534. Chapter 534 The rhythm of eating and wiping clean 7
At critical moments, women's belts always loosen quickly.
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Look at how beautiful my home is—principled.
Just because he was principled, Huang Xiaojue never succeeded.
The more someone thinks about it, the more he becomes ecstatic - even if his whole body is stiff, the torment of walking from fire to ice and snow does not seem to be that uncomfortable anymore - all kinds of pride.
Yan Xixi is good, that's really good, at least there is no danger of being cuckolded easily.
When you love someone, their shortcomings are also their advantages.
As everyone knows, it is because you have paid too much, money, energy, hard work... the more you spend, the greater the value.
The paintings of unknown people are not necessarily as good as those of Picasso, but the problem is that Picasso's price is high, and the collectors spend a lot of money to take care of them with great care and regard them as treasures. And the paintings of unknown people are thrown on the ground for five yuan and no one will pick them up.
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Price determines value.
The whole night, Yan Xixi couldn't sleep at all.
I kept slumped on the terrace, feeling dazed.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't sad at all - if Huang Xiaojue hadn't come to her door, she might have slowly forced herself to become indifferent. But it was really heartbreaking for him to appear so haggard.
When he was in college, Huang Xiaojue's living expenses were always twice those of his peers. He was a good boy and had never spent money randomly before. However, in order to pay for her living expenses, he always found ways to ask his family for money.
Except for having a terrible mother - Huang Xiaojue has no flaws or mistakes.
The relationship between the two was once so good, but how long ago did it have to end in a breakup?
The screen of her mobile phone lights up from time to time, and her WeChat messages ring constantly. However, she has no idea.
That night, even the "foot-picking man" didn't bother to pay attention.
However, no matter how great the pain is, it will gradually fade away - Wang Donglin is right: a breakup is a breakup, and you will continue to suffer from it. However, she wondered if Xiaojue's visit today would be the last time the two of them saw each other.
Already?
When Huang Ma opened the door, she couldn't help but frown and pause: the strong smell of alcohol in the room almost made people vomit.
There were countless empty wine bottles, vomit, and my son was lying in the middle of the living room, his whole body turned into a puddle of mud.
The high spirits of the past are no longer there.
She was anxious and ran over to help her son up: "Son... son... my God... why did you drink so much?"
Huang Xiaojue was still holding a wine bottle in his hand. His eyes were dazzled and he didn't look at anyone. He just held it up and drank hard.
Huang Ma reached out to grab the wine bottle. His eyes were blood red: "What are you doing?"
"Son...it's me...it's my mother...Son, stop drinking...it will hurt your health if you drink any more..."
It’s mom, mom——
"The first time we broke up was because of your mother, and the second time we broke up was also because of your mother! Xiaojue, you know it yourself!"
Who is speaking?
He was horrified and looked around, seemingly awake but not awake.
"Son, stop drinking... You can't drink like this, you will get alcohol poisoning..."
Huang Xiaojue pushed her away and continued drinking.
This was a newly renovated house—it was also the wedding room he had chosen—but with such a large space and an empty space, the wedding night came to nothing.
Countless nights, I have asked myself countless times: Why? Why on earth is this? What mistake did I make to deserve such punishment?
What is the purpose of working hard, being kind to relatives and friends, and being positive? What is your original intention?
