin.
The main bedroom door was open and Muzin was sitting on a space chair in front of a window, with a face on the books and a lazy sun.
I went to him and held his hand: “Thank you, my husband. I’m sorry.
Muzin took the book and drew back his hand: “It was I who brought you in and disrupted your little world.” I’m sorry.
The ex-diversion seems to have returned.
The little blondie also ran over, chewing on Muzin’s slippers and trying to climb up his pants.
Muzin looked down at it for a while and moved his foot: “Take it back to his room, I want to sleep.” I’m sorry.
I look at Muzin’s pretty side face and my heart hurts.
What’s wrong with him?
What did I do wrong and upset him?
I picked up the little blond hair and walked back and forth.
12
Look at the news. There’s something wrong with the company’s financial chain.
A few days later, the Wen family announced the engagement of Wing and Zhao.
Zhao Zhao Zhou Zheng is the original man.
My attention remains high, and the product is being promoted.
I rejected all of it and released my new video: “I finally have a dog!” Think about it for me. What’s your name? I’m sorry.
At noon, Muzin returned.
And I jumped before him, and said: “Honey, what have you brought me?”
I picked up the box in Muzin’s hand: “Wow, Black Forest Cake! Thank you, honey.”
I turned around happy with a cake, and little blondie was chasing my footsteps and coming to the table with me.
“I’ve grown a lot lately. Take me to the gym. I’m sorry.
Muzin sat opposite me and handed over an agreement.
It’s a divorce agreement.
“Ghost, let’s get divorced.
“You’ve been in this room for a long time, and I’ll move out today. Any other property, car, whatever you want.
“I don’t have much personal savings.
“There’s a lot of people who care about you right now. They can keep a secret about the divorce and then publish it in a year. In the meantime, you can love freely.
“You need help later, just call me. Don’t be alone, you can’t sleep at night. I have no power to protect you, or to do it. I’m sorry.
I can’t hear anything. That’s all I can think of:
Let’s get divorced.
“You want to divorce me? I’m sorry.
My heart is strangling and my tears are pouring out, and it’s not clean.
“It’s about the engagement? You can’t leave her. You’re going to rob her? I’m sorry.
Muzin shakes his head: “No, it has nothing to do with her.” I’m sorry.
I believe you!
I tried to smash him with a cake, and I couldn’t wait to go back to my room with tears, and I fell in bed crying.
The bed next to it fell down and Muzin touched my hair: “Don’t cry. I’m sorry.
I opened his hand, “Go away!” I’m sorry.
Muzin groaned and was ready to stand up and fall on the bed.
I sat over him in tears, tearing his shirt out rudely:
“I won’t divorce you! And We told you that you are dead and that you will return to your good thoughts. If you divorce me, I’ll hang myself in front of your company! You can only stay with me! I’m sorry.
Muzin was lying on soft blankets, and his face was so well-dressed by white covers.
“Sweet, you always wanted to divorce me. You don’t know how to talk, I’ll tell you. I’m sorry.
“I thought before, not now! I’m sorry.
I kissed him in the face, chewed on his shoulder, and little blondie was barking on the bedside.
It’s giving me gas.
Good dog.
I was so encouraged that my hand touched Muzin’s belt.
I’m in bed.
Muzin looked deep.
“Don’t leave. I’m sorry.
“All my life is with you. I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
