She’s next door.
She’s next door.
Red and Green: True love doesn’t end
One.
“First day. I’m sorry.
I like having a girl.
Although she was already the mother of two children, I would still call her a girl.
She lives next door to me.
She’s pretty, she likes to wear a red dress, but it’s the kind of conservative, aerobic, long skirts over her knee, and a little graft shows her body.
But her underwear is all kinds of sexy style.
I can’t help but imagine the way she’s dressed, and that’s what fascinated me.
The two of her kids are very noisy. They jump every night after school.
I was lying on the wall, listening to two babies telling girls stories about what happened at school today.
She always laughed at the kids and told her brother to protect her sister.
It seems like she’s always had something on her mind, and every time a good night is served, she comes to the balcony, and she sits, sits quietly and looks far away.
I watched her so quietly through the gap in the air conditioner.
She’s got a beautiful side with a slight sadness.
I thought, “I want to run over and hold her hand and say to her, “Don’t be afraid, I’m with you.” I’m sorry.
But I can’t.
I thought about speaking to her, but I found out she had a husband.
Her husband’s supposed to be in the field and busy.
Every Saturday a man will return and she will put her child in the care centre.
Listening to the sound of the room across the street through the walls makes me jealous and angry, and I’m the man in my head who keeps dreaming about it.
To be honest, I’m jealous, I’m jealous of her husband, I’m jealous that he can hold her in his arms, and I hope it’s me who holds her.
I tried not to listen, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know everything about her.
Even though she’s trying to please other men.
Two.
“Ten days. I’m sorry.
I think I’m obsessed.
I am no longer content to look at her secretly, and I want to have more contact with her.
Because I’m a digital traveler, I have more time to arrange our meeting.
Every day I hide at a convenience store in front of the neighborhood.
When she gets back, follow her.
Not far, not close.
Her back was always so glamorous, and the voice of the high heels stepped on my heart.
I’m holding on to the urge to hold her from behind, but I know I can’t.
But I’ll follow her into the elevator.
It’s a two-household, so most of the time, there’s only two of us in the elevator.
This is my rare time with her alone.
From the reflection of the elevator door, I can see her face, see her dress today, see her face and guess if she’s happy today.
Of course, I won’t stare. That’s unreasonable.
I always smiled and greeted her, politely asked her to get out of the elevator.
“Hello, thank you.” “This is the happiest time I’ve ever had, looking at her lovely face, and I’d like to go up and bite it.
Slowly, she found me, too, the sunboy who lived next to her.
It’s logical that I, the big boy who leaves work day after day like her, has come to her tweets.
3
“The fifteenth day. I’m sorry.
I didn’t send her a message on the tweet, which would be a surprise.
Fortunately, this silly girl doesn’t have friends’ circles.
I turned to her circle, one by one, to understand her past.
She’s got pictures of her and her kids in the circle of friends.
She smiled very sweetly and beautifully in the photographs, and the text books were all sweet in sunlight, as if there were hope for life.
But what happened to her, sitting alone on the balcony every night?
Just as I was immersed in her smile, in her good old life, a picture I turned to broke my emotions.
A divorce.
I’m in a hurry to open this circle of friends. The time was two years ago, there was no essay, there was only one photo alone and one.” No. No.
She’s divorced? Who’s the man every Saturday?
I’m suddenly a little angry, not her husband. Why would that man touch her, her new boyfriend?
No, her new boyfriend can only be me, only I can take care of her.
I never wanted to know more about her so urgently.
Through her tweets, I found a voice for her.
It’s just some day for her and her kids, and I can’t enjoy her beauty anymore, and I’m just going through it mechanically.
I didn’t get anything, I didn’t give up and went to “she likes.”
This stupid girl doesn’t even know how to protect her privacy. I’m gonna have to remind her.
“She likes” is also a short video about children, either child-care books or “how to be a strong woman”-like heart chicken soup.
Suddenly, a cover and other short video cover pieces got into my curtains.
I lighted it in, and it was a man-maker, and it was a pitiful compliment, and the boys in the video were stretching, and the muscles on their arms were revealed.
“She likes this kind. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing. I’m in a better shape than he is.
I’m going to light the homepage of the male host, and the fans aren’t even double-digit, and the video is either working out, or they’re being handsome, and they’re so greasy.
The same way, I quickly browse every video to find information about her.
Naturally, nothing has been found.
Fortunately, this man has marked his V Bo on the home page.
One night of hard work, I finally found her V. Bo in that man’s microblog.
It wasn’t that hard. I found out in the moment I opened the man’s tweet.
“He’s good.”
It’s a picture, exactly a shadow. White skin, sexy hammocks, and that almost perfect figure. Even if I can’t see my face, I can just look at her.
Open his V Bo, I’m a little angry and a little excited.
It’s full of her sexy pictures, like a real picture, but I can’t stop looking at it, even though it doesn’t show up.
“It’s not my fault that you’ve got such a thing. I’m sorry.
She’s still in the air conditioner gap, and I laughed. It’s okay. I found your secret.
4
“The 16th day. I’m sorry.
I stood at the door, staring at the cat.
She’s out.
Actually, I found out that she likes to dump trash at night and that she’s out in her sexy pajamas.
At first, I thought she was too busy taking care of two kids, so she always took a rest after cleaning up at night.
But when I looked at her V Bo, I felt more like she wanted to be seen and not to be seen, so she dressed like this and took out trash at night.
Look at her open the door. I’m carrying a garbage bag, pretending to be a coincidence, meeting her.
This is the first time I’ve seen her in a sexy underwear so close.
It has to be said that, despite the birth of two children, she is still in such good shape that her soft arms and straight long legs wander in front of me.
Of course, I’m not going straight to see it. I’m going to be a gentleman in front of her.
The reflection of the elevator door had all her snow in my eyes.
I mean, on purpose, acting crazy, staring.
I saw her mention her clothes, but she didn’t stop them.
The elevator door opened, and I saw her as she walked, with a nervous and shy look and a tiny mouth. I knew it. I was right. Although, I don’t know why she has such a slightly perverted habit.
She threw out the garbage and told me to go up with her, to be honest, to see her little face, and I really wanted to ride with her again.
But I refused on the pretext of smoking downstairs because I had more important things to do.
Make sure she gets in the elevator, I run to the garbage, and she throws trash at night. So there’s very little chance I’ll be seen going through the trash can.
But I’m still nervous, after all, for the first time. There was a light on the upstairs, and I acted like I was going to throw a cigarette. The lights went out very quickly. Someone should be up in the bathroom or drinking water or something.
I grabbed her garbage bag and ran home.
My heart was beating, and I was afraid that the person who turned on the lamp was looking at me like I was looking at her.
Home, I’m excited because I took a successful step.
I put on gloves, I took out the garbage one by one and put it in a row.
Most are children’s garbage, snack bags, used paper towels, calibrated grasspapers and an empty medicine box.
I’ve tried a hundred times. It’s for heart disease. Not bad price.
Did she have a heart attack? I’m worried.
But I can’t help but be disappointed by the fact that in the skeptical novels that I’ve read, it’s from a man’s garbage that he can tell his character and secrets.
I don’t know what I’m looking for, but this empty medicine box is killing me.
Good thing I’m next door to her. She doesn’t throw trash every night, but I know every night.
Even though I can’t meet her every time as a coincidence, it always happens once a week.
I know what she likes. I always pack myself up early, wear my shorts and my sleeveless shirt, and show my male hormones for the only time in the elevator.
I found her sneaking at me, and I always looked like I couldn’t see her.
5
“Thirty-fifth day. I’m sorry.
Bang! The blasts are coming from next door.
I’m confused and anxious. The doorbell was ringing before I ran.
It’s her.
She said that while she was playing games with the children, she suddenly banged up and the electricity went out and the children cried. Please let me take a look.
No, she wasn’t playing games with the kids just now, because I was watching her update V Bo a minute ago. In a hurry, she came in with a coat, and the appearance of a dress proved to be the one she had just updated.
But I didn’t take her through, and the flashlight went into her house.
The kitchen has been a mess. It’s a microwave.
The microwave was blown up in its entirety and the cooking equipment was blown up.
I told her that, fortunately, the microwave was on the other side of the wall and that if it was against the kitchen door or against the gas pipeline, the whole building was in danger, not just for their family.
First, all electrical appliances in the kitchen were removed and then the jumper caused by the explosion was pushed.
The power is back. I volunteered to help clean the kitchen. She’s helping me out, making me feel like a family, like a couple.
I was so excited when I sat on her couch for the first time after everything was packed.
I took a fine look at her house. It was sweet. Most of the paintings on the wall were made by two children, and she was dressed and came out of the bedroom.
Still so decent.
She’s sitting right next to me, and I can even see her eyelashes and smell her scent.
She said that there was no man at home, she said that she would invite me to dinner at home the other day and she said that there would be trouble for me in the future and she hoped that I would not dismiss.
I think she’s implying me.
Back home, I found that she updated another V Bo. Two pictures, one of my legs, and one of her sexy selfies on her knees. I haven’t seen this sexy pyjamas on the balcony. It’s supposed to be new. It’s nice to have a man at home.
The few comments are still so difficult to read, and after all, both photographs combine to see that my client would want to be wrong.
“Your colleague, do your friends know you’re like this? I’m sorry.
I murmured at her in the photograph.
Six.
“Forty-three days. I’m sorry.
There’s something wrong with her lately.
I can see that every day she goes to work and comes home late, often asking me to look after the children.
I decided to sneak her to her place of work.
She’s a cabinet sister, and I’m sitting in a chair at the mall for tourists, with a cup of milk tea in my hand, like I’m resting on a mobile phone, and I’m filming her in secret.
Here’s to thank for the ultra-mote filming of the mobile phone. So I sat here, and saw her as she was working.
Unlike usual, her hair is soared at work that the whole person looks cleaner and more capable.
I’ve been sitting here all day. I got a man at the counter.
I thought it was the boss. The result is not. It should be her new boyfriend.
When she left work, she changed her clothes and put her hair down, which was even more glamorous.
She walked by me with her arms and smiled happy. I didn’t realize I’d seen her all day.
I hate that man. Why is it not me she’s holding on to? Why did he ask her today? I was going to wait for her to get off work and pretend like I had invited her to dinner.
I didn’t think about it. The phone sent word.
It’s from her. Please let me take care of her baby. She’ll be back later.
I said “good.”
Then call the boy and tell him where my keys are and what’s in the fridge. I’ll be right back.
Little boy, full of promises. In order to break up the enemy from the inside, I’ve prepared snacks and toys for children at home. Now these two little ones are mine.
When I look up, I can’t see her anymore.
I’m looking for food in the mall, and I bet two people don’t come near, and there’s plenty of food in the mall, and there’s no need to go anywhere else.
I found her in a restaurant.
I’m angry. He doesn’t know anything about her!
She could not eat hot, but he brought her to the Kawakawa restaurant, where hot peppers were filled with tables.
She doesn’t eat cuisine, but every sip he puts on her carries it.
She doesn’t eat fish heads, and he’s gonna dig her eyes out and feed her.
I can’t help but go up there and tell a man that he doesn’t deserve her, that he doesn’t know her at all, that he cares about her and that his phone rings.
It’s the little boy. He says my toilet is broken and the bathroom is sprayed with water, and he and his sister don’t know what to do.
I thought it was important for the child’s safety, so I went back.
By the way, I ordered her a yogurt for the waiter.
It’s 9:50, she hasn’t come back yet.
“Can you take the kids to bed for me? I may not be going back today. There’s a key. I’m sorry.
Good.
I know she’s spending the night with that boyfriend. I’m angry.
I know exactly what happens at night, and her voice will pass through the white moonlight!
I don’t like it!
But I can’t refuse any of her requests.
After settling the kid, I came to her room.
I jumped into her bed, and the smell of her leftovers burst into my head.
I hold her pillow tight, like I hold her in my arms.
I opened her closet, full of sexy underwear. But I don’t have any hysteria.
I picked a light pink hammock, put it in the air and danced in her room.
“Can I buy you a drink? This beautiful girl. I’m sorry.
I put the pyjamas on the chair and poured two glasses of wine.
“You’re really beautiful tonight.”
7
“Forty-fourth day. I’m sorry.
It’s really exhausting to bring the kids, and because she didn’t come back last night, I had to get up early and make breakfast for two kids.
Obsessed, damn it.
I took two kids to school, they could have gone to school on their own, but my breakfast was abandoned, and they said there was a breakfast shop at the door of the school. No way, I had to take them.
I had breakfast, I grabbed the secret key in my pocket and waved goodbye.
I was alone in her house, like a man, leaving my scent everywhere.
I went to the balcony and sat in the position she used to sit on, although the view outside didn’t look different from my balcony, but I just thought it was beautiful.
Two kids after school today or home first.
I made a big table where she liked to eat and wait with two kids for her to come back.
She came back, and I saw surprises and joy in her eyes in the face of a delicious table.
She’s happy. I’m happy too.
After dinner she took the initiative to do the dishes, and I certainly can’t let go of this opportunity, when two people do the dishes, their hands meet each other unexpectedly. I saw her with red ears, and that made my heart glamorous.
Two little guys played in the living room and accidentally knocked over the tablets.
Yes!
She said she’d pay me one, and I offered to buy one with her.
She accepted with pleasure.
I think she understands me.
She went back with two kids, and I used to lie down on the wall trying to hear their conversation.
She asked the two kids how I felt about cooking.
The little boy actually said I made super bad breakfast.
Next time, no more toys for him.
Soon, the next door was quiet, and the two children had to go to school tomorrow, and she would normally not give the children more than 10 p.m.
But tonight she didn’t update V Bo, she didn’t go to the balcony to blow, and she didn’t take out the garbage. My heart is empty, I want to see her every minute.
I don’t know how I spent these hours.
But at around 1 a.m. I made a terrible presence at her door.
My hands are on the door so I feel closer to her.
But I didn’t expect her door to open!
My heart beats faster, I don’t know if it’s scared, excited, worried, or anything.
I came to the door of her room softly, opened the door one by one, and my heart beats so hard that if the door made a sound and woke her up, what would I say?
Fortunately, it went well, the door didn’t make any noise.
I went to her bed and looked at her in silence.
A pink knitting short skirt showed her perfect body.
♪ Bang, bang, bang!
My heart beats in the room and it’s getting urgent.
I’m so excited I can barely help myself. But I can’t. I like her. I don’t want to hurt her.
I just stood in front of her bed for about two hours.
Before I left, I covered her.
8
“Forty-fifth day. I’m sorry.
Desires are like a demon to me, and since the first time I have been unable to control myself, and every night I want to see her and even lie with her in her bed while she is asleep.
No, no, no.
I’m mad at myself, trying to rip this desire out of my mind.
I warned myself that once I had been found, I would surely be treated as a vicious villain and sent to prison as a bad person.
More importantly, if found, I’ll never get her.
Suddenly, I think of the little ad I saw.
“Microcam.”
I bought two, independent Wi-Fi, only as big as a needle.
A TV set under the living room and a clock in her bedroom.
Wi-Fi, connect to my house, adjust the angle, and then back out.
Why isn’t it dark? Why isn’t she home from work?
I was waiting to sleep in it.
9
“Forty-seven days. I’m sorry.
I think I’m someone she can trust.
Like today, on Saturday, two children were not sent to the holding centre, but in my house.
I played tablets for two kids, and I looked at everything in her house with a phone monitor.
That man didn’t value her at all.
My heart hurts more.
Good in time soon.
Men smoke and sit on the couch. She went to cook for him, and I had to look at the men and smoke while playing with the phone, because I had no surveillance in the kitchen.
“Boom-boom!”
Knocking at the door, I ran to the cat’s eye, it’s him, her new boyfriend. Why is he here today?
The girl looked at the cat when she opened the door and she stopped. I guess she doesn’t know what to do with today’s situation.
Open the door! I know you’re home! I’m sorry.
It’s over. I’m worried about her.
Indeed, the men inside heard the screams, pushed her out of the way, opened the door, and after a few seconds of silence, two men fought without accident. She’s pulling over, it’s useless.
I look at the two people in the video, and I’m very happy. Hit hard. It’d be better if we split up.
Two men fight while questioning each other. One says ex-husband, one says boyfriend.
The mood suddenly got strange and two men simultaneously put their eyes on her.
“Didn’t you say you’re single?” Her boyfriend first asked.
“I warned you, no other man!” This is your ex-husband.
The ex-husband seems to be a little more angry, waiting for her to answer. She looked at her so-called boyfriend, but he wasn’t moving.
Her ex-husband, who was still beating her, said dirty words in his mouth, and his boyfriend seemed to feel insulted and joined in the beating.
I can’t sit down anymore.
He ran over for disturbing the people and saw her being beaten by two men asking who they were. They say it’s a family matter. I don’t care. I don’t care.
The ex-husband and his boyfriend looked at me and looked at her and stopped and, before leaving, said that they would not give her any maintenance, child support. The boyfriend wants her to pay back, or send their videos online.
After the two men left, I held her tight and told her, “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.
She fell on my shoulder, tears wet my shoulder.
I didn’t do anything. I held her in silence and let her vent all her emotions.
Towed by the purple shoulder, I made her chicken soup and watched her drink.
After dinner, she told me that the little boy had a heart attack, and I had already discovered that the little boy could not have had a violent exercise, otherwise his face would be particularly pale.
The reason why the ex-husband comes every Saturday is that the ex-husband promised her double monthly maintenance, provided she remains with him every Saturday. She promised for the child’s medical expenses.
The boyfriend, who says he’s a boyfriend, rather than a foster, gives her a lot of allowance every month, which he uses to buy drugs for his kids.
She just told me she really liked him.
Now he wants her to pay back, or he puts the video on the Internet, and she buys drugs and doesn’t know what to do.
I laughed and told her, “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m sorry.
10
“Forty-eight days. I’m sorry.
Not today, I didn’t spy.
I was with her the next day, and I got that so-called boyfriend out.
I didn’t think my ex-husband was here, so I smelled a little conspiracy, and she was pathetic, and my heart was just trying to help her solve this as soon as possible.
Two men look at me, and they look at us.
“I don’t care what your relationship is, before I gave her 10 w, 10 w. I’m sorry.
The ex-husband didn’t want to lag behind.
“Closed mouth for 10 w, the maintenance for the children before. I’m sorry.
“What if I don’t? I’m sorry.
These two guys, the lion, opened up, and I thought 10 w would solve it, and now it’s 30 w.
“No? Send it to her friends, colleagues. I’m sorry.
“Yes, We sent it to her parents and relatives to show them their good daughters. I’m sorry.
Apparently, just one night, the ex-husband was moved by the so-called boyfriend. All they want is money. Looks like I’m bleeding today.
“It’s a confidentiality agreement, and I’ll give you the money if you sign it and guarantee it.
“This card has no password. Kari has 20 w. That’s all I have. I’m sorry.
I pushed the card and the deal in front of them.
They signed so fast, damn it, they felt fucked up, they should have used the 10 w card.
After two people signed, they took the card and left.
She’s in my arms again, crying with rain.
She asked me how to repay me.
And I replied, “They were made to each other.
20w, she should like me.
Eleven.
Fifty-five days. I’m sorry.
Our contacts are getting more and more, and she’s walking into my life.
We’ll go shopping, eat food, go to the movies.
She’s cute. Every time she goes to a store, she gets a rating on the software, looks at the comments, the ratings are bad or the ratings are bad, and the red vouchers are carefully calculated to ensure that every single point can be saved.
I’m just curious to hear her say, but if I put my talent on people’s eyes, I wouldn’t be so bullied.
And she said I hated it.
She bought a full set of sports equipment, including mine, because she heard that running gives people the power to start a new life.
But because of the lack of time during the day and the fact that she was afraid alone, she bought my equipment and wanted me to run with her.
I certainly accept with pleasure.
I didn’t think she’d run so fast that I could ride with her in the first place, and then I’d be left two or three steps behind and run with her.
Sometimes she turns around and pulls me forward, and I’m always swinging, and I prefer to run behind her.
I told you, I like her back too.
Run around the park about 5 km, we’ll sit in the park corner bench and chat.
Both were sweating, and I could feel the heat coming out of her body after her exercise. I’ll sweat her with a towel hanging around her neck.
We said, “Strengthen your exercise, or you will not be able to follow.” I’m sorry.
She said, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re looking at in the back. I’m sorry.
A good-looking girl, even with a white eye, I had to ask her and she got away.
12
“The sixty-first day. I’m sorry.
We’re not sure yet, but I don’t think it matters anymore.
Even market vendors think we’re a couple.
Together, we bought new furniture for my family and reset two children’s rooms.
She said that if she moved in later, she could not collect their rent.
I said, “No problem, you can pay for it.”
She laughed and said I was sick.
Does she know?
Her V Bo stopped, but she sent me a selfie every night before she went to bed, but the scale was much smaller than V Bory, and the pajamas were cute.
This day she sent me a selfie which had just taken a bath, and the radiant bead fell on the collarbone of the neck with her hair dripping.
I complimented her on the bouquet, and she went back to me with the greasy tongue.
She doesn’t know, I really saw her just coming out of the water.
I tried to tell her, but she always said she didn’t want to go so fast to a new relationship. She would say to the children’s room, “Isn’t this a plan for the future? I’m sorry.
Well, well, with her, I can’t really refuse any of her requests.
It’s Saturday. We’re at home playing with two kids.
Her phone’s been ringing from breakfast to dinner.
At first, there was a note, but then she turned on the silent mode, but she always hid from me when she got back.
I didn’t ask. Everyone can have their little secret.
But she can’t. I’ll know all about her in my own way. At least, in a way she won’t find out.
It’s complicated, but it’s simple.
While she was washing the dishes, I picked up her phone on the pretext of checking the children’s homework.
I know her phone code.
It’s true, girl, the chat records are not deleted. She is not a mind-boggling person, and I strongly condemn what I suspected of today.
It’s a debt. From the chat records, it should be two years since she borrowed money from her friends for the treatment of young boys.
Not much, just 5w block.
I was thinking how I could give her the money without hurting her self-esteem. If you return it directly to her friend, you will be found searching her cell phone, which is incompatible with my people.
I didn’t think she’d done the dishes and went back to her house to do her homework and sat right next to me.
Nearer, closer than ever.
She looked at me, and she looked in the face and kept her mouth open.
I’m teasing her. If you don’t say anything, she’ll go back. I’ll rest.
Finally, she whispered to me, asking if she could borrow 5 w., money she had borrowed from a friend who was in a hurry.
I was ready to transfer it to her on the spot.
She jumped in my arms happy, and I bowed and kissed her, and this time she didn’t hide.
Is that what you want?
I can’t help but reach out and she refuses when I want to go further.
She said she didn’t want me to think she was a random person, a man who died for money.
Oh, what a good girl.
13
“The ninety-first day. I’m sorry.
I haven’t opened this diary in a month, and I haven’t turned on the surveillance I set up.
After all, this month she’s off work and we’re all together.
But now I have to work on a laptop while I’m on my phone.
Because I can’t stand it anymore.
I didn’t think a relationship would cost so much.
This month, the boy spent $18394.74 on his medicine.
Buying her cosmetics, jewellery, bags, little skirts cost her almost $2w.
Cost of living about $5,000.
And paid her $1w in arrears.
I’m not worried about the money, I’m just wondering why I didn’t have more money earlier, and now I have to work too hard to be with her.
And, she promised to be my girlfriend. I’m happy.
I finally got her, but she said to marry before I was allowed to climb into her bed.
It didn’t go that far, but we’ve done what couples can do.
She still likes to throw garbage at night and wear her sexy little pajamas.
I can’t stand this contrast with her every day. This opportunity will not be missed.
In the elevator, I held her in my arms from behind, and her hair on her forehead always filled me with satisfaction.
I know she can feel it, but she’s never run away. She just called me a pervert.
I took this as her benefit to me.
14
“100 days. I’m sorry.
I’m working, and she came in suddenly. It’s her time, and I’m surprised.
She’s holding my hand, please. Please.
I looked at her frightened eyes and the clothes and hairs that had been disturbed by her running, carried her gently to the couch, poured her a glass of water and calmed her down.
She kept asking me to save her.
She said as long as I could lend her 30 w, she’d do anything.
One day I can’t stop taking off my own clothes.
I put her in my arms, and I told her to calm down.
She cried in my arms again, for the third time. I’m sorry.
After crying, she said that her brother broke a man ‘ s leg at home and that the family would have to be 30 w or go to judicial proceedings.
She stated that she had investigated that her brother would have to stay in there for at least three years if the other party had actually prosecuted the judicial proceedings.
She adds that since her parents died, she and her brother lived side by side, that she could not just watch her brother go to prison and that her life was ruined. So beg me to lend her 30 w.
She said she was willing to give me what I wanted.
She said she’s still alive. Let me not be afraid.
I look at the girl in my arms, and it’s just money that I can force her to do that.
How could I refuse her?
She was happy to kiss me, even though it was a shallow kiss, but it was also the first time she kissed me, and I thought it was worth it.
She jumped off to get dressed without waiting for me. Remind me not to peek.
I’ve seen it all, okay? What a silly girl.
I’m a little sorry because she’s wearing my favorite white underwear today.
When she was dressed, she went into my arms.
She wants me to go with her, or she’s scared alone. This 30w, just take it as her bride price. I can ask her anything.
I grabbed her little nose and said yes.
She’s on leave, and I’m standing on the balcony looking at the back of her departure.
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“One hundred and one day. I’m sorry.
We got on a plane and got on high iron, and finally the bus came to her home, a small town in the northwest of the country.
Red tight sleeves, flower arms, bean shoes, an all-too-hidden teenager, which was the first impression his brother gave me. But a brother-in-law can make out. It’s just that two little kids have a strange feeling about this uncle and they don’t want to talk to him.
Because of our remoteness, it’s already nighttime, so we don’t have the first time to deal with the beating of a brother.
To entertain me, my brother took us to the best restaurant in town for dinner, and I refused. Turned over to the fly stand by the road. Save the money and wipe his ass.
Honestly, the noodles here are really good.
The brother asked for two bottles of wine and kept bragging about his brilliant story in this town.
After dinner, he refused all his brother’s activities and wanted to rest.
She was supposed to be with me, and his brother pulled him behind me and told me we were allowed to sleep together only after we got married.
I asked him, did you pay the bride price?
He nodded his head.
Huh.
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“The 102nd day. I’m sorry.
I met the parents and it didn’t look so good. Long periods of work, combined with high terrain and extremely strong ultraviolet light, are tanned.
When he saw his brother, he came up and screamed, but I couldn’t understand it, but it wasn’t a good thing.
In the hospital, I saw the wounded and hung with a plaster on the left leg. Looks like it’s broken. I’ve seen it on TV.
I tried to bargain, but the other one died.
No way, after signing the letter of understanding, I transferred 30 w to each other.
It’s all my savings, I told her.
The brother-in-law’s brother-in-law’s screaming more intimate.
He said he wanted to celebrate, and to thank me, he paid. I didn’t say no this time.
My brother asked for a box at the hotel and called his friends.
All sorts of complimentes to me in this room, whether I’m young or me and her.
I don’t see two kids.
My brother says it’s late. He’s asleep at home.
They kept pouring wine at me, and maybe they didn’t think I was that good, and complimentary went from a career or something.
I drank at least two bottles alone and my head started to faint.
I don’t really drink that good, except I’m taking the pills in advance.
After dinner, my brother said he was going to the town’s most luxurious KTV and asked me to sing, and I refused because I wasn’t feeling well, and I kept smiling at her hand.
She sees what I’m saying. She just sits low and doesn’t talk.
My brother sent us to the room he had already opened and left with fun.
I hugged her and asked her what she said I could ask her after helping her brother.
She was shy enough to drill in my arms.
I said, “I want to ask you to dance.” I’m sorry.
She noded her head, said she had to take a shower first, hand me a glass of water, and give me my thirst.
I drank water and sat by the bed waiting for her.
She’s been washing very slowly for about half an hour, and I’ve been waitin’ for my head, and I’ve been trying to get in and take a bath a few times, but I can’t stand it, and I want to dance with her.
She finally came out and changed her clothes, the pink hammock, which was the one I secretly mentioned the other day. A little tremor in your heart. What a coincidence.
But I couldn’t help but walk forward, one hand was tied to her, the other hand was put between her waist and she was attached to her arms.
The two of us rotated in the house, and I suddenly lost my mind and pulled her into a big bed together.
I’m so dizzy.
She gently raised my face.
In between, I think I heard her say, “The prey”?
MD, that was my last thought.
17
“No….”
I’m tired of counting which day it is, because it should be the last.
I was in the hospital when I woke up.
The nurse said I’ve been sleeping for a long time.
The police came in when they saw me.
Laughing to me, if I hadn’t called the local police in advance, I might have become a man with only one kidney.
The police said that when they came in, I was naked in a box full of ice, and I had to leave.
I’m so scared I’m gonna touch my waist.
Seeing my mental state, he took me to take my statement.
The police said that they were professional concubines and illegal sales of human organs, and that the group was operating in a very subtle way, and that they had been tracking them inside the system for a long time, asking how I found them.
I’m still scared to face the police uncle, so I’ll be honest.
First of all, it’s a coincidence that my relationship with her just got warmed up so badly that she needed so much money. The second is the two little friends, who have a weird attitude towards their brother, who are nothing like family, and who are gone after that. Thirdly, my intuition has always been good, and everything has gone so well that I am alert.
Until I finished the glass of water she handed me, I was very good at it, and I had to take an understanding of it and normally I wouldn’t be dizzy.
That’s when I called the police.
Text-editing 12110. It’s very useful, and you can use it if you have an emergency.
“You just said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
The police were the ones who caught my message.
I wanted to be vague, but the police said she had. I’m a peeper. They also said that they had already installed surveillance in the room and that every move I made was clearly seen.
And asked me if I wanted to see my show.
I’m self-righteous.
I was again verbally reprimanded by the police, who said that they were lying to people like us. Beware of the peach trap.
Finally, I was told that, although I helped to solve the case, it was a success, and it was a success. I was sentenced to 5 days of administrative detention for violating the privacy of others.
I made a bond, applied for a stay of execution, and requested to go to the police station at my place. The police officer in charge of me and my police department spoke briefly and agreed to my request.
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When I got to my city, I went to the police station first.
Because I did a good job, the police uncles were nice to me, and I took the opportunity to go home and take a bath and change. They agreed.
On the way home, I turned on my cell phone, and I put the surveillance software in a weird place.
It’s been dismantled by the police.
After the shower, I stood alone in an empty house, looking at the little things I had with her and the children’s room she had been working on.
It’s a little uncomfortable.
I really thought about living with her.
If she doesn’t want to cut my waist.
And as I swam, suddenly I heard a noise at the door.
I used to look in the eyes of cats.
There’s a new neighbor next door. She’s got a nice back. I kind of like her.
Ha ha ha.
“End.”
Document number: YX01b98yYEYDEX5R
Published in 2022-07-08 14:33 Prohibition of Reproduction
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