When I was selling barbecue at a stall in an urban village, my ex-boyfriend parked in front of my stall in a Porsche.
>He hugged the rich girl in mink and flicked my skewers away with contempt: "Back then, you thought I was poor and ran away with others, but now I'm like this?"
>The city manager suddenly rushed over to open the stall. He sneered at me picking up the mess on the ground.
>Until his new love's diamond ring fell into the stinking ditch, and I gritted my teeth and fished it out in the dark——
>He suddenly grabbed my frozen hand: "There's something wrong with that meat! Someone wants you to die."
