Text: Zen Xiaoyan

Once a man has his own coffers, he is really restless. Every day, they always think about how to invest the money, how to partner, and how to go to that place to wash their feet today. The girls there were particularly beautiful and watery yesterday, which made people miss them.

And I am such a man. I have opened a supermarket in recent years, with a solid family background and some money in my hand. Apart from generous expenses, the rest is accumulation. In this world, it is a strange phenomenon that men want to play with money and women want to shop with money. In short, men pay attention to physical and inner pleasure, while women pay more attention to external performance.

It is definitely necessary to travel around the mountains, but after reading all the great rivers and mountains in the motherland, I found that there is only one place that people can't forget. Yes, that's right, the women's nest. My wife is a workaholic. Since her children went to high school, she has been very busy and has not even had a moment's rest. It is no exaggeration to say that she always answers the phone when eating and talks in her sleep. All cigarettes of that brand need to be purchased. There is not much salt, and there is only one bottle of ketchup left. Perhaps, in her eyes, her son and this supermarket are all she has, and I am redundant. This is absolutely intolerable to me who is intolerant at heart. Especially every night, I always try to touch and do some small things, and she often slaps my restless skater off, in a word: I'm tired, I want to rest, another day.

Even if you refuse once or twice, the key is to form a vicious circle, which has been like this for a month in a row. I even privately doubt whether she has solved the needs of others. Obviously, this idea is untenable and extremely unreliable. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, she opened the shutter door and greeted the customers bathed in the first sunshine in the morning. It was not until eleven o'clock in the evening that she dragged her tired body to count the money into her account and then closed the stall to sleep. And I just acted as all the coolies in this process, such as approving vegetables from the wholesale market, warehousing after delivery, and seeing if the products are replenished in time.

I also wanted to go out and find a woman. When my wife turned me down for six or three days in a row, I couldn't help myself anymore. More strictly speaking, I am too hungry, so I am completely out of control in bed with a sophomore girl.

Girls say that they like my uncle, my maturity and stability, and my super sexy chin. The traces scraped by the electric shaver have come out with black stubble marks. I like her too. She is in her twenties, tender and tender, especially her body, which seems to be charged and unforgettable. So there is a secret code between us, that is, every Friday after class, I lie down and go out to find my card friend, so after a sumptuous candlelight dinner, we completely started the election tonight in a comfortable hotel.

I enjoyed every minute with her, and I even felt that my life would not fall into darkness without her that day; I thought about it, too. If this wife doesn't get divorced now, we'll have the wedding after she graduates from college. However, my wife is working hard for her family now and doesn't do anything that hurts me. Will she be cursed if she does?

It is with such ambivalence that I ignore a very important problem, that is, every time I make out, there is always a sum of money inexplicably missing from my wallet. At first I thought it was my negligence, but later I found out that I definitely didn't lose it, but someone took it away. Fortunately, my wife didn't find it either, because I was short of money, so I said I lost at cards. In addition, I have my own small vault, in case my wife gets suspicious, I can make it up.

I asked this sophomore girl, my money is always? Before she finished, she admitted that she had taken it herself.

Why? What, I don't usually give her enough money?

She said, it's not enough, but someone has to pay every time I finish, because when I'm with you, I always feel like I'm selling. Since I am selling, you are buying and selling. Is there any reason not to pay it? !

From then on, every time, I paid for it, so I got what I needed. .