My Husband Was Fucked by a Pig, I Don't Want it Anymore
by Zhi Nanyi
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On our wedding anniversary, the CEO and my husband asked me to watch the sea together. But there was a typhoon. I waited for more than two hours in the violent storm and he didn't show up. Finally, I received a text message saying that he was on a business trip and had no time to accompany me. But the next second, the intern he led posted a video on WeChat Moments: The usually pampered husband was helping fishermen transport seafood barefoot. The accompanying text was: "The CEO's husband loves working!" I laughed, liked and commented: "Hard-working and hard-working, a role model for my generation." The company group instantly exploded, everyone guessing whether I would explode this time. Gu Mingzhe called, suppressing his anger: "Jiang Luxi! What do you mean by making that comment? Are you deliberately trying to keep Nono from stepping down?" "What's wrong with me helping her move fish when there's a typhoon? A pampered young lady like you doesn't have any I don't understand the suffering in the world." "Delete the comment quickly. I will accompany you to see the sea in a few days." I felt disgusted and commented: "Let the cow dung that was dug by the pig accompany me to see the sea. Forget it." Yes, I don't want it anymore, Gu Mingzhe.
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