In the air force family building, there is a masterpiece named Zhang Ranran.
Beautiful is beautiful, but...
She doesn't eat fat meat, and can't put a bite of unpalatable food into her mouth. She only buys expensive ones.
She buys clothes, shoes, bags, essential oils, soaps, and cosmetics every now and then. She is so delicate and frail that she can't carry a small bag of rice. If she can't use her own man, she uses her family's men.
Her skin is so delicate that she has to sleep on the softest mattress and wear silk clothes. Gee, she really thinks she is a princess.
Poor Xiao Xu, not long after he was promoted, all his allowances were ruined.
Zhang Ranran knew that he and Xu Lingyun would eventually get divorced.
Sooner or later, Xu Lingyun will not be able to stand her anymore and will break up with her.
She never thought about changing it.
These qualities of hers, when used in inappropriate places, can be called lazy, selective, and pretentious, but once they are placed in the right position, they will shine.
If she wants a divorce, she can no longer spend his money.
No one knows how much she has lowered her living standards in order to make do with Xu Lingyun.
So, he made some "small money" behind Xu Lingyun's back.
But, one year, two years, three years, she didn't wait for his divorce agreement.
OK, then she will pick it up.
On a rainy night, Xu Lingyun rushed back from the international airport. He didn't have time to take off his wet uniform, so he pushed her down on the sofa and kissed her like crazy.
When he raised his head, his eyes were red: "Tell me again, what are you going to do?"
"Li..." Before he could pronounce the second word, he was immediately silenced.
Zhang Ranran couldn't get up until noon the next day.
Xu Lingyun still remembers that when she first met Zhang Ranran, she was holding two pink cymbidiums and standing at a distance.
His eyesight was so good that he could see clearly the stain on the front of her white dress from such a distance.
Did she buy those two pink flowers to hide her ugliness?
For the first time, I became curious about women.
This curiosity seems to have no end.
How could it be possible to get bored?
Tired of her even the tip of her nose being slightly moist when she is satisfied with a dessert?
Tired of the sheen on her light fingertips when she sprays perfume on her body?
Or - tired of her cat-like whimpering when she's satiated?
She is his channel, which has risen and fallen thousands of times, but still evokes the first throbbing.
Intention: Make it, but put it in the right position and it will be a treasure
