Ephemeral Habitat

The day before He Xuefu's divorce, her husband and mistress died in a car accident at the same time. There is an inheritance, but my husband is dead. I don't know what to celebrate at the moment. She sheds tears in front of others during the day, puts on elaborate and heavy makeup at night, and talks to the male student from 188 Sports for comfort. When he got tired of playing, he went to find the medical students she had sponsored. He gave her a head massage and asked curiously: "When will your husband's funeral be held?" He Xuefu got annoyed when he talked about this. She pulled a rose petal and put it on the tip of her nose and blew on it. "Said he wanted to wait for his eldest brother to come back." - He Xuefu clearly remembered the first time she met Ying Xun. The eldest son of a wealthy family, with broad shoulders and a broad body, handsome and sharp. She had just gotten married at that time and had gone from being a salesperson to an unpopular beauty salon owner. She seized the opportunity and ran over, flatteringly calling him big brother. Seeing the other person move his eyelids, she quickly handed over her business card. However, Ying Chen didn't answer. He glanced at her condescendingly, glanced at her torn leather handbag, and smelled the cheap fragrance of powder on her body. Snobbish, frivolous, and full of kitsch. He took half a step back. * Later, when sitting on Ying Chun, He Xuefu also looked at the man beneath him with this look. *Philippine bell pepper × soft chocolate *Poor body shape, all men are C *Practice your pen and release your writing skills to stimulate your brain Intention: Loving her is like kissing a firework