What kind of experience does it have to do with a secret that’s been hidden for a long time?

What kind of experience does it have to do with a secret that’s been hidden for a long time?

Six months ago, I received a genuine picture of a woman who looked like my wife. Even the position of the mole on the waist is identical.

Ten years of love, I can’t swallow it!

I’m sorry.

Six months ago, I received a coloured letter from a stranger with a picture of my wife, Nguyen Yan, in a tight uniform. I had never seen such a wife, whose eyes were obscurant and left hand was a more tempting gesture.

This picture made me dizzy, I lit a cigarette, I found my body shaking, and I texted the stranger, “Who are you, what do you want?”

Half a minute later, he came back with a very humiliating text: “Your wife tastes like you’re sorry.”

I tried to dial the phone and the man turned it off.

All afternoon, I felt like my brain was like a lost machine, thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about where I was sitting in a chair until the office was empty. I went to the toilet to turn on the phone again, to put the picture to the maximum, fantasizing that the picture was P, and I watched it for a minute, desperately realizing that it was true, and that there was a mole on Nguyen’s waist, a secret feature known only to very close people.

It’s the same location as the mole.

I’ve known Nguyen Yan for six years and been married for four years, and in the memory of the past, she’s always been a clean and gentle woman. She’s a beautiful woman with great eyes and nosy noses. She’s not aggressive. She’s a beautiful girl in college. I’ve been in love with you and I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been in love for a year, I’ve been selling in Guangzhou, she sells houses in Wuhan and makes a phone call every night.

As far as I know, Nguyen Ying is a girl who can’t leave, remember when we first went to bed, and when I crawled into bed, she suddenly said to me, “Chang, let me make it clear to you that I’m not a virgin. If you don’t mind, don’t touch me, we can end it at any time. If you don’t mind touching me with this, then don’t mention it again, or I’ll be in trouble.”

I was in a very awkward position, my pants were off and my sweater was on the floor, and I knew she had spoken to two boyfriends before me. Now, in the words of my friend’s old gun, the only way to find a virgin is to go to kindergarten. But when she put it so bluntly, I said, “I don’t care about what happened to you, but you have to promise me you won’t mess with other men.”

Nguyen Yin heard that and took off his underwear like a kitten in my arms.

Many times that night, our skin was so smooth that it gave me great satisfaction. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, it was hard to judge whether she enjoyed or suffered, and I asked her, “Why didn’t you order a bed?”

You’re so naughty and annoying.

To be honest, I’m happy to see her face of shame, which means that her sexual experience is not rich, or that she is essentially not a slutty woman.

But now…

I came out of the office building with a cold wind, drilled into my car, called Nguyen Yeung, and it was a little noisy, and I asked her what she was doing, and she said, “Come to work, there are so many people looking at the room today, you go back and cook and I’ll cook.”

I smiled and said, “No, we’ll go out today and I’ll pick you up now.”

You’re a little surprised.

And I said, “Yeah, it’s more than 10,000. We’re having a good day.”

After I hung up, my tears came out, bitch, and I yelled in my heart.

Two.

If we compare the city to the man, Beijing is a noble man, Shanghai is a successful man in a suit, and Cheng is like a young girl in a clean dress. Wuhan is supposed to be a little punk with a smoke on his face, straight and straight, but no bad thoughts.

When Nguyen Yan and I were getting married, her father made three demands: first, no matter what happens, no beating. Second, there is little money to make, but no money to lie at home. Three, go back at least once a month and see them. They don’t have to buy anything. They’re cooking.

I was moved by the fact that in the 1990s, the family planning parents of Nguyen Ying put her above her life, and they wouldn’t let her clean up at home, and I lifted up the cup and said to the father-in-law of the future: “Dad, don’t worry, I’m just going to fight for my life, and I’m going to bring Nguyen Ying to a better life.”

After a sip of the white wine from the cup, he drank it to the middle of the day and pulled my arm, fearing that I would get drunk, and his father said, “Let him finish it.”

On the day of his wedding, both of his parents were depressed, and his mother’s eyes were swollen, probably a few times, crying, and her father gave me a red bag and said to his voice: “Chang, let him be with you, remember what you said.”

I bowed to my second-year-old and took Nguyen Yeung out of her house.

There were two cards in the red bag, three hundred and fifty thousand, almost all the savings of the old two, and his father said it was not a good thing to be married and rent a house outside.

I’m not a bad person, since the day I got married, and I’ve been trying to make money, running dealers all over the country, running from a small clerk to a deputy manager’s post, losing 20 pounds a year and drinking and permeating my stomach for $20,000.

Two years later, his father bought an Audi A4 in three circles, and after another year, all my money was put on Nguyen Qin’s, with only a few thousand dollars spent on it, and she should have had 1.8 million.

Why would she do that?

“What are you thinking, like losing your soul?” Nguyen Yan knocked on my hand with chopsticks and asked while drinking water.

“No… nothing. When did you buy this dress?” I suddenly found her wearing a black dress that I had never seen before, strapped around her waist tight, and she was in shape.

In addition, she was wearing fine makeup, and I remember she used to wash her face with lipstick and go out to work, and now she’s powdering and gawling, preferring to wake up half an hour early and clean her face.

There’s a good chance that the “smuggling man” is their company, and I’m so angry.

“Did you buy it the other day, by the way, and what was your bonus?” She ate her food and tried to turn it off.

“Who bought it with?”

“Duryn, who else?”

“When did you buy it?”

“What are you doing?” Nguyen realized that I was chasing after him and frowning my head, “What are you asking?”

I was so busy laughing, I said this dress was perfect for her, and I thought I’d buy her a few more to wear.

He turned his anger into a smile and strangled me with his fingernails: “Go to the checkout, go crazy.”

3

When we came home almost 10 o’clock, we took a turn to take a shower, and Nguyen was lying in bed playing with my cell phone, and I thought about that picture, and suddenly I came in, and she put her in her pajamas, and she put her hand on me, “It’s too late, I’m tired, I’m up early tomorrow.”

“It’s okay. I’ll drive you tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to. Just wait a few days.”

I don’t care about her. Take off her shirt and start talking. Her pants, I don’t know if I’m acting too rough, and she kicked me in the face, “You’re bored and I don’t want to.”

I had a bite of my teeth, but I didn’t have a seizure and went to the window to smoke.

It’s probably like you’re doing too much. You’re rubbing your thighs and saying, “You’re hurting me.”

There’s no doubt that this woman’s mind is not on me.

I took the ashtray to the living room and started to plan my reluctant plans. After so long in society, I understood that it was necessary to learn to be patient, to be determined and to act in the best interests of myself, whether in the event of happiness or misfortune.

The first thing is to find more evidence of her cheating and find the traitor.

It’d be better to catch her in bed, so she has nothing to say.

Then find a way to get back the money she’s got. It’s all my blood money.

In the end, you have to think of a way to get rid of it.

Send this picture online to make her a Net Red?

It’s not good, so I’m ashamed too. Everyone knows I’m wearing a green hat.

Find a girl with STDs, let her seduce that man and get them all sick?

It could be considered, but it would be difficult to implement.

I’m like a snake spitting on a believer, in a dark space, with the evil in my heart in a tooth dance.

4

On Friday morning I found a private detective who said he was wearing it, gave him $8,000 to follow Nguyen Yeung’s report, and I looked into the phone calls and information records and found that she was in close contact with two men, her first lover, Zhang Zheng, who was a young man, a good-looking man, and an embroidery pillow.

When they were in love, I heard that one night, when they were having dinner outside, Nguyen Yeung was molested by a bunch of hooligans, whistling and moving, and he kept his head shut, or the hotel owner came and asked him, “Why don’t you help me out?”

Zhang Zhang Zheng Zheng Zheng Zhu Zheng Zhu Zheng Zhu Zhu Zhu Zheng Zhu Zhang said: “They have four of them.

She lied to me that she had no contact with Zhang Zheng, that they had made several calls in the meantime.

Another person, called “Manager Soo”, was contacted more frequently by Nguyen Yeung, who called almost 20 to 30 minutes a day at noon. If I am correct, that person should be one of the small heads of their company. It’s no surprise that this society has a little power over women. I’m just sad that you shouldn’t be so cheap.

I came out for tea with Doreen. Doreen and Nguyen Yeung were friends for many years. The university was in a dormitory, graduated in a company. Doreen and I were bridesmaid when Nguyen Yeung married. Doreen wears a green ink dress, has a strong ponytail, has a moving eye under the white forehead and is very feminine in the dark light.

“What did Chen think of inviting me to dinner today? Did you want me to beg for help? Doreen is joking with me.

“Yes, you have to say good things for me, or I’ll be swept out.” I smiled for her tea.

“It’s like it’s true. Say it. What is it?” Doreen looked at me and took a sip of tea.

“Do you have a manager named Sue?”

“How do you know? He was transferred from the head office only last month, and now both Nguyen Yan and I are in his charge.” Dooline was a little surprised.

“Airborne leader? Is it rich?”

“It’s supposed to be rich, and he’s not very old, and he’s got a couple of houses in Shenzhen, and he’s said to be a rich generation.”

Rich?

I think of that photo and those provocative words, like what the rich generation did.

You know Zhang Zheng?

Zhang Zheng?

“You haven’t seen your first boyfriend?

Doreen thought about it, smiled at me and sarcasticed me on the table: “Ha ha ha ha, it’s all about the Monkey Moon, and you’re still obsessed with it, and I’m not critical of you, Mr. Chen.

It seems Doreen didn’t know about Nguyen Yeung and Zhang Cheong’s connection, and I ordered a large table of food on my face, and one of them made fun of her, and she almost fell on her feet when she left the house, and I put her in my arms, and I smelled the smell of her, and she was a little embarrassed to stand up and untie my arm, and she had a red face, so she said, “Oh, I accidentally ate your tofu.”

Looking at Doreen with a little shyness, I suddenly surged, and a perfect revenge plan appeared in my head.

5

“Why are you playing cards with old guns all this time?” At 2:30 a.m., you sat on the sofa and scared me.

“The old gun knows a lot of bosses and can do business.” I threw my coat on the sofa and washed my face in the bathroom.

Chen Shui. You know, you’ve been chasing your face in the bathroom, and you’ve been looking a little hard, “Where’s the money on your card?”

This woman is more insensitive than I thought, and I’ve taken the money for a week, and now she realizes.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I know a guy who owns software, put all his money in his project.”

“Why don’t you talk to me?” Do you think I’m your wife?”

Shit, I should give you a fucking movie prize. I swear.

“Don’t lose, don’t worry, the return on the project is particularly high, and by the end of the year we’ll probably be millions ofaires.” I laughed at her.

Women always believe in men’s drawings, I open my mouth, blow down the smallpox that doesn’t exist, and Nguyen Qin apparently put aside his concerns and took his cell phone to bed.

We haven’t had a couple for half a month, and that’s good. I don’t have her, and I don’t want to touch her.

The next morning, Nguyen Yan asked me to accompany her to her mother’s house, and I found an excuse to go there and let her go. When she came downstairs, I called the old gun, and there was a lot of noise, and the old gun yelled at me, “The man has been caught, you come straight to the warehouse in the sea.”

I finally met Zhang Zhang’s real man, who had his nose swollen, his nose bleeding all over his body, and his body shivering like he was about to piss his pants, and I let the old gun take away all those punks and take a picture of his face: “Do you know me?”

Zhang Xuan looked at me and shook his head.

I lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and I said, “Whatever I ask you, you answer it. Nothing happens. If you want to play, they can play with you.”

Zhang’s eyes seem to be obstinate, as if I didn’t understand. The old gun was slapping in his face, crying out for his mother, and the old gun pointed at him, and he said, “Do you call again, do you cut off your tongue?”

Zhang Zhang kept his mouth shut and the yellow tears flowed through his eyes.

“You, do you know me?” I asked again.

“I know you’re Nguyen Yan’s husband.” Zhang Zhang Zhengxig noded his head.

“Great.” I took out the phone and put that picture in front of him, “Did you send it?”

“No.” Zhang Zhang is shaking his head.

“Take a fucking look.” The kid seemed scared and started shaking his head for less than a second.

“No, sir, I haven’t seen Nguyen Yeung for years…” Zhang Xian asked for forgiveness with his cry.

“What did you say on her phone?” I looked straight at him, and I didn’t know why Nguyen-Yin liked that little face.

“My mother was sick the other day, and I borrowed 10,000 bucks from her, and then I paid her back and asked her and her brother to have dinner, and she said no, and asked me not to contact her again and we never met.”

The old gun picked up a wrench from the side of the closet and waved it twice, and said to me, “I don’t think he’s telling the truth.

At that point, a stench of stench came out of Zhang Xian, and Zhang Zheng stopped screaming, leaving his legs shaking, and he opened his mouth and made no sound.

The old gun stood up with his nose on it, and I had to kick it.

“Never mind, it’s not him.”

Six.

Back home, Nguyen Yan was cooking in the kitchen, and since I took all the money out of the house, we had a very difficult time, and we couldn’t see the larvae on the table, as if we had just met. I remember when we used to eat at a fast-food restaurant, 10 bucks a bowl of lids, and Nguyen Ying would put a small piece of meat in my bowl, and she said I had a lot of work to eat, and she had to keep her house in shape.

At dinner, Nguyen Yan put a piece of meat in my bowl with chopsticks, and she said, “Eat more, it feels like you’ve lost a lot of weight during this time, and the black eye is coming out.”

I look at her tender eyes, and it’s hard to judge whether she’s disguised, and she goes into her room and presents me with a bank card, and she says, “This is from my dad, and now there’s no money in the house. Take it and the man has no money.”

My eyes are hot. Pick up the bank card.

Let’s start over, we’re not little kids. We’re gonna have a few years to remember. I tried to convince myself.

And I said, “You know what?

Nguyen Yin interrupted me by saying, “Don’t interrupt, I haven’t finished yet. I’ve been thinking for a long time that you’ve thrown all your money into the business and you’re not in it. Listen to me. We’ll get all our money back sometime, and we’ll be rich and expensive, okay?”

Boom, something’s broken.

It was her disguise, and she was starting to think the other way around.

I nod my head: “Well, I’ll talk to him in a few days and get the money back.”

“If you can’t get it all back, you can get half, and if you can’t make a profit, you can’t just throw it all at yourself.”

I can’t wait, Sema’s heart.

“Okay,” I smiled at her, “Don’t worry, eat.”

When I brushed my teeth at night, I glimpsed a used pregnancy test stick in a garbage can in the toilet, and I picked it up, and I saw it with a plus sign, and in that moment I felt like my marriage was over, and I no longer had any fantasies about it.

I suddenly remembered that she didn’t have a period of menstruation this month, and if I had only done it twice since last month, that we had been married for so long, that we had been without children, that we had gone to the hospital many times, and that the doctors could not say so, just gave us some nutrients to relax.

Why does she insist that I take her to work every day instead of taking the subway as usual?

Why does she eat a special vitamin every night?

Why doesn’t she want me to touch her all this time?

If that picture is just a prick, it’s like a knife, and I can barely kick. Don’t blame me for being ruthless!

I threw it back in the trash, took my coat out, and Nguyen Qin came to the door and asked me what I was doing so late.

I drank a lot of wine that night, and the old gun yelled at a group of young girls in vocational schools, and the men and women were packed in a room. One of them had goose-faced faces, bending eyes like Nguyen Qin, sitting next to me, saying a lot of complimentary words, saying that I was handsome, saying I was a good-looking man, saying I was like a successful man in a TV show, and I smiled and put a scratch of money in her chest, and touched her face, and said, “Do you promise me, don’t lie to me again?”

The little girl gave me a kiss with her eyes open and her husband screamed, and probably saw some in my wallet, and asked me, “How could I lie to you, I only love you, my husband…”

I had a bulge in my stomach, and I ran and crawled to the trash can and started vomiting.

“Honey, what’s wrong with you?”

“Honey, I’ll get you a hot water.”

“Honey, where are we going to stay?”

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I slapped her in the face, and she screamed and fell down, as if she was scared, and she looked at me with tears, and the old gun came in handy with the friends. I realized that I was out of my mind, rubbing tears on my face, pulling the little girl up, and I took all the money out of my wallet and stuffed it into her hand: “I’m not your husband, go.”

7

All the preparations are in place, private detectives have taken pictures of Nguyen Yeung’s hotel, all the money is transferred to the account that the old gun helped me with, the house is mortgaged, and Doreen. I thought she would take care of her relationship with Nguyen Yeung and I would not go too fast. I didn’t think I’d sleep with her after a drunk, and the next morning she was a little confused, and she was wearing clothes, and she said, “I don’t want to hurt my best friend, let’s forget last night.”

Dooline was a pretty girl, but she was in love with a guy who had been tricked by a programmer’s boyfriend for tens of thousands of dollars, and she said that even the programmer had become a piece of shit. I guess she had a thing for me, because I was drunk the other night, and she took me to the hotel room.

I lit a cigarette: “If you don’t say I won’t, she won’t know and there won’t be any harm.”

Doreen thought about it, lying by my side and taking away the smoke from my mouth, and she said, “Then promise me you won’t let it go, and Nguyen would hate me.”

Every two days thereafter, we came out to open a house, probably out of revenge, or because of the skill of Doreen’s bed, which I never felt when I was with Nguyen.

The first scene was when a couple of punks from the old gun came to my house with an iron bar and kicked me in the face, when Nguyen Qian was scared and pointed so hard at me and said, “If you don’t pay the $300,000, I’ll cut my hand off next time.”

After you left, Nguyen Yan helped me clean up the wounds on my face, and her tears were dripping down: “Why do you have to gamble and owe so much money?”

I couldn’t bear to shake off her hand and say, “It’s all my business, not yours.”

In any case, she will not think about the money, and I have been waiting for her and me to show off, and I didn’t think she was patient and was just doing her chores at home.

The second scene, the bankers came to us, and they came up with a contract that the house had been mortgaged and we could stay at most until the 10th of next month.

Since then, Nguyen Yan has been in a state of discomfort, presumably because I disrupted all her plans and those of the traitor.

In the case of a normal divorce, the matrimonial property was half a person, and she could share more than a million.

She used to groan at night, and I wore my face to sleep, and she kept laughing.

The last scene, on my birthday, Nguyen Yeung sent me a message early, asking me to go back to dinner and to talk to me about it, which seems to be holding up.

But how could I give her a chance to kiss me?

I got Doreen to go to the hotel, she said she should still be home for her birthday, and Nguyen Yeung is waiting, and I’m so anxious to strip Doreen of her. While we were messing around, Nguyen Yeung called Doo-Lin’s phone. Doo-Lin didn’t want to answer the phone, and I pressed the answering button.

Like a prank, I keep pushing my waist, Doreen wrinkles on her lips, and she talks to Nguyen-yeon, and sometimes she hums, and she sees something wrong, and says, “Are you uncomfortable, how do you feel about your voice?”

Doreen looked at me, and I was just trying to say something, and I grabbed the phone and yelled at it, “I’m busy with Doreen. Leave us alone.”

Doreen pushed me under the bed like an electric shock. She tried to explain to Nguyen Qin, but the phone was hung up, and Doreen gave me a smooth little leg: “Are you fucking sick?”

It’s over, it’s over.

I stood up, dressed, smiled, walked out of the hotel, and I was in the face of a cold wind, and I stopped by a taxi, and the master asked me where I was going, and I said the address, and the master said, “Is there something interesting?

And I smiled, and I came out, and my hands were like, “Yeah, I’m finally getting a divorce from my wife.”

8

In my expectation, Nguyen Yin will cry, hysteria, curse me with the worst words, or tell me that she cheated on me long ago.

I didn’t think that Nguyen Ying was just sitting quietly on the sofa, and she looked at me like she couldn’t read it, and she said, “It’s too late to sleep.”

I’m a little disappointed that it’s like a punch on a cotton, it doesn’t itch or hate.

Before she went back to her room and closed the door, she said, “Get up early tomorrow and we’ll go to the Civil Administration.”

I looked at the food on the table, the soup, the porridge, and the duck, and it took a lot of work. I had a cake on the tea table, and I had a pain in my heart, and I looked at him, and then he was strangled, and I remembered the pregnancy test.

She was already someone else’s, and I kicked her, and the cake fell off the tea table, and the butter and fruit spilled.

9

From the Civil Administration, Nguyen Yeung’s father stood at the door, and he jumped me up, punched me in the head, and the staff near him was too busy pulling him. He was just a man in his mid-50s with half his hair white, and at that moment he looked like a wolf to protect his calf, and his eyes were full of violence.

Anyway, he’s not sorry for me, so I’m just rubbing my mouth and walking in.

Nguyen Yan’s cry came from behind, and she was like a little girl who suffered, buried her head in her father’s chest, crying in spite of her face.

I took a long leave with the company, and it was like I had a big illness, lying in bed all day long, lying for a week, and on my way to the old gun Doreen and other friends, and I didn’t even open the door.

That piece of cake I kicked on the floor stinked, and I couldn’t bear it in my room, so I had to pick up the tools and start cleaning, and I found a card in it, and I was so sick that I could wipe it out that I could finally read it.

It’s like falling into a bottomless abyss, and I’ve never been so desperate.

“Honey:

It’s your 28th birthday. I’ve been with you for six years.

You have made some mistakes during this period, but I have forgiven you. How can a man’s life be free from a bump? I have borrowed enough money from his family. We have paid back our debt from the beginning. I have faith in you.

You don’t even like birthday presents. You’ll love birthday presents this year.

You’re going to be a father because I put my pregnancy test stick in such an obvious place. You didn’t find it, you idiot!

Love your wife.”

10

She didn’t make out with me the other day. She knew she was pregnant.

To persuade me to get the money back is to prepare for the baby.

The insomnia after knowing I’m in debt to gambling is just for me, trying to help me.

Didn’t tell me about the pregnancy, just wanted to surprise me.

Everything seems unusual from the point of view of suspicion, but it is completely different from that of trust.

I finally panicked, and at 4:00 a.m. I drove to Nguyen Yeung’s house and kept knocking, and her father opened the door for a few minutes, and he told me that Nguyen Yeung had just had surgery and asked me to get out of here.

“What’s the surgery?” My mouth is shaking.

“An abortion.” His father pushed me out of the door, and he pushed me out, and he said, “Chang, I’ve seen it. What the fuck are you?”

“Dad, you let me in, and I’ll just say one word to her.”

“Don’t call me Dad. You don’t deserve that.” His dad’s got to close the door.

Nguyen Yin came out of the room, she looked pale, and she pulled her father’s arm and said to me, “We have nothing to say. Bye.”

The moment the door was covered, I finally paid for my suspicions, and I lost the most caring person in the world.

After a while, I was looking into the mysterious person who sent me the picture, which I had seen by a professional, who told me that it was synthetic and that the person who did it was a master, who could not see it.

I went through that phone number again and only knew that the number was called Jung-hoon, but I didn’t remember that name, and I didn’t know why he was messing with me.

In the end, I went to investigate the Su manager and found out that she was a 30-year-old woman, and that her visit to the hotel was an attempt by her manager to bring her in as director, so during that period, she was focused on dressing up and working overtime.

Until one day, the old gun made a big order for us to eat, and Doreen came here. It was the first time I met her since she was divorced, and it was awkward for both of us to eat, and then she went to the bathroom, and her phone fell on the table and her phone rings, and I saw two words on her phone screen: Jung-ho.

All the riddles have found the answer. Why didn’t Doreen tell me when she knew that the manager was a woman? Why would Doreen take me to the hotel after I was drunk?

She’s the one who did the whole thing.

It’s just a little ironic that I choose to choose between strangers and loved ones, and I choose to doubt the loved ones.

Three minutes later, Doreen came back from the bathroom and dumped the water on her hands, and everyone was staring at her with a different look. I stood up with the old gun and gave the waiter 300 bucks to stop coming in. Doreen noticed something wrong and laughed at us, and he was shaking, “What’s wrong?”

[end]

The sun went straight into the house, and a man with a moustache knocked on the mouse and said to the woman in the bed, “Okay, done.”

The woman carefully examined the photo, wrinkled her eyebrow and said, “No, there’s a mole in her waist, or she’ll be found.”

The man asked exactly where the woman took off her clothes, pointed to her waist and said it was probably here.

“Why do you have to do so much trouble?” Men chew gum and ask.

“First of all, the company is about to take a test, and the promotion is worth over 3,000. Secondly, she robbed my boyfriend when she was studying, and I liked Zhang Zhang Zheng first, and she ended up with her. By the way, if she divorces Chen, I’ll hook up with Chen, the kid’s head is simple, and I’ll get all his money and we won’t have to live in this rental house.” The woman lit a cigarette and said it in a hurry.

“Fuck, will you ever do that to me?” The man said.

“Stop talking. Are you done?”

“Well done, look.”

Women look at the pictures on the computer, where their girlfriends are in a funny uniform, and they are all red-faced and in a messy bed, and their mouths rise.

“This is fun…”

The woman made a copy of the photo on the man’s phone, entered a series of numbers, pressed the sending key without hesitation, and her face grew more and more smiling, as if an unwittingly interesting game had been discovered.

The posterior: In fact, this paper is just about a story about “trust”, life is a three-dimensional thing, and many things are different because of the senses that come from different perspectives, like the details in the text, which seem unusual from the point of view of suspicion, but if it is from the point of view of trust, it is completely different. Just hope you learn to trust, and don’t miss the person you love most because of a little misunderstanding.

What kind of experience does it have to do with a secret that’s been hidden for a long time? – Seeee Youl’s answer.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.