Suppressing myself from thinking about it anymore, I took a deep puff of my cigarette and looked at the door of the hotel, and my thoughts were full of thoughts.

I remember the first time I went to my wife's house, my mother-in-law was very reluctant to marry my wife.

I was born in the countryside, my family did not have any background, when I got married, the bride price was still made, if I hadn't paid a down payment and bought a three-bedroom apartment, this family business would be yellow, so I also cherish this family.

Sometimes I feel like all this is like a dream, some people say that I have a beautiful woman, but in fact, I have been under a lot of pressure over the years, even if my brother-in-law gets married, my mother-in-law will ask me to take out the money, before and after, I take out hundreds of thousands, if you add the bride price, how to say that there are 500,000, but the brother-in-law was originally a brother-in-law, when I was down, I didn't say hello when I met, this kind of ignorance made me feel cold, and even I felt that I deserved all this, and I was to blame.

Do I regret that I married my wife?

I began to ask myself, but when I thought of my daughter and the bits and pieces with my wife, I felt that I didn't regret it.

I don't know how long I was standing before the glass doors of the hotel opened.

Tall figure, red coat half-open, inside is a white sweater with a round neck, a black miniskirt, black velvet stockings, and a pair of white snow boots.

She permed her hair, her long wavy hair draped over her shoulders, she held the hand of a strange man who wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a khaki suit, and the other took out a car key, and the headlights of a BMW in the parking lot flashed.

It's a wife!

I'm not mistaken, she is the woman I want to protect for the rest of my life, I am willing to do anything for her, no matter how hard it is outside, I work hard and make money desperately.

Although my wife is in her early thirties, she is still so charming, but tonight she does not belong to me, but to that strange man.

The man walked to the co-pilot of the BMW with his wife, opened the door, kissed his wife on the cheek, and motioned for her to sit in the seat.

My breathing grew heavier and my anger burned, and I rushed into the supermarket and ran over the shelves with knives.

"What are you doing, sir?"

Boom!

I fell and what was on the shelves fell on me!

Ahh

I was hysterical and screaming wildly!

"Dad, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!

"Are you sick, baby, don't be afraid!"

I gasped for breath as I watched a father and daughter look at me in amazement, the child shivering with fear and being held in the arms of the man.

"Yes, I'm sorry. ”

My face twitched, and I hurried out of the supermarket, standing still.

They were talking and laughing, and the man even touched his wife's skirt with the palm of his hand, and the car had already left the hotel, a face that I hated so much.

My heart is bleeding, and my wife, who is perfectly imaged in my heart, has really betrayed me.

Once upon a time, the last thing I wanted to see finally happened, I was green, and I was deducted a big green hat.

As fate would have been, if I hadn't fallen just now, and the car hadn't been so urgent, would I have been a murderer? Could it be that because of this, I wouldn't have been able to see my daughter again?

The clenched fist loosened, and I looked at the door of the hotel with some self-deprecation, and involuntarily half-squatted on the ground, tears of humiliation flowed uncontrollably.