On Valentine's Day, my husband took Bai Yueguang to check in at the Internet celebrity Lover Hotel.
I liked Bai Yueguang's circle of friends and was about to leave when I suddenly realized that this was the restaurant where I was dating.
I quickly sent a message to the young man I was keeping, planning to make an appointment next time, planning to sneak away before my husband discovered me.
The male senior who had not seen the news appeared at the door of the restaurant at this moment.
He held 999 roses, like a peacock in full bloom, and walked step by step in front of me to the romantic and ambiguous music played by the staff.
The guests in the restaurant booth were all attracted by the well-behaved male leader. They clapped and heckled me while holding up their mobile phones to take videos.
I should have been overflowing with happiness, but I smiled very reluctantly - because by the floor-to-ceiling window on the far left, my cheap husband, leaving behind the white moonlight, was walking towards me in anger.
What to do? My fish pond seems to have exploded.
It's still a messy short love story, and it was just a convulsion to finish it.
Intention: eat eat eat