Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 8 (Alternative Other Adult Novels)

8. B
female

Life cannot bloom from lies. No matter it is a white lie or a malicious lie, there will be a moment when the veil is lifted. At that moment, no matter it is a beautiful lie or an ugly lie, there will be a sadness of being deceived, and that sadness will definitely be unforgettable.

——Heine

The days in Shanghai were relaxed and boring. The work was not difficult for me and did not take up much of my time. I was too lazy to go out for a walk. There were only buildings and roads here, and only vehicles and pedestrians. It was the rainy season and it rained all day long. It was really boring.

Once when I was riding on a bus, an old man came up and I gave him my seat out of politeness. The old man moved slowly, and before he could sit down, a thin Shanghai man next to him sat down. So I asked him to stand up and told him that this was the seat I gave to the old man. I thought after I explained, the little man would understand and react, but he actually started arguing with me.

"This is the seat I sit on. Why should I give it up? There's no sign on the seat saying it's yours." said the little man.

"You were standing next to me just now, and you saw me giving up my seat to an old man," I replied.

"How could I see that? I don't know what you are up to."

"So now you know, right? Get up." I was a little unhappy at this point in the conversation.

"Are you a little confused? This is Alasanhai, you can't order me around." The little man looked arrogant, as if he was something great just because he was a Sanghaining.

"I told you to get up." I was suppressing my anger.

"Huh, who are you? You just get up when I tell you to? You don't understand." The little man pouted and looked out the window: "Country bumpkin."

After hearing the little man's last three words, I couldn't help but get furious. I stopped trying to persuade him and simply reached out and grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up from his seat. Damn it, you said I can’t figure it out, so I’ll try to carry it myself and see if I can figure it out.

I lifted the little man up more than one meter high, kicked his legs wildly, then threw him to the ground and asked the old man to sit down. I turned around and looked at the little man. He was staring at me with hatred in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

The car went two stops and the little man got off. Through the window, I saw that he did not leave after getting off the bus, but stood at the station and glared at me.

Seeing you like this, I will repay you with an eye for an eye.

They glared at each other for a few seconds, and then the car started. The little man suddenly exploded, pointing at the car and cursing. I couldn't understand or hear what he was cursing, but from his expression, I knew he was cursing me.

I got angry all of a sudden and rushed to the driver at the front door to ask him to stop the car. However, the driver said we couldn't stop. When the little man outside saw me approaching the door, he ran away and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to give up in disappointment.

During my time in Shanghai, I also tried to find Mr. Ou. Although I know that I can't help him with his situation, we have been classmates for four years after all. Even if I can give him a little comfort, it will be considered that I have done my best. Perhaps, if we find him, we can call on his classmates to organize a fundraising campaign to raise some money for his kidney transplant. More than ten years have passed since graduation, and the gap between the rich and the poor among classmates has widened, and some of them have become successful people. Maybe if everyone works hard, hundreds of thousands of dollars can be raised and saved his life.

But to do this, the prerequisite is to find Mr. Ou, know where he is, and whether he is dead or alive.

Because I am not familiar with the land in Shanghai, I always ask Lao Ma to go with me to look for land. The reason why Lao Ma was brought in instead of others was because among this group of classmates, only Lao Ma still had an indescribable sympathy for Mr. Ou, probably because they shared the same fate. Others are either too busy or have lived in this inhumane city for too long, and their sense of human touch has gradually faded.

After Lao Ma got divorced, the child lived with him. Because he couldn't take care of the child due to work, he brought his parents from his hometown to take care of the child together. So Lao Ma still had some time to spend with me. While searching for Mr. Ou with Lao Ma, he revealed to me some of the living conditions of these Shanghai classmates.

The class beauty is a good wife and mother. Her husband is a nice guy. They both have decent jobs. They live a relatively smooth life and are content with a small fortune. Although Ma Gan is successful in his career, his marriage is very unhappy. His wife is a shrew who is greedy, angry, coquettish and lazy. Ma Gan has been dissatisfied with her for a long time, but because they have a child and considering the high cost of divorce, he just makes do with her. Of course, Ma Gan has money, so he found a lover outside. In addition to finding a lover, he also has sex with prostitutes and one-night stands. Even though Ma Gan is as fat as Maitreya Buddha now, he is rich and there is always beautiful women around him. The wife that Emperor Liu Bei married was of a relatively low level of education and had always admired him. The two of them lived a good life, but there was a huge cultural difference between them and they could not find common ground. But Xiao Shanghai is still unmarried.

"Ah? Xiao Shanghai is not married yet?" I was surprised again when I heard this, and then joked: "No wonder he looks so young, haha, it turns out he is still a virgin."

"He is just like Ye Gong who loves dragons but doesn't like them." Old Ma commented disdainfully: "This guy keeps praising Shanghai women all day long, but the problem is that he has dated countless girlfriends over the years, but he just won't get married."

"Haha, he is a hungry man who doesn't know the suffering of a full man." I laughed.

Unfortunately, although Lao Ma and I thought of many ways and ran a lot of miles, we still had no clue about finding Mr. Ou. Seeing that I had no other options, I even prepared to put a missing person notice in the newspaper. After discussing it with Lao Ma, Lao Ma said, "Shoujie, forget it. Don't waste your energy. Mr. Ou didn't contact us because he didn't want to contact us. Even if you posted a missing person notice, would he come?"

When I thought about it, what Lao Ma said did make sense, so I could only sigh and give up trying.

To kill time, I go on QQ to chat whenever I have time. At that time, I had just broken up with girl A. Following the Chairman's teachings that "the road ahead is long and hard, but we must start over again", I began to look for ways to meet a beautiful woman and start a new relationship.

This time I met girl B.

Girl B met me through chatting in a QQ group of travellers. I was originally chatting in a QQ group, talking to my fellow travelers about my bad experiences in Shanghai. Not long after, a female hiker started chatting with me privately.

"Are you in Shanghai?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Do you think Shanghai is bad?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"I like Shanghai very much. My mother is from Shanghai. My skin becomes better when I go to Shanghai. Beijing is too dry and the wind and sand are too strong. Don't you think so?"

"Yes." After talking about this, I checked her information, and the location and IP address both showed Beijing. I understand, she is a Beijing woman with half Shanghainese ancestry.

At this time, I received a friend request from her, so I added her as my friend.

The topic began. Through several private chats, I gradually figured out her situation: she claimed to be 29 years old, a government official, a divorced woman, and loved traveling as much as Xu Xiake. Moreover, she is good at singing and dancing, and is multi-talented. She is proficient in playing all kinds of musical instruments, and is knowledgeable in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. When both parties exchanged photos, wow, she turned out to be a beautiful woman with both talent and beauty.

Seeing this, I had the urge to have a video chat. The other party said that the thing was not installed. It just so happens that I didn’t bring any video equipment with me, so based on the principle of equality I won’t force others to do so.

But this time, I have learned my lesson from Ms. A, so I am not going to waste my time and emotions on a woman with children. So at the beginning, I asked her straight away if she had any children. She said yes, but gave it to her ex-husband. When I heard this, I thought about it and felt that this was okay. At least we didn't live together and our relationship was better.

I have been chatting with girl B for more than a month. She has been providing me with a lot of photos, and she looks quite elegant. Among them, there are several photos of her with city leaders at meetings, proving that her identity as a civil servant is true. Moreover, judging from the furnishings in her office, she might be a grassroots leader or something.

There are also a few photos she took in Shanghai, with the Oriental Pearl Tower and Jinmao Tower as the background, which I am tired of seeing every day, and some were taken in the alleys. She said that the alley in the background was the former residence of her mother's family. This proves that she is half Shanghainese.

After chatting for a while, I felt that girl B was a bit arrogant. This is no wonder. Women, if they are pretty, tend to be a bit arrogant.

It happened that my mission ended at this time and I returned to Beijing. After chatting with her for a month, I can’t wait to meet her.

Because he was so arrogant, I was the one who first asked for a meeting. After the ordeal of getting along with Ms. A, I have now become a person with a clean history, and Li Shouzhen has become Li Buzhen, so I took the initiative to open it and asked her to have dinner with me the next day. Girl B was reserved for half a minute, saying that she knew too little about the man, but after some reluctance, she finally agreed.

The next day, I felt very happy and kept fantasizing in my head that I would have a candlelight dinner with the beautiful and talented girl whom I had admired for a long time and spend a romantic night with her.

Unexpectedly, in the afternoon, girl B suddenly called me and asked me if we could arrange dinner for tomorrow?

I don't like to force things, so if they want to postpone it, then postpone it. I immediately agreed and asked, "Why?" She replied that there was a big boss in Guangzhou who was one of her many admirers. He recently went on a business trip to Shanghai and made a special trip to Beijing to meet his idol. The plane arrives at seven o'clock in the evening. I will only stay for one night and fly to Shanghai tomorrow. Therefore, she thought it would be best to show favor to fans far away first, and postpone it to local fans. I, Li Shoujie, am very sorry.

When I heard this, I immediately felt unhappy and looked at him with contempt. I thought to myself: Damn, why can’t these divorced old women come up with some new tricks? He is using the big boss in fairy tales to deceive people and raise his own worth. It's disgusting. Damn boss, I am the boss. Screw you, just go date your imaginary boss. Even if a big boss really comes from afar, there should be a first come first served principle, right? I have an appointment with your uncle, why should I give way to the big boss? Just because the big boss is richer than me?

Thinking of this, I don’t even want to go to the date tomorrow.

Of course, Ms. B didn't know that I had already learned similar tricks from Ms. A and was not so easily fooled, so she continued to fabricate her big boss myth in a vivid way. Without waiting for me to ask, he started telling me all the details, just like a criminal trying to get a confession in exchange for leniency: what kind of awesome business the big boss was in, what kind of awesome car he drove, what kind of awesome villas he had in Guangzhou, how many awesome companies he had, he told me everything.

To comfort the child? I listened to her fairy tale patiently with a smile on my face, and said only one sentence: "Well, I wish you success!"

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Unexpectedly, after a while, girl B called again and asked me what clothes she should wear. When I heard this, I thought to myself: Are you sick? I haven't even seen you, how would I know what clothes you should wear? Maybe it would be better without clothes.

Of course, I was still very polite and said, "Just wear what you normally wear. It's just a meeting, don't be so nervous."

Girl B asked again: "I want to get a beauty treatment first, what do you think?"

Shit, I think you’re sick, I thought to myself. Of course, for those beautiful and coquettish photos, and the admiration for the talented and beautiful woman, I held back and said, "Then do it."

Ms. B asked insincerely, "Hey, I have to meet someone tonight. Do you mind? If you are unhappy, I will tell the boss to cancel the appointment and still have dinner with you tonight."

As soon as I heard it, I understood that she was trying to save face: she had brought up her boss and raised her status, and she was testing my attitude. If I mind, it's a good opportunity for her to meet me, and it also makes me seem like I really like her. It's wishful thinking. I won't give you any steps, but a ladder. Just keep climbing up. When I climb up to your castle in the air, I'll knock you half to death.

So, I also comforted her hypocritically: "No, no! It's not easy for her to fly all the way here, not to mention she has to fly away tomorrow. Besides, you have an appointment with someone else, and she has come here, so it will hurt her heart. Although you have never met, she is deeply in love with you, so she came all the way here. If it were me, I would not have made such an effort. So, fate is hard to find, don't let her down. As for me, I am a native, I can meet her any day if I want to. I still have this tolerance."

After hearing what I said, B knew she couldn't get down the stairs, so she had to bite the bullet and continue climbing up the ladder, but she expressed her gratitude: "I think you are a really nice and generous person."

I thought to myself, damn, I’m not a lenient person at all. You don’t know how much I despise you in my heart. I’m just playing with you for the sake of convenience. Who do you think you are? I haven't even seen you. Do I have to act like a villain in front of you and be jealous?

So, after a few more hypocritical polite remarks, I hung up the phone.

Since I wasn't having dinner in the evening, I drove straight home after get off work. I ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste and looked at the dish for a while after finishing it.

I was watching a disc when my cell phone rang again. When I picked up the phone, it turned out to be girl B. On the phone, girl B said that she had ended her date with the big boss in Guangzhou and wanted to meet me.

I couldn't help but look up at the clock on the living room wall. It was just a few minutes past eight. I became even more certain in my heart that she was going on a date with the air. The plane didn't land until 7 o'clock, and the date was over at 8 o'clock. It was so damn fast. It was even faster than the Hollywood movie The
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In Furious, those awesome racers are really fast.

So I laughed slyly and said teasingly: "Wow, how come it's so fast? This meal was a bit hasty."

Girl B quickly tried to justify herself, explaining, "Oh, don't mention how disgusting that guy is. He looks like a pig, his waist is thicker than Mao Zedong's banknotes, and he started to make advances on me as soon as we met, and even wanted me to get a room with him..."

In fact, I had expected this result because I am the only big boss! Therefore, no matter it is the big boss of Guangzhou, Shanghai, Paris or New York, no matter it is Jack Ma or Zhang Chaoyang, no matter it is Buffett or Bill Gates, they will eventually be eliminated for various reasons. Thanks to Ms. A, she taught me how to identify the lies of divorced old women.

Ms. B continued on the phone: "Can we meet again tonight?"

I looked at the clock again and said, "Forget it, it's already past eight o'clock, let's stick to the plan and do it tomorrow. I don't like to change plans casually. If we say tomorrow, it's tomorrow."

B heard from my tone that I didn't seem to care about this matter very much, so she quickly said, "Hey, why are you so rigid in your thinking? Plans can't keep up with changes, don't you understand? Besides, it's only a little after eight o'clock now, why wait so late? Anyway, I really want to see you. I didn't feel anything when I chatted with you before, but compared with that disgusting pighead, I think you are a very real and generous person."

To be honest, I had no interest in this weird woman anymore, so I just made up a lie and said I was writing programs at home and couldn't go out.

Unexpectedly, girl B said, "Why don't I just go find you?"

Damn, it really sticks to me!

However, on second thought, since there is such a beautiful lady who is both talented in literature and martial arts, and who delivers the goods to my door in the middle of the night, why should I, a bachelor, push her away? Besides, I haven’t had sex for a while after breaking up with girl A, and my little brother really needs some nourishment and something new. Even if you have already denied her character, if she is pretty enough, you can have a one-night stand with her.

Alas, after being trained by Ms. A, I am indeed no longer honest now. So I agreed to her request and said, "Okay, come on."

After that, I informed the address.

As the ancients said, now that we have come, we should make the best of it. Since she insists on coming to my house to offer herself, why should I be polite? I will just follow her wishes. So I went into the study, turned on the computer, and pretended to open a document. In order to make things easier, I prepared all the condoms in a box next to the corner sofa.

Then, I leaned back on the sofa and fantasized happily about what would happen if the beautiful woman pushed me down on the sofa.

About half an hour later, someone rang the doorbell of the unit. When the call was answered, it was indeed girl B, who was immediately let go.

I was standing in the hallway, excitedly waiting for that thrilling moment. Even my little brother was getting into the mood in advance, poking his head out of his crotch, as if he also wanted to see what the legendary beauty looked like.

Two minutes later, the doorbell rang again. Oh yeah! The beauty is coming! A cheer broke out in my heart and I opened the door excitedly.

The moment the security door opened, the smile on my face froze - could this ugly thing in front of me be the beauty in the photo? Damn it, I hate these photo studios that take artistic photos. They can easily turn straw into gold bars and pheasants into phoenixes. Isn’t this just cheating?

I saw this "beauty" in front of me, with a fierce look, a face full of flesh, big breasts and buttocks, and a waist as thick as a barrel; although her face was covered with thick concealer, it still couldn't cover the large area of ​​fat under her eyes, showing the signs of time; and her hairstyle happened to be a Japanese style that I particularly disgusted.

What's even more terrifying is that her breasts are incredibly big, as if she was holding two watermelons weighing ten or twenty kilograms. Their breasts came out before she even entered the room, and they trembled when she walked, which made me terrified. I was afraid that the thing would not be able to bear the weight and would fall and break into pieces, dirtying my sandalwood floor.

Although I am no longer honest, my aesthetic tastes are still within the normal range. It is psychologically unacceptable to have big breasts and milk like this.

Seeing the other person's look, I immediately lost all interest. It seemed that the condom was prepared in vain.

Of course, it was too embarrassing to just chase her away, so he had to politely ask her to sit down, courteously poured her a glass of water, and then sat upright with a solemn expression, acting as if he was attending a funeral to commemorate a revolutionary martyr. While pretending to be attentive and listening to the old woman's words, he was thinking about how to get rid of her as soon as possible.

It seemed that the old woman had not yet recovered from the magical story of the big boss. As soon as she sat down, she began to curse the imaginary "big boss of Guangzhou" eloquently.

I had no choice but to agree with him, but I thought to myself: Shit, there might really be a big boss from Guangzhou coming to meet me, but once he sees my face, he will probably be so scared that he won’t even dare to get off the plane and will directly charter a plane to escape back to Guangzhou overnight.

Then the old woman stood up again and walked around the rooms of my house without being invited, mumbling as she walked:

"The house is quite spacious!" said Nai Ba.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied.

"Do you live alone?" asked the boss.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied.

"Do you have a mortgage?" asked the tyrant.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied.

"Is it still difficult to get up?" asked the milk tyrant again.

"Yeah, yeah," I replied.

Suddenly, the bastard turned around like a tango, his eyes gleaming with cold light, and asked, "How do you feel about me?"

"Oh...very good, very good!" This unexpected question scared me so much that I trembled all over. Out of self-protection instinct, I could only say insincerely that she was fine. Well, no matter how disgusted I feel, I have to say nice things. Otherwise, what should I do if someone gets angry and pushes me down on the bed and takes away my virginity? I only prepared condoms, but no self-defense equipment such as pepper spray, electric batons, etc.

After hearing my praise, the milk bully's eyes softened all of a sudden, and he said coquettishly: "Tell me in detail, how is it better?"

Damn, this is so difficult! Finding something good out of such a disgusting old woman is harder than finding some gold in a pile of shit. I had to rack my brains and go against my conscience to find a few good words in the database: "You have a very good temperament, your facial features are very European, and you look very young, like you are in your twenties, and you have an intellectual beauty..."

Damn, I'm so disgusting. I despise myself for saying this.

The milk tyrant suddenly interrupted me and asked back, "Do you really think I have intellectual beauty?"

"Ah, yes, yes!" I nodded my head like a chick pecking at rice. It seemed that this sentence touched the heart.

“Hahahaha…” Naiba laughed knowingly, revealing the kind of expression that a leader would have on an employee who does things properly, or an adult would have on a polite child. He said approvingly, “Well, you have good taste! Many people say that the reason they are fascinated by me is that they think I have intellectual beauty!”

After suppressing a strong urge to vomit, I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that I had passed this stage.

The girl was immersed in the pleasure of intellectual beauty, still not satisfied, and began to tell me her privacy, talking about her romantic life: she was worshipped by a whole platoon of men, including a group of unmarried handsome guys in their twenties, and foreigners. Alas, I feel a little annoyed when being praised by so many talented people every day.

Damn, this time my urge to vomit was even stronger, and it took me a lot of effort to stop it. I can understand that foreigners chase after me. We have seen many blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners on the streets of Beijing. It seems as if they have made an agreement. They all hold various kinds of horrible-looking dinosaurs in their arms. To the point that I sometimes wonder if these foreigners are volunteers or something, who have traveled thousands of miles to China specifically to help girls in need. But it would be hard to understand if he wasn't a volunteer. If there was really someone who was willing to pursue such a weird old lady, he must be blind or he has never seen a woman in his eight lifetimes. If it were me, I wouldn’t even want it for free.

Maybe because he was not satisfied with my appearance, the nanny suddenly became concerned about my height and asked, "How tall are you?"

"1.79 meters." I answered confidently.

"You're too short. You're the shortest among all the men chasing after me." These words from the domineering girl completely shattered my innate self-confidence. I felt so ashamed that I wanted to rush to the emergency room of Jishuitan Hospital to have a height-increasing surgery overnight.

Suddenly, the milk bully stopped smiling and became coy and said, "Actually, there is one thing I didn't tell you... My son follows me."

"Oh, that's good! It's good for the child to be with the mother!" I responded while thinking in my heart: Is it important to tell me this? Ha ha.

Out of politeness, I casually asked the age of her children. Unexpectedly, she suddenly smiled slyly and said, "I won't tell you!"

Damn, this is really sick! Seeing this, I could only cough twice and said nothing more.

Seeing that I was starting to play it deep, the bully started to check my household registration just like girl A did before: housing, work, income, position, parents, social relationships, etc., asking me in detail one by one. The only difference between me and Ms. A was that she specifically asked about my political standing. It seemed that her identity as a civil servant was genuine, and she was a civil servant in charge of party affairs.

I answered them one by one carelessly, thinking to myself: Oh, I really let a wolf into the house. It is easy to invite gods, but it is difficult to send them away. You say this woman, why is it that she refuses to move as if there are roots growing under her butt?

I couldn't help but look up at the clock. It was almost ten o'clock. I suddenly felt depressed. This whole night was really wasted. Instead of suffering this, I might as well watch some porn and masturbate to my heart's content. So, I finally made up my mind and said to Naiba, "You have to go back early. Children can't sleep well without their mother."

The naiba, who was so excited and boasting about himself, didn't notice and blurted out: "He (she) is about to go to junior high school, it's okay!"

The cake seller! Not only are Naiba's photos fake, her age is also fake! What do you mean 29 years old? The child is about to go to junior high school, so he must be at least 12 or 13 years old. Then she gave birth to the child at the age of 16 or 17? You have to know that this is not a remote and poor place where the emperor is far away and family planning has no control over it. This is Beijing, the city under the feet of the emperor!

Thinking of this, and seeing that Naiba had no intention of leaving, I mustered up the courage to order him to leave, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I have to work overtime tonight, how about we talk another day?"

Seeing me say that, Naiba had no choice but to stand up, and then said to me: "Aren't you going to see me off? It's so late, I'm scared."

Damn, are you scared? I thought to myself, with your appearance, it’s good enough that others are not afraid of you, what are you afraid of? If anyone can rape you, it's considered poverty alleviation; if you really want to remain a virgin, you can just put his head between your two big breasts and squeeze it... bang! I guarantee your head will explode! Or, just give him a glance that sparkles with intellectual beauty and scare him to death.

But I still said hypocritically: "Okay, I'll take you downstairs."

"Why did you only send me downstairs? You are so ungraceful. Since you are dating me, you should send me home." The milk bully muttered in dissatisfaction.

"No, I have to work overtime." This time, I toughened my attitude and decided not to waste a penny, a drop of gasoline, or a second of my time on this lunatic.

I sent girl B downstairs and hailed a taxi.

Girl B got in the car and suddenly glared at me fiercely, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. I quickly waved my hand and sent the mentally ill patient away. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the taxi was out of sight. Then, I ran back home and locked the door, fearing that she would become upset and come back to disgust me.

The next day at work, I opened QQ and suddenly found that B had sent me an offline message. I opened it and saw that it was scolding me: "You are the most hypocritical and shameless man I have ever met in my life!"

Damn, how could I be so hypocritical? I feel confused. Last night, I behaved more gentlemanly than a gentleman, more like Liuxia Hui than Liuxia Hui. I didn't touch a single hair of yours. How can I be considered hypocritical and shameless?

So I responded, “I find this ridiculous!”

Unexpectedly, girl B happened to be online and responded immediately: "Don't you want to think about what this is? You let a beautiful woman run to your place in the middle of the night, and you neither picked her up nor sent her off. I even paid for the taxi myself, and you didn't even pay for the meal. You are so stingy and dirty!"

Although I have no interest in this milk bully who is a combination of a psychopath, a dinosaur and an old lady, I still refuse to accept this unfounded accusation. So he replied, "First of all, you asked to come yesterday. Secondly, didn't you already have dinner with the big boss in Guangzhou? I have also had dinner, so why should I treat you to another meal right after that? It's so late, who can eat?"

The aunt replied: "I thought the Guangzhou boss looked disgusting yesterday, so I didn't eat anything at all."

When I saw this, I suddenly burst into a sly smile and thought: How can you say you didn’t eat anything? You didn’t eat anything. Your old tricks are too unskilled. They may fool CJ men, but they are ineffective against a second-hand, er, third-hand man like me...

At this time, the milk bully suddenly became gentle again, sent me an icon of flirting, and then said: "Please consider me, I think we are a good match."

When I read this, I was so angry that I almost fumed - damn, how can someone be treated so badly? Although I, Li Shoujie, am not that great, my looks and figure are at least ranked in the top 50 among a hundred men. Even if I am ugly and can't find a woman to fuck, it's not your turn to fuck an inflatable doll, right? Auntie is at least thirty-five years old, one year older than me. This is assuming that she gave birth to a child at the age of twenty-three. If she had also married and had children late, she would be at least forty years old! Besides, that appearance is so ugly that people can’t bear to look at it a second time after the first glance. How dare you say that you are a good match for me? How could this person be so lacking in self-awareness?

Thinking of this, I became even more certain that the old lady must be over 40 years old, and her behavior was very consistent with the mental state of a menopausal woman.

Of course, I still tried to remain restrained and was reluctant to speak in a way that would directly hurt the other person's self-esteem, especially when the other person was highly suspected of suffering from menopausal syndrome. So I said, "I said I don't want to consider a woman with children..."

I thought he would just block me, but I didn't expect that this would stir up a hornet's nest. He suddenly got mad.

"Why don't you accept bringing children?"

“Is it inferior to others to take care of children?”

"You are not only stingy, but also selfish!"

“Is a man without love even a man?”

"You make me sick!"

"You are the dirtiest man I have ever seen!"...

Fortunately, this happened on QQ and the bully couldn’t do anything to me; if it happened face to face, he would tear me into pieces, right? This violent and fierce attack made me laugh and cry. Although I am no longer a CJ, I am still polite and I am embarrassed to block this lunatic immediately. Therefore, I patiently explained: "Bringing up a child is a heavy burden, and relationships are difficult, which forces me to consider this. Moreover, I have made this attitude clear to you when we first started dating. I have said it in advance, and there is no need for you to express dissatisfaction with it now..."

But the milk tyrant still refused to give in and continued to pour rockets and artillery shells at me like a tidal wave:

"Your ideas are so narrow! I never thought that in this day and age there are still men with such old-fashioned ideas as you!"

"Chinese men are so useless. Look at those foreign men who have reunited and formed a new family. They treat the woman's children very well!"

"You say you can't afford it, it's because you don't have the ability, how ridiculous!"

"With love, are these problems still problems? In the end, it's because of not enough love!"...

My aunt! Faced with this talented speaker, I sat dumbfounded in front of the computer, not knowing what to say, so I stopped talking.

Naiba talked to himself for a long time. Seeing that I didn't respond, he thought he had already blown the enemy into a daze. He typed a smug icon and said, "How is it? Speechless, right? Haha!"

I admit that I was speechless. What was the point of arguing with a lunatic? I guess, Naiba must be feeling very accomplished at this moment, and is probably reveling in his brilliant speech just now. With her ability, she should definitely go to Taiwan to form a political party. If Hsieh Chang-ting asks her to run for election, ten Ma Ying-jeou's would be enough to deal with them.

I was so dumbfounded after being scolded that the milk bully suddenly changed his expression and said, "You are actually a good person, but you are a little stingy and narrow-minded. I will help you become a real man in the future."

What a big tone... I could only respond with an icon of cold sweat.

Suddenly, Naiba sent a request for a video chat. When I saw her, I broke out in a cold sweat. Oh my God, I would never dare to admire her horrifying face again, even if you kill me. So I pretended not to see it and ignored it.

"Hurry up and answer the phone. Video chat with me." Seeing that I didn't allow the video chat for a long time, the milk boss started asking questions.

"I don't have any video equipment in my office." I quickly declined the offer.

"That's okay, let me show you me." Naiba made a shy expression.

Damn, I’d better not watch it. Talking about this, I was wondering, what's wrong with this woman? Looking like that, and still showing off her videos everywhere, she's simply trying to rape my eyes! No, even though my body is no longer chaste, my eyes still have to remain chaste. Don't let a single wrong thought taint you is a lifelong regret.

"Answer it quickly? What's wrong with you?" The milk bully continued to seduce me.

Damn it, at this point, silence is golden. I fastened my chastity belt and built a strong barrier.

Seeing that I kept the door closed, Naiba had to cancel the video request. But when one plan failed, she came up with another. She started talking again and asked, "Have you been financially well off lately?"

This sentence is still accompanied by a shy expression.

An old woman's shyness is different from a young girl's shyness.

What a beautiful expression, but it was ruined by someone. It left me with a psychological trauma. Whenever I saw this expression on QQ while chatting with others, I would think of Nai Ba involuntarily.

What for? I suddenly became alert from my dazed state and subconsciously touched my wallet, as if a hairy hand would reach out from the computer, take away my virginity and snatch my wallet.

"I want to train my son to play the piano, but I'm still a few thousand dollars short of buying a piano." The tyrant continued to knock: "Not much, four thousand is enough."

At this point in the conversation, no matter how well-mannered I am, I couldn't help but curse: "Psycho!"

Of course, I cursed in real life, not on QQ, which scared my colleagues in the big office outside, and they all looked inside through the door of my office. I smiled at them awkwardly, meaning, it's okay, just go about your business.

I didn’t reply to Naiba anymore, and directly blocked her.

A few minutes later, Nai Ba called me a few more times, but I didn't answer. From then on, he never answered any calls from this woman and never replied to any text messages.

A few days later, another person in the travel group applied to add me as a friend. The other person claimed to be a beauty, and I added her without realizing it. After adding him and chatting for a few sentences, the other party asked for a video call, and I accepted.

When I looked closely, I realized that it was Naiba with a different number.

She finally got what she wanted and successfully raped my eyeball.

I regretted losing my virginity so much that I even quit the travel group in anger and deleted my QQ account. It was all over.

After ignoring me for a month, Nai Ba finally became convinced that a narrow-minded, incompetent, stingy, hypocritical, shameless, selfish and dirty man like me would no longer pay attention to her and would no longer call or text me.

I finally got rid of the entanglement of girl B. In addition to feeling disgusted with her, I also thought about what kind of person girl B was. What made her such an egomaniac?

Girl B must have been very beautiful and talented when she was young. This can be seen from the photos she gave me. Among the photos she gave me, there were artistic photos, but also many daily life photos. However, the life photos were probably taken many years ago. Although girl B in the photo is not stunningly beautiful, she is still pretty. Moreover, there are some photos of her dancing and playing the piano, proving that she is indeed multi-talented.

It can be imagined that such a beautiful, versatile woman with the status of a civil servant must have had many suitors around her when she was young. Many men are generous with their praise when pursuing women. Although men like me with a passive personality rarely do this, most men will actively pursue women and praise them.

But human nature has weaknesses. Faced with countless suitors, people with poor understanding can't help but feel elated and think they are really great.

After being praised so much, perhaps girl B developed an illusion and really thought that she was as perfect as others praised her to be. People who have better conditions tend to be more or less narcissistic. Based on narcissism, it is easy to become arrogant if you are always praised by others.

It is difficult for an arrogant woman to be a good wife and mother in taking care of her husband and children after marriage. Her ex-husband was probably very hardworking and willing to take on all the responsibilities when she was pursuing her; even after they got married and started living together, girl B still treated him as someone who was being pursued. At this point, a contradiction arises.

When Ms. B chatted on QQ in the past, she hated her ex-husband with gnashing teeth. Although she has been divorced for many years, she still feels resentful. Of course, she told me that she had been divorced for just over a year, but she also told me that she was only 29 years old, which had to be false. I guess she has been divorced for at least five or six years, otherwise she wouldn't stick to me like crazy.

The reason why people feel hatred is nothing more than psychological imbalance. There are many reasons for this imbalance, but in the case of girl B, it is conceivable that it is because she and her ex-husband did not have an equal status when she was young, and she has become accustomed to this inequality. But one day, this inequality was broken and her ex-husband rebelled.

The most important thing between husband and wife is equality. No matter how superior your own conditions are, as long as you choose the other person, you must throw away your sense of superiority and regard him (her) as a partner who is equal to you. But unfortunately, many people with a strong sense of superiority cannot do this and always try to bring this sense of superiority into marriage. Then this unequal marriage will break up sooner or later.

Time flies and beauty fades. But Ms. B did not realize this change and still looked at her ex-husband and all men with a sense of superiority. But in the eyes of her ex-husband, she was no longer the charming and talented woman, but a bloated old woman with a face full of fat.

Her fat balls are also related to her talent. She often wears makeup for performances, which hurts her skin.

I guess, one day, her ex-husband couldn't stand her anymore, exploded, and left. And she still hasn't gotten over her narcissism and arrogance, thinking that it's really unfair that such a bad man dumped her. So, she hated her ex-husband and hated men.

A woman with a child will not have an easy life even if she has a civil servant's salary. I can't say they are penniless, but they are definitely short of money. The contrast will be even greater especially for those domineering women who are used to having everything handed to them.

Therefore, she needs men. Maybe before her face completely aged, she had dated a few men who wanted to play with free prostitutes, and even an unmarried man who wanted to taste the taste of a mature woman. What girl B talked about with great relish was that many unmarried men had pursued her.

She was still so arrogant that she could not see the objective reality that she was getting old and ugly, and she thought that those men younger than her were truly attracted by her beauty and talent. She also prefers these younger men because she feels that only by being with these younger men can she match her charm.

She must have been thinking: Why could my ex-husband find a younger woman? Why can't I, who is so outstanding, find a younger and more handsome man than my ex-husband?

Of course, these young men must have come and gone in a hurry. After eating the tofu, they wiped their mouths and left.

Women are different from men. Men can find women who are much younger than themselves as partners, but it is difficult for women to find men who are much younger than themselves as partners. If a divorced woman who is almost 30 years old meets an unmarried man in his twenties who says he is willing to marry her, it is most likely a lie and his real purpose is to play with her.

But these experiences gave Girl B enough money to brag to me. In her lies, or rather her fantasies, these men who abandoned her were all her suitors.

In her heart, she had become accustomed to finding younger men. When she got older, her real age could no longer attract the lustful gazes of younger men, so she began to lie about her age. Then she met me, a man who was perhaps even younger than her.

Girl B longed for a man, so on the day she had an appointment with me to meet her, she seemed absent-minded and distracted. After I expressed that I didn't want to meet, he simply condescended to deliver the goods to my door.

But she was also afraid of men, and she was afraid of meeting a freeloader again. So, as soon as she started dating me, she couldn't wait to get my money: no matter whether the man was reliable or not, she had to get the money first; otherwise, she would be worse than a prostitute if she didn't pay after being fucked by someone. When it comes to people and money, she always wants to get one over the other.

But when I found out that she was using the old tricks of a big boss to fool me, I had already denied her character. I just imagined that she might be good-looking, and I really became a man who wanted to eat for free. However, after seeing her appearance, I don’t even want to eat free food, haha.