I found out that my wife had sent a photo of a buyer’s show in a precious commodity area. The pillowman, who was always familiar with it, might have some hidden secrets…
My wife and I met at the college reunion.
When I was a senior, I was going out of school, and I didn’t know where I was going, and I was in love…
No way, too much.
She was a freshman in college.
And I, in science and technology, we didn’t have much of a professional exchange, so we didn’t talk much.
I don’t like the kind of girl who’s lying, and she’s quiet, or she’s quiet, she’s whispering, she’s always slow.
I love this slow lady, and I’ve got the courage to ask her for her tips.
Her name is Sun Ka-hee, and her real name is Wei faith.
It makes me feel like she’s open and generous and she doesn’t do anything…
I don’t have much chance to meet with my slow lady because of the internship.
But there’s one advantage: I talk to people online, usually the end of the subject.
And on the Internet, I can always run like a dog and lead the tide.
My slow lady, I can say, is on the Internet.
She has not found a suitable job since she graduated from university.
So she wanted to study.
She’s got a clear goal, she’s going to take a top2 university graduate, and she’s going to get a job.
But it didn’t work out. After two years, she started working on her third year.
Actually, I don’t have a problem with this.
I don’t have any complaints even if I’m here to make money and raise her forever.
The only thing that makes me feel a little sad is that my wife is too quiet, even… a little cold…
Plus she’s five to five different ways to train and study in Beijing, one month more, one week less, and I’m tired, and I try to keep my desires to myself.
Because I believe, and I have to believe, that there’s plenty to drink, and nothing else matters…
It’s too hard…
We’re still young. We don’t have to have kids.
It’s just that one day, my buddy sent me a message, “Something is wrong…”
Don’t bullshit! I’m sorry.
I’ve just sent three words, and I’ve been receiving a bunch of beautiful pictures.
Lace, student clothes, little collars, fishnets, white silk…
They have a common vehicle, which is all dressed up on my wife, my slow lady.
I’m blind!
I haven’t looked back from the shock yet.
Buyer show?
I asked my buddy to send me the link, and then I opened up the comment section on the treasure…
It is very transparent to see a buyer’s evaluation issued by his wife, as well as a line on the picture, and there is no link to it without careful attention.
I’m fucking pissed off.
I looked at the contact on the picture, and I added a little bit of information, but I didn’t think there was someone…
It’s just that she’s delayed passing through my friends.
I can’t stand it.
I’ll just call my wife.
At first she didn’t answer, and I kept calling until the third time…
Just wanted to give up when she answered.
There was an intermittent sound of asthma on the phone.
I asked her what she was doing and she said she was in class.
I was wondering, what class can I take? Physical education?
The wife was a little impatient, told me she’d be home at night and told her she had something to say.
All right, let’s go home.
I kept those pictures on my phone, and I didn’t want to go to work, and I went home on leave.
Our house has three closets, one for the master, one for the second and one for the cloakroom.
My wife and I share the closet in the main bedroom, about a quarter of which is my clothes and the rest is hers.
But the closet in the bedroom and in the cloakroom I never opened.
Thinking about the picture I just saw, I’d really like to find out if the little clothes were hidden at home.
At first glance, the cloakroom is normal.
When I open my closet and find a rag bag that’s in the middle of the wind, and I’m blind again.
Not only are there red-eared little clothes here, but there’s some toys in the sacks I’ve only heard of…
Mr. Lin, I’ve picked up a big bag. It’ll be 40 pounds.
Wholesale?
You usually sleep in your summer nightgown and wear your grandmother’s money in the Gangnam area, and in winter’s nightgown in the Northeast.
And you have so many “nuclear weapons” in your closet. What are you doing with them?
I can’t imagine.
Soon after my wife returned home, I heard her footsteps to the cloakroom.
The moment she opened the door in the closet, she was surprised, “What are you doing here? I’m sorry.
I looked up at her and looked up and didn’t speak.
The wife seems to have returned to her peace.
“Don’t you explain? Those pictures. I’m sorry.
My wife throws away her little clothes, and she looks like she’s not happy. I’ll wear it as I like. I’m sorry.
“It’s my brother! You’re my wife, what do I care? Do you think I can handle it?”
I just lost my voice and suddenly my wife’s eyes are red.
She kept her head down, she said nothing, and the tears rolled in her eyes, and the big one fell.
It hit my heart!
When girls cry, I panic and wonder what to do.
I went to the living room to get a bag of paper towels and hand them to her so she wouldn’t cry.
She’s not too hard on me.
She said that she had done so because she had been at home for two years without money and had always been ashamed. If able, who would like to be a white eater?
She then accidentally saw it on the Internet, selling small clothes, spending little time and effort to subsidize the household.
When she said that, I felt guilty.
Did I ignore her?
Did I get a bad attitude when I called her?
Did I not take care of my wife’s emotions?
After a little blame, I whispered my apologies to her.
But I still hope that she won’t do it again, that we won’t miss the money, that she’s ashamed to say yes.
Then she stuck the rabbit decorated with two big ears on her head and asked me, “What do you think? I’m sorry.
“Of course it’s nice…”
“Wait in the bedroom, I’ll change, I’ll come to you…”
The next day, I pulled myself out of all this crap and thought I was a real dick.
After that, I took the photos of my well-stored wife as a baby, and I took them out.
But the more you look, the less you look.
It’s all because of the comparison.
When we were in love, there were some self-censorships and photos of slow ladies.
But there’s a big difference between the earlier self-portrait and her pictures.
It’s not really my wife’s.
Someone took this picture for her!
And look at it again, although the background of the sheets has been deliberately distorted, no matter how much I remember, when did I have this colored sheet?
I finally felt it.
Photographers, other people’s homes, beds…
These three keywords just came into my mind, and I was embarrassed.
I don’t seem to be in a position to ask questions out of the most basic trust between husband and wife.
It’s like a fish sting, stuck in my throat for days, getting worse and worse.
Just as I was about to ask questions, my wife suddenly told me that my best friend had asked her to take a photo shoot, that she could not be with me this weekend, so that I could still work at the office as I had at the previous weekend.
Anyway, from her point of view, I kind of like to work overtime.
Seriously?
Does it have anything to do with that picture of Fancy’s Buyer Show?
I’m not moving, promise to come down.
I’ve made up my mind. I’ll see where you’re going.
I don’t know if I can follow my wife.
At night, when the news was painted, it was not by chance that it had been painted on a zipping platform, and the news that the client had died unexpectedly after a clash between the driver and the client.
I showed this to my wife. She was scared.
As soon as I move, I propose to set up an emergency contact for each of us, and we better act as an emergency contact.
As a result, the other party was informed of the journey until the end of the trip.
My wife was touched by my carelessness, but without much thought, she set up my phone number as an emergency contact and kissed me.
I’m sorry, but trust is too fragile, especially when things are not explained.
The weekend high-tech software park.
I sit on the company’s posts, nominally working overtime, and I actually sit here and suffer.
My wife had no sign of a taxi, and I wondered whether she had cancelled the plan or stopped the taxi by waving.
Like a pint.
I’m a little sorry about the pick-up and emergency contact.
If she doesn’t want me to contact, what’s the point of setting this thing up?
“Ding…”
A text message appeared on my phone screen, which reads: [Quick X New Taxi] Your friend (186xxxxxxxxx) is using the xx bike…
I opened a dynamic link to the bottom of the journey, confirming her destination, the Oriente Film Office.
I went down the stairs, stormed the road outside the software park, stopped a taxi…
By the time I got off, my wife was still on her way.
The Orient Spectrum is located on the south-west side of the intersection and has four floors.
The landing windows on both sides of the entire building are transparent and can be seen every move within a few dozen metres.
I went to a café across the street and kept an eye on the door of the cinema waiting for my wife to arrive.
She came, she came, but there was no best friend.
A thin man with a camera around his neck came out of the door.
He talked to my wife a little bit, and the way they were flirting was disgusting.
It seems that they should know each other well.
They then entered the cinema.
In the following half an hour, I saw my wife change clothes and look right in the mirror.
But since that man said a few words in her ear, they disappeared in my sights.
I waited a long time and they never showed up again.
My instinct, the man who keeps holding the camera, looking around, is the one who shot my wife in “The Buyer Show.”
What are they doing inside?
Wait.
I called my wife. Nobody answered.
I feel like my head is green.
I dropped the coffee in my hand and went through the sidewalk to the front of the cinema.
“I’m looking for Ms. Sun, Sun Ka-hee. I’m sorry.
Who are you? “The girl in front is a little curious.
“I’m her husband. I thought she was still in the lobby. Where is she now? I’m sorry.
“Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my God. “The little girl in the front desk had a complicated look, but she gave me a position.
After I thank you, I went straight to that VIP6 room and pushed the door.
This moment, I’m shocked.
There’s a bed in the room!
My wife’s undressing. It’s just her blouse.
And the photographer, with the camera on her.
“What are you doing here? “My wife is surprised, but she still hasn’t changed, curiously asking me.
I didn’t answer her. I went to her, grabbed her hand, asked her, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
She began to introduce me to the photographer, Kang Chun-ho, who is the chief photographer here and is known as Mr. Kang.
This dog, Mr. Minkang, very politely smiled at me and said hello.
According to them, Mr. Kang is taking a picture of his private room at the request of his wife.
I said, “What the fuck is a private room?”
According to Mr. Kang, the private room is a private room photography, within a limited space, using indoor light or professional light, indoor environment, clothing and all available means to record the subject of good body, that is to say, the large-scale, sexy private room photos we see, which is also an art.
Fuck you, big-scale sexy private photo, it’s an art.
I’m cold, let my wife get dressed and come home with me.
My wife looks at me and she’s not happy, laughing at me.
If you want to go, let me go. She won’t go.
I’m a little stupor because I’ve never seen my wife run around in front of an outsider, and she’s so straight.
My wife took off her pants, dressed in a bikini dress and presented it to me and Mr. Kang.
She took her pants off.
And a pair of heels, stuck in my hand and said, “Take it! I’m sorry.
Then the voice of Mr. Kang came and he said to my wife, “Yeah, next move, yeah, duck.”
I threw my wife’s pants and heels, and I pulled my wife up, and I said it again, “Get dressed and come home with me!” I’m sorry.
Wife’s a little scared, after all, it’s the first time I’ve ever been so mean to her.
Mr. Kang came by and said, “It’s understandable that not everyone is tolerant of art, nor is it every man who finds the beauty of a girl…”
When I heard this, my wife broke my hand and said, “I didn’t let you go, so we’re shooting clean, okay? I’m sorry.
Mr. Kang smiled, saw my black face, forced himself to put up with the laughter, and came over to the roundabout, and he said, “Okay, just a few moves, soon, it’ll be over. If you don’t mind, just stay here and stop anytime, okay? I’m sorry.
It’s like I’m the dirtman and I’m careful.
All right, I’ll see what you got to do.
They spent about 40 minutes taking pictures, and they all felt “art” and I couldn’t accept it.
I didn’t stop, I didn’t want to appreciate it, I searched the Internet: was private photography really an art?
Overall, the answer is no.
That’s all you have on you. You’re not a man of 500 years. Where’s your art?
The more I get home, the more I think about it.
My wife didn’t even admit that Mr. Kang took those pictures.
As for the defunct background bed, she said that it was called a schematic, in which a blue sheet had been placed while taking photographs at home, in the context of which it had been taken and, after that, its image had been painted.
She’s no taller than she used to be, and suddenly she’s got so much photography and self-portrait.
But if you do not believe, then your instinct cannot be used as evidence.
Or maybe I’m paranoid?
The wife washed out her picture, put it in a new photo album and locked it.
If you’re so proud of your youth, why lock it up?
Take it out. How nice?
There’s a delicate situation between us, and there’s nothing on the surface, but there’s something about each other.
She still hides more time in the study room, as usual.
And I didn’t have much time to work, so I came home early, and she was also reading, and she was hiding at the company working late.
Since Kang Chun-ho is the chief photographer of the Oriente Film Office, he must be very popular in our area.
I searched him with a little comment and microblogging. I quickly found his social account.
Well, it’s also a little Internet red for 50,000 fans.
I went through his originals and tweets for over a year, and I found nothing.
But in the time line of microblogging, I found that he had given a little transparency account a hit, whether he had a slip or whether he had a huge connection with the little transparency account.
I opened a small and transparent home page and found his latest microblogging: “The welfare lady is wearing a skirt, 3719xxxx, quality, ++++.”
I got back the qq small, which I didn’t need for years, and I added this group, and I didn’t think I’d have to pay six bucks to the group master…
To find out exactly, I put up with it.
I’ve been watching this for days, and I’ve figured out what kind of feeding, feeding, petty support, shit, disgusting.
Five to three, there’s an account number for the administrator, like, three days and two nights in Beijing or something.
After all, I’m a grown-up. I’ll get it.
But then one day, I just saw news of another Beijing ticket for three days and two nights, and at night my wife told me she was going to Beijing for three days and two nights…
It’s not like that, is it?
I told her to be safe.
She was happy to say yes.
I asked the group manager who the big brother in Beijing saw this time.
Group management says that client secrets cannot be said.
I sent him 200 red bags, he sent me pictures of his little sister and even a happy hotel address.
Isn’t that my wife’s picture of the Buyer Show?
And the hotel, it’s exactly the same name as my wife used to say.
I’m a little upset to ask the administrator again. Is there a mistake?
The manager may also think that I’m full of shit, that I’m paid and that I’m embarrassed to yell at you and leave a line: “Fake Sma.”
It’s off.
I feel like a thunderstorm.
So she’s been studying in Beijing. What’s she doing?
What training?
I was walking on the couch like a corpse and I didn’t know what to do.
That’s when my mother-in-law called.
I’m up and connected.
Mother-in-law wanted me to go to dinner with my wife. It’s been a long time.
But she didn’t call my wife, so she called me.
I told my mother-in-law that Ka-hee had gone to Beijing to study three days later.
My mother-in-law stayed silent and then warmly invited me to dinner.
I didn’t want to go, but suddenly I thought, why don’t they look into their old mouths?
Make up my mind. I went straight to the mall and I bought some gifts and I was going to bring them over.
On my way to the mall, I sent my wife a series of tweets.
“Do you live here?”
I miss you.
“I miss you so much, send a selfie and let my husband see it.”
I feel sick to say what I can’t do.
A little while later, she sent a selfie.
This selfie was clearly taken from the window of the hotel and she turned her back to the window.
So what does the hotel look like? I can’t see at all.
Just through the reflection of her pupils, I found a man in the room…
Well, since this is the point, it’s useless to talk about it.
I’ve got two boxes of gifts at my mother-in-law’s house. It’s already night.
My mother-in-law is still warm and kind to my son-in-law.
I’ve had three rounds of wine with my father-in-law, and I’ve had a lot of guts.
“Mom, do you know what a private photo is? I’m sorry.
“What picture?”
“In the private room, it’s just a little dress, and someone else takes pictures…”
Listen to me. The old man’s not happy.
My mother-in-law must have heard me and asked me, “Look at you like this, is there something you’re not happy with? Mom told you, who hasn’t been young yet? When I was young, I had to do this.
“Why do you look like you drank? You didn’t drink, did you? “The mother-in-law was interrupted with his tongue.
My mother-in-law probably felt ashamed and left the table.
I didn’t come out of this joy when I saw my mother-in-law eat shit, and he started to teach me a lesson.
It is all about working well, being faithful to your wife and being good to both parents.
And then he picks out one of my answers, like the way he thinks about his work, and he’s like, “Darling me.”
Get used to it. Every time I drink, I need an excuse to teach me.
Besides the frequency nods, I can’t really say anything.
I think their daughter, even if she made a mistake, would defend her.
It would be superfluous for me to complain and make a fool of myself.
Before leaving, my mother-in-law asked me to go to the bathroom.
Because the in-laws had been in there for a long time, she was worried if he had vomited and, if so, did not want to clean him up himself.
I drank a little bit, too.
I pushed out the bathroom door, and only saw the old man sitting in the toilet, with his eyes shining, with the sound of the hyena, and I figured it out. He’s shaking around with his little trust.
Well, just now, he taught me to be faithful to my wife.
I said I’m sorry, pretended nothing happened, said hello to my mother-in-law and left.
A man’s night, Boring.
I turned on the computer again, and I watched Mr. Kang’s social account.
A new microblogging was shown in my curtains, and he only had a “yes” expression, but he was located in Beijing, and “accidentally” was my wife’s hotel.
I took a deep breath, closed the computer, lay down in a working chair, crying.
Remember the day my wife was in the Orient.
I’ve got my wife’s pants and heels, and he’s showing his own smile.
I’m still like a sarcastic, and the “private house” that I explain to them is not an “art” and will remain in doubt.
If I hadn’t been there that day, should they have been too busy updating her Tuco?
It’s too much!
The more I think about the scene of my wife’s marriage and the second the old man gave her to me, the worse it was.
And then a bold plan appeared in my mind.
I turned on the computer again, turned on the qq group, found the manager I paid for my red bag and sent him a message: “Hey, man, did you send me these pictures last time, this little sister, is she in the group?” Can you introduce me?
He just gave me a little signal that my wife left at the buyer’s show.
What’s the use? She hasn’t been certified by my best friend.
When I hit my head, I thought I was a real sculptor, and my wife saw my tweets added to her.
At that point, the administrator’s brother sent another message: “The Old King’s Introduction” with a note.
I’m quick to thank you.
One direction, two paths, and the plans for their eventual convergence are in my mind.
The next morning, I went back and forth to the Mobile and Connected Office, ran two new phone cards and found a place to buy a second-hand phone.
And then for a week, I was in the “nurse.”
Two new telephone cards and two new micro-messages.
One is a middle-aged man who loves her and the other is a little sister.
Micromessages of middle-aged male identity, occasionally transmitting financial information;
(a) The micro-message of the identity of the Little Sister of Welfare, which is updated on a daily basis by some of the purchased, serious and self-portrait pictures of the Little Sister of Welfare;
After making two “man-made”s, the circle of friends was set for three days, and I started to move.
I used the middle-aged man’s number, following the instructions of the qq group manager, to add a tweet from my wife’s buying the show, saying “The Old King’s Introduction”, which was quickly validated.
But I can’t see her circle.
I asked her, “Why can’t you see the circle of friends?” I’m sorry.
“Big brother, 600. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
All right, 600, just 600, and I’m going to transfer over and get her friends’ circle.
If I’m surprised by the pictures of my wife’s buyer show, this little video in her circle of friends is just a big look for me.
It’s like walking around…
I’m so good and funny that it feels like 600 is worth nothing…
I used to be a middle-aged man and made myself look like a pervert, talking to my wife every day, making money, gaining her trust.
On the other hand, with the micro-message of my little sister, I went to the old man’s neighborhood, especially when he was home.
Within 1,000 metres of his house, he always opened up the people nearby and tried to find the micro-message of my father-in-law.
Kung Fu has no heart, I found it.
But what I’d rather hope is that he took the initiative to add me through the people around.
I set myself a deadline, and if I walk seven times, he hasn’t offered me, I’ll do it.
I don’t believe it. An old man who’s a little shaky, can’t stop playing around?
After the third run, I changed the personal signature of the little sister’s account to: I wanted to talk to Big Brother.
Finally!
The old man added “me”!
Every day I’m like a schizophrenic, I’m talking to my father-in-law and my wife…
In any case, I have gained their trust, and they have become “me ” friends.
Of course, my wife talked to me with her nickname, mostly not telling the truth.
I don’t care. It’s all a play.
However, after a deep communication, I had the tacit feeling that her lies had the most true attitude.
For example, she said she wasn’t married but had a boyfriend, who was like a donkey who worked overtime and never understood romance.
Isn’t that fucking me?
For example, I asked her why she didn’t break up with a boyfriend like a donkey.
She said she hasn’t found a better one yet, and the boyfriend makes a lot of money. He gives her money every month.
It’s like I’m still talking!
For example, I asked her the more obvious question, why do you do this? There’s someone out there. Is there revenge?
She said, “I like to play, I’m out, I’m having fun, I’m having a boyfriend, I’m having fun.”
I’ve had a smile, and I’ve been inside.
You’re out of line, slow lady!
The father-in-law also wanted to be my little sister. He asked me to meet several times, and I refused.
After all, the less he gets, the more addictive he gets.
This old thing…
I think the time is ripe for the net.
I’m telling my wife, in her name, that I’m going to work in her city tomorrow.
He wanted to see her and then paid her to open a four-season hotel and promised to pay another 10,000.
Just ask her to wait for me. My plane might be late.
When I’m done with the room, send me my room number, and I’ll go straight there.
My wife says yes.
On the other hand, in the name of the little sister, I “false” my father-in-law for a sum of money and pretended that it was difficult to meet him.
Of course, the time and place of the meeting is determined by “I.”
When my wife sent my room number to my left cell phone, I quickly sent this number to my father-in-law on my right-hand phone…
Four Seasons Hotel.
It’s almost the appointed time.
I hit a car, came near the Four Seasons Hotel, and carefully watched their father and their daughter meet.
Sun Ka-hee walked into the Four Seasons Hotel lobby.
About 20 minutes later, my husband also entered the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel.
He’s supposed to follow someone else’s swipe cards and go upstairs.
At the same time, I took out my phone, called my mother-in-law and said, “Mom, where’s my dad? It’s all right I just thought I saw a guy who went to the house at the Four Seasons Hotel, especially like Dad. I thought if you wanted to stay in a hotel, you wouldn’t have to pay for it. I should have read it right… and I asked it out… it was Dad, room 1024… this room seems to have another woman registered.”
I hung up on the phone and felt empty.
I don’t know what happened in there.
As for whether the mother-in-law would come for him, according to my understanding of her temper, the theory is…
But I don’t have a background.
Just wait and watch.
After about 10 minutes, my mother-in-law came with a couple of family and friends in a rush.
I’ve been waiting for the rabbit, and I’ve got a card for the other room on the 10th floor, waiting for my mother-in-law to enter the lobby, and I’m going to take them to the elevator right up to the 10th floor.
10th floor at the door of room 24.
My mother-in-law, with a clean face, still seems logical, and she says, “Wait a minute, I’ll pretend to be clean, knock on the door, take control of the old man, you guys, take that bitch, take a picture, take a video…”
My mother-in-law is pretty tough.
The plan, however, has not kept pace.
When my mother-in-law opened the door, everyone came in.
The mother-in-law seems to have forgotten the task she had set herself up, not to the father-in-law, but to the woman in the maid’s dress, with a series of sharp slaps.
The father-in-law turned his mother-in-law away. What are you doing?”
My wife in the maid’s dress lifted up her hair and looked to my mother-in-law.
Mother-in-law just stayed.
She’s got her own daughter in her mouth.
Other relatives and friends are even more indifferent.
In the face of her mother-in-law’s eyes full of killing and doubt, the father-in-law said, “I heard about Ka-hee and I’ll take care of her…”
“Don’t pretend to be Dad. You’re here for your sweet little girl. Take out your cell phone and show everyone that you’re talking to your sweet little friend. I exposed him directly.
My father-in-law was exposed and staring at me so hard that he couldn’t say a word.
Mother-in-law is worse.
The other relatives also lost their lives, but should have guessed what was going on.
One of the aunts was in a hurry, and he said, “Maybe there’s been a misunderstanding.
There are only four of us left in the room.
I’ve got a lot on my mind, but I’ve got a hard heart, two divorce papers out of my own bag and thrown in front of my wife.
“Mom, this should be the last time I call you Mom. It’s my considered decision to divorce Ka-hee. It’s not her bad. I can’t bring her down. I’m sorry.
I went on to say to my husband and my wife, “What have you done? You should know what you’re doing, and I won’t say much. My request is simple: I own all the cars, and Ka-hee buys some of your electricity, and you can move. I’ve spent most of these years, and I don’t want to give Ka-hee back, so she won’t take a cent from her account. So, if you don’t want to talk about the leaks, then we’ll get along.”
Sun Ka-hee, who was beaten up just now, fully understood…
I’m setting her up!
The woman has a good name on the divorce papers.
She stood up and handed me the file, and she said with the sound of her teeth, “We’ll see! I’m sorry.
“Do some serious business later. I’m sorry.
I’m not going back to my head after that.
Goodbye, my youth; goodbye, Miss Slow. Case number: YX01RZlpKBrbPaL5
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
