"Xiao Zhe, you will know once you get married that life will be difficult."
"Mortgage, car loan, baby milk powder... Everything costs money."
"Mom, your sister-in-law won another deal some time ago, and she doesn't have much money left in her salary this month."
Sun Wukong squatted on the side of the road, took the "Tiangong" brand cigarette from Lin Zhe, and sighed.
Lin Zhe smiled, lit the lighter and leaned forward.
After the cigarette burned out, Sun Wukong blew out a smoke ring, patted Lin Zhe on the shoulder and said:
"Xiao Zhe, listen to the advice of old Sun, don't get married too early."
Lin Zhe looked at the familiar images in front of him that were no longer familiar and became unfamiliar. He didn't know how many times he had doubts about the world.
This is the 208th day that Lin Zhe ascended to the upper world.
The long and unrestrained life that I once dreamed of was shattered into pieces in the face of mortgages, KPIs and endless daily reports in the fairy world.
Aren't you already a god? Why are you still messing with me?
