The Rough Guy Husband Said He Would Sleep in Separate Beds and Hugged Him at Night and Begged to Take Him In.

She died suddenly and unexpectedly, and became that lazy and disgusting ugly woman in the 1985s. She was wearing a smelly red wedding dress and was about to steal the marriage. The cold-faced leader couldn't bear it anymore and took her back, took out the divorce agreement and threw it in her face. Looking at the long-legged husband wearing green uniform, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. She shrieked and tore the report into pieces. "If you don't get divorced, Chief Song, I will pursue you again." Everyone moved their small stools and waited for the disaster to be driven out of the compound, but she seemed like a different person. During the day, I carried a hoe to open up wasteland and planted tomatoes so big and red that even the canteen came to buy them. In the evening, I squatted on the stove and studied the recipes. Braised pork and big pig's trotters braised in oil filled the yard with fragrance. The children opened the door and cried with greed. She handed over love letters in the most high-profile way, and he blushed and threw them away again and again. Later, he hugged the quilt and stood in front of the house, saying, "I want a wife."