I feel like she should talk to Meng Qin about this.
"Xiao Ying'er, don't be stupid, you know."
Sister Amei poked my arm, "We girls are born with soft ears. When someone told me, I would hold you on the bed and chat, and you slept on the same bed with me in a daze. Oops, you cried in the end.
But you, the easier it is for the other party to get it, the less they will cherish you."
I lowered my head, my back was stiff, and I didn't dare to say a word.
"Look, you feel guilty, don't you? Xiaoying'er, your biggest problem is that you are easy to talk to. Of course, for me, this is your advantage. There is no beauty project that I can't sell here, but I don't know how to do it.
I'm cheating on you, and at most I can only make some money from you, but if your sweet and easy-to-talk personality falls into the hands of a man, oh, that's terrible, it's easy to suffer big losses!"
Sister Amei looked at me with a worried look on her face, "You have to know, this man's sweet words have a shelf life so short that they are only true for the few seconds when he says them. He will forget all about them when he puts up his pants.
, although you and Meng Qin have known each other for a long time and know each other well, falling in love is still different from being ordinary friends. Tell me, do you want to have a relationship with Meng Qin now that you and Meng Qin have established a relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend?
Are you tired of being with him all the time and in a state of passionate love?"
I nodded honestly, it was very hot, so hot that I wanted to press Meng Qin to the bed and break the male protagonist record in novels.
"Look, this is a very dangerous trend!"
Sister Amei clapped her hands as if she were a master of emotions, "Sister, I'm telling you, no matter how much you want to get close to him, you can't show it, you have to leave him out, because he can't use it.
It's easy to get tired of you after two or three years. How can I marry you? If you're bored, if you want to keep the relationship stable for a long time, you have to hold it up so that he can see and eat it. Occasionally, in a small way, you are satisfied.
Hit him and he won't be able to escape."
Don't tell me.
These words really brought me some inspiration.
Just being tired of it is enough, right?
Meng Qin can make me tired and good enough.
But I'm not in the mood to think about this kind of thing right now.
Listening in silence to Sister Amei imparting the secret of love.
Sister Amei became more and more enthusiastic as she talked, almost holding my ear and telling me, ‘Don’t let the other person get your body easily’.
How dare I remind her that she was talking to the wrong person? Meng Qin should be here to attend this class.
Boys must learn to protect themselves when they are in love.
Thinking back on it, I will no longer take out everything that is on my mind like before.
After all the money is taken out, it will only make Sister Ami doubt her life.
No way, who calls me that great weirdo that is unique among ten thousand?
After Sister Amei left after chatting happily, I sat alone on the sofa and was in a trance for a long time.
I took the oranges my father bought and cut them open one by one. I ate the pulp with an expressionless expression until I dropped the last piece of orange peel. My stomach juice kept rising. I rushed to the bathroom and vomited up all my dinner.
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Standing up unsteadily.
My eyes in the mirror are red.
The area around the lips was stained yellow by oranges.
Somehow, I feel like the more I live, the more I look like a ghost, and my mind is filled with those disgusting thoughts.
I bent down to wash my face and mouth, and with the sound of water rushing, I grabbed the faucet and started to cry.
I know that many things are wrong. I shouldn’t learn to drink, I shouldn’t go to bars, I can’t love Meng Qin in that way, and I can’t indulge in doing that kind of thing with him. These thoughts are unhealthy, but I really can’t control them.
Can't stop!
How could it become like this?
How could it be possible to focus on lust, pursuit of indulgence...
Dad, I'm sorry, I let you down.
Your third daughter, who is the most worried about you, is gradually becoming the daughter who is least worried about you.
My body trembled, and I shook my head nervously, No! I believe I can control it!
At least I can still introspect myself and realize my mistakes.
I can stop it and won't continue, no.
Ring ring ring~!
The cell phone ringtone rang in the living room.
I wiped my face hastily, went to the living room and answered the phone, "Hello."
Assistant Yan's voice came out, "Miss, the police told me that it will take a while to find your bicycle."
"Approximately how long will it take?"
I asked, "Can I still get it back?"
That's right, my dazzling light pink bike was stolen.
On the first day of the exam, I locked my car in front of a cultural supplies store. I didn't go to pick up the car when Meng Qin came to accompany me to take the exam.
After the afternoon subject test was over, Meng Qin sent me home. I used his mobile phone to call Assistant Yan and asked him to find someone to ride my car home. Unexpectedly, when the company's security guard came, he found my car.
The bicycle has long since disappeared!
The outdoor surveillance camera at the stationery store was broken. It was just a decoration and did not capture the thief's lock-picking process.
The security guard was so nervous that he called the police immediately.
I didn't worry about it after I found out about it.
Our little pink car is registered with the police station and is authentic and unique.
Even though I had already removed the anti-theft pepper spray from the car, it seemed that the lock was ready, and the appearance and accessories of the bike were archived.
Moreover, road surveillance also captured the thief riding away.
The thief was very experienced in committing crimes and was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and a sweatshirt hat.
The mask and sunglasses on his face are all fully equipped, and he is wrapped up extremely tightly.
Although his pedaling posture was more feminine, the police also suspected that he was using it as a cover-up.
It is inferred that he has lived in Beijing for a long time, rode a pink bicycle into the unmonitored area, and is very familiar with the road conditions in Beijing.
The police told me that night that I didn't need to worry, as they could find my car as long as it was resold on the second-hand market.
"You can definitely find it if you look for it, but it will take some time."
Assistant Yan said, "The police analyzed that this thief did not commit the crime randomly. He seemed to have planned it and stared at your car for a long time. It is not even ruled out that an acquaintance stole the car, so he did not change hands immediately after stealing it, but first
After hiding the car, he would probably have to change the appearance or disassemble the parts and buy them individually, but as long as he sells the car, he will definitely be able to get it back."
"You can't sell it for much if you dismantle the parts. I've been riding for four years and the parts have long been worn out."
I sighed and said, "I guess he will have to sell the whole car in the end, and he will get it back sooner or later."
"Just don't worry."
"There's nothing you can do about being anxious."
I smiled helplessly, "Who told me to go out on a bicycle that day and lock the car in front of the stationery store? I can only blame myself."
"Then have you ever thought that an acquaintance might commit the crime?"
"It shouldn't be the case. Bicycles are consumables, and second-hand bicycles are even less valuable."
I laughed and said, "Okay, there's no need to think about this. I have a feeling I'll get it back."
If an acquaintance is concerned about my belongings, it would be better to steal some. There is no need to steal a small pink car and hide it before selling it.
I put down my phone and calmed down for a while. Fortunately, I was able to meditate and move my qi.