Li Muyu, the professional master of dog-blood literature.
The most stupid kind.
On a rainy day, the protagonist was locked out of the house, hugged and hugged others in front of him, frequently engaged in cold war punishments, and occasionally received domestic violence and slaps in the face.
In the end, after the protagonist was so sad that he found the right one, he was kicked away. Later, he realized that he had been in love for a long time and couldn't help himself. He was so miserable that he knelt on the rainy night and begged for three days and three nights, but couldn't get a look back from the other person. After that, he took his lunch box and went home.
High salary, stable career, nothing wrong with it except a little wear and tear on my knees.
I just don't know why, but his "wife" has been looking at him very strangely recently.
Li Muyu slapped the agreement on the table: "I'm tired of it, let's get a divorce."
My wife put on her apron slowly: "Next time, I will make sweet and sour pork ribs for you tonight."
... That's sweet and sour pork ribs.
Li Muyu endured the pain and closed her eyes while reciting the lines: "You are so mean. A dog like you is not worthy of licking my shoes. You really thought I would be sincere to you..."
But I felt my eyes were kissed.
My wife smiled: "I couldn't help it, it's so cute."
Li Muyu pretended to have an affair on their anniversary and stayed out all night.
But his wife just waited quietly for him to come home, hugged him gently from behind, and pressed her lips against his neck again and again as if in memory.
"Just go home."
Li Muyu: "..."
MD, his conscience started to hurt. Does this person have no bottom line? !
After a few times, he couldn't bear it anymore and used his ultimate move, and slapped the man fiercely.
My wife neither cried nor fussed, nor did she run away frustrated. Instead, she brought her face closer:
"Well, baby, I want it here too. Can you push a little harder..."
Small Theater
One time, the gangster kidnapped his wife and Bai Yueguang at the same time, held a knife and forced him to choose who he could only choose.
Li Muyu glanced at someone who was showing off his performance with tears in his eyes and pretended to be scared, and his eyelids twitched fiercely: "Choose the little white flower."
At night, his "abandoned" lover pressed him hard on the bed, grabbed the back of his neck and asked him again and again: "Who should I choose?"
"You will never choose me if you do it a hundred times. Is that true, husband?"
Li Muyu: "..."
Does being poked by the protagonist count as a work-related injury? Can I apply for compensation?
#GreenteaSmall-minded attack
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