It was almost early in the morning when the black SUV slowly drove away from the parking space in front of the park.?
Dazhe yawned again... Of course the Dark Soul Messenger would not feel sleepy physically, but he still felt this way mentally.
"Are you going to follow me now?" Dazhe asked No. 18 curiously.
No. 18 finally said: "I admit that I made some mistakes. I didn't carefully examine this sponsor when I chose him. I just felt that he was pretty good. But now it seems that he at least has something he desires."
Dazhe came and said spiritually: "What would he want?"
No. 18 said calmly: "A man doesn't come home at night. He would rather stay outside and work alone, but also deceives his wife and doesn't go home. What do you think is the reason?"
Dazhe frowned and said, "You mean... he and his wife don't have a good relationship?"
No. 18 sneered: "It's normal for men to be greedy for the new and dislike the old. Even if you don't need to explore the past dreams, you can roughly tell it."
"What are the dreams of the past?"
"This is my ability and has nothing to do with you." No. 18 said calmly.
Then you still say it...
Dazhe shook his head, then rubbed his chin and said: "However, even if you don't want to go home, it doesn't necessarily mean you are greedy for the new and tired of the old. Sometimes men really don't want to go home and just want to be alone.
Okay?"
"Huh." No. 18 said disdainfully: "You mean, you know the sponsor better than me?"
Dazhe shook his head: "Of course I don't understand you as well...but I understand men, especially married men. For example, it is normal to simply want a personal space. Besides,
If he has changed his mind, why is he still working here? Wouldn't it be great to go to a bar or nightclub to have a good time?"
"If it is true love, there will be no deception at all. If you cheat, the relationship will no longer be pure. Men are never good!"
Sister, have you experienced any stimulation...
"Okay, let's not discuss this issue, okay?" Dazhe waved his hand and said: "Anyway, you don't understand that as a man, sometimes you just don't want to go home. I don't know how to talk to you either.
Tell me, you won’t understand anyway."
"Are you laughing at me?" No. 18 said coldly.
"No, no, it's just that men know men better." Dazhe said quickly: "Speaking of which, should we follow him or not? We've already run a long way."
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Zhu Maolin will let his movements be the lightest and lightest... usually at this time, when he returns home.
But a pair of slippers had already been placed at the door, and the entrance light was on at this time. I probably never thought of turning it off since it was turned on.
Zhu Maolin put on his shoes silently, glanced at the food covered with gauze in the living room, then walked into the bathroom and took a bath.
Then he returned to the room, still trying to relax his steps as much as possible, and even moved as carefully as he lay on the bed.
The phone set the time, but it did not disturb his wife because he knew she would leave for work early in the morning.
So his day was over at 5:17 in the morning.
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Her day starts at seven o'clock in the morning.
When I got up, I saw my husband next to me, then I washed up and prepared breakfast, because I knew that no matter how late my husband came back, he would always go to work on time during the day, rain or shine, and he would never be late when he was not on vacation.
Then she will go to work.
At 7:40, she got ready to go out, and then wrote a note on the table remembering to have breakfast. Of course, all the food left last night had been thrown away.
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At eight-thirty, the phone rang. Zhu Maolin opened his bloodshot eyes and hurriedly dressed and washed up. The clothes he was going to wear today were already on the hanger, and even the tie was already matched.
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Then he frowned, casually changed one from the closet, picked up his briefcase, and hurried out the door.
The door of the house had just been closed, and Zhu Maolin had just walked out, but suddenly he opened it and walked back, picked up a piece of baked bread from the dining table, and then went out again.
It was eight forty-five at this time.
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At 8:50, she opened the door of her ceramics classroom and began to wait for the students who came to class. She was a craftsman, and this classroom was where she and her husband met.
The first student came, an older lady with a well-to-do family, but she was actually just here to spend some time.
"Teacher Yuhan, it's early today. Do you want to do anything? Let me help you?"
"No need, why don't you prepare yourself first?" She...her name is Hou Chen Yuhan.
Hou and Chen.
Following her father's surname, she also followed her mother's surname. It seems that because her father could not earn enough money from her mother, her mother's surname was still ranked first.
"Teacher Yuhan, why haven't you seen Sister Li and Sister Zhang today?"
"Today...well, Mrs. Li said she would go out to eat with her husband today, but she won't come. As for Mrs. Zhang, she really wanted to accompany her son to see the piano teacher today, but she won't come either." Hou Chen Yuhan thought for a while.
Complied.
"Oh, that's it. I also wanted to ask Sister Li to have dinner with me at noon. What a pity... Teacher Yuhan, how about we go out to have dinner together at noon? You won't go home at noon anyway."
"Okay." She agreed without much thought.
She is also afraid of being alone... eating, lunch, or dinner alone.
At noon, two women with an age difference of more than ten years spent some time in a nearby restaurant, having a date but not having a date.
What I'm saying is that the parents are short-sighted, and it's really a waste of time.
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One forty-three p.m.
"Manager, the lunch box is here, let's eat first!"
A colleague named Xiao Wang came back with the whole group’s lunch boxes in both hands, and everyone rushed up.
Zhu Maolin held the lunch box and continued to think about some small details. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of white rice, remembered something, and asked directly: "Tboy, are you sure that the model can be here at three o'clock in the afternoon?
"
"Well, she promised me that she would definitely come." Tboy said quickly; "Newcomers, they value this opportunity very much and shouldn't dare to be late."
"That's fine. If there's no problem with the real person, we can drive him out tonight." Zhu Maolin nodded and ate something more.
But he didn't know what he was eating. Eating was just an action.
This is the pineapple he didn't like to eat before.
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At 7:30 in the evening, Hou Chen Yuhan went home with takeout, ate, watched TV, took a shower, and then read a book. Finally, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.
It's 12:15 in the evening, this is her day.
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Today's re-shooting did not go smoothly. The real person did not have the ideal of taking photos, so Zhu Maolin rejected it. In the end, he had no choice but to give it another day.
At three-thirty in the morning, which was a little early, he gently went to bed again.
