In a certain community, Monroe was sitting on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her long legs, her pointed chin resting on her knees, her hair scattered on her shoulders, her big eyes blinking at the phone, herself and that person.
I also feel really bad about the photos of Yu.
I am a mistress, no, it may be a mistress of three, four, five, six or seven. To put it bluntly, Huang Yongfa may not be able to take the first turn except when his penis is hard. He may have to arrange a shift. He has to
You have a diploma, you have a diploma, you have to have good looks, why do you have to follow the old jb lamp?
Today's Huang Yongfa is obviously a little abnormal. He has been taking care of the immigration agency matters by himself. All procedures are in his own name. If he changes to another person, everything will have to start again. Huang Yongfa is so anxious about this matter, how can he do it easily?
Last minute substitution??
The only answer is that he doesn't trust himself anymore...
In addition to her treatment of Na Yu, Monroe had a very high emotional intelligence. Otherwise Huang Yongfa would not have used such a "hole". He persisted in using it for nearly ten years. Not only did they have sex, Huang Yongfa still had some feelings for her.
Therefore, Monroe knew very well that Huang Yongfa did not trust her, and the things in her hands were being taken away. Then she would find a safe opportunity to take her wife and children, and happily go abroad with money. Then she would have no self at all.
What's going on?
At that time, all the material foundations he had gained with his youthful youth would disappear. Monroe loved Nayu very much, and he believed that Nayu also loved him very much at this time, but whether this kind of love could last a lifetime, when he was old and golden.
One day, will Nayu think of his wife who once worked as a mistress? Or four, five, six, seven...?
Years of morbid life made Monroe extremely insecure, so she bit her red lips and decided whether she should do something...
...
hh city, nursing home.
The middle-aged man was sitting at his desk, looking at various reports expressionlessly, and asked without raising his head: "Xiao Tao, what have you been doing these days?"
"...I'm recovering well. I just came back and was drinking with some friends!" Fatty Yuanyuan replied while sitting on the sofa, holding his chin.
"Huh?" When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked up, frowned and asked, "He just came back. Where is this friend from?"
"I don't know, it seems like we've known each other for a short time!" Yuanyuan was silent for a moment and shook his head.
"What's your background?" the middle-aged man lowered his head and asked again.
"Just the kid who drove the Avenue of Stars, his father seems to be the deputy mayor! Let me tell you, Xiaotao has always been quite wild, and his relationships have been so good that he has a way of training him since he was a teenager, haha!" Yuan Yuan smiled.
said.
"That Mr. Yu who had a conflict with Xu Zi?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked with raised eyebrows.
"You know him?"
"That fool, the city is not enough for him. It's not a good idea for Xiaotao to be with him!" The middle-aged man's tone of speech is very different from before. At least he has to show off his relationship with Hong Tao.
It used to be strong because before, he would not say this to Yuanyuan.
"You are young and your family has capital, so it's normal to be a little crazy, haha!" Yuanyuan said without taking it too seriously.
"It's not that he's crazy, it's that he has reached the point of being careless. Forget it, let me have a chance to talk to Xiaotao!" The middle-aged man waved his hand irritably, put the information in the drawer, and then looked up again.
Asked: "Where is Zheng Kun?"
"In City H, Xiaotao fucked a Bruce!" Yuanyuan replied.
"Haha, this is a pretty good job!!" The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile.
...
Early the next morning, at Huang Yongfa's house, a middle-aged woman prepared a table for breakfast. Mr. Yu, with disheveled hair, red eyes, wearing big pants, yawned and walked out of the bedroom.
Huang Yongfa held the bowl of porridge, glanced at Mr. Yu sideways, and said in a low voice: "How long are you going to be ridiculous?"
"...It's so early in the morning, why don't you worry about menopause? Are you bothered?" Mr. Yu frowned, spitting on the ground vulgarly, sat opposite Huang Yongfa, and started eating hungrily.
"Swipe!!"
The middle-aged woman hurriedly followed behind with a mop, mopping the phlegm stains on the ground, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, please eat slowly and drink some porridge first to warm your stomach!"
"...***These people are so good at drinking. I haven't had a bite to eat since last night. I'm starving to death!" Mr. Yu stepped on the stool and stuffed fried dough sticks into his mouth while cursing.
"Snapped!!"
Huang Yongfa slapped his chopsticks on the table and said with a cold face: "Don't want to eat?"
"Why did it drop? Old Huang?? Your head hurts?? I'm telling you, you are getting older!! If you have nothing to do, don't go outside and go home early and let my mother take care of you!"
How can I get my paralysis done in less than two years...?" Yu Shao bared his teeth and said.
Huang Yongfa looked at his son in astonishment, wondering how this child could be so arrogant?
"Xiaoyu, please talk to daddy!" the middle-aged woman scolded lightly.
"It's okay, you don't understand. This is called a new era communication method. It enhances the relationship between father and son. Is it the immortal Huang?" Yu Shao asked proudly.
"...Talk to your mother next door...!!" Lao Huang, who had not scolded anyone for who knows how many years, calmly stood up and ran towards the door in despair.
"...Deputy Mayor, with this quality... ugh!" Mr. Yu shook his head and continued to chew on the dough sticks.
"Let's go, husband!" The middle-aged woman put down the mop and hurried to the door. She took off the suit she had ironed in the morning, put it on her arm, took out her leather shoes, and placed them neatly at the door.
Lao Huang came over, and the woman helped him put on his clothes and slippers. Lao Huang straightened his collar in front of the mirror, pushed the door and was about to go out, but halfway through, he suddenly paused, remained silent for a long time, turned around and rushed
Master Zhu Yu asked: "Do you have a friend who is in the entertainment industry?"
"...What happened??" Mr. Yu puffed out his cheeks and asked with confused eyes.
"Go back and send his phone number to my mobile phone!!"
"Old Huang, you need to find someone to do something? Why don't you come to me? I can do it!!"
"...The call was sent to my mobile phone!" Lao Huang's mouth muscles trembled, he said expressionlessly, and closed the door with a bang.
"...Hey, look, I said I won't come back. You have to let me come back. People don't like me. Why am I doing this? I might as well live outside!" Yu Shaoqiu
He curled his lips and said something to the woman.
"...There's something going on in the city recently. Your dad is in a bad mood. Don't bother him if nothing happens...!" The middle-aged woman sighed and said something speechless.