Wu Shuang has been feeling a little annoyed by Qu Xi recently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When she was holding the computer and crackling codewords, she would always feel the slightest breath behind her on the back of her neck, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Qu Xi showing a mouthful of white teeth, smiling at her.

"Xiaoxi, what do you want to do?" I can't count how many times this is, Wu Shuang asked helplessly.

"I just want to see what you've written." Qu Xi said very lightly.

"Novels." Wu Shuang directly handed the computer to Qu Xi.

Qu Xi just glanced at it a few times, and then howled that his eyes hurt: "No, no, no, there are too many I don't want to see." Tell me the story, hehe. ”

Even if Wu Shuang was gentle and peaceful, he couldn't help but roll his eyes: "The story is very long......"

As if guessing that Wu Shuang would say this, Qu Xi's eyes lit up: "Last time you said that you wrote the story of a scumbag, then someone in the comment area must have someone say that the scumbag around him is right!" ”

Wu Shuang tilted his head and thought for a while: "This, it's really ......."

Really?

Qu Xi smiled happily: "Show me!" ”

"Didn't you say that there were too many words and you didn't want to read them?" Wu Shuang muttered, clicked the mouse, and selected a comment from the book review area to open it and show it to Qu Xi:

"This is the hottest one in the book review section."

Qu Xi nodded with satisfaction, that's what she wanted!

She leaned over and saw the comment on the screen, which began with this sentence:

"I married my husband, and I thought I had the whole world. In the end, he found that under his glamorous appearance, it was the most filthy and disgusting inside.

That's right, I'm what you call me, my wife. ”

……

Qu Xi slowly turned his head and looked at Wu Shuang, who had a gloomy expression.

"Wife?" She spat out these two unfamiliar words.

Wu Shuang's head bowed: "You keep watching." ”

Qu Xi bit her lower lip lightly and turned her gaze back to the screen.

……

I was born in the late 80s, I was ordinary-looking, and my personality was always said to be introverted, so until I reached the age of 30, I didn't find a suitable marriage partner.

I was inexperienced in men and women, and I was talked about by my family every day, and I was forced to join the blind date army in reluctance.

I know my husband, hey, I don't want to call him that now, so let's give him the code name A. met A, also because of a blind date.

According to the introduction, A is the type with outstanding appearance, excellent work, and mature and stable personality. I didn't expect much from it, because the introducer would always exaggerate. As a result, I went to the blind date place to see, A turned out to be almost the same as the introducer's statement, dressed in a black suit, with a calm gaze, stood up and smiled at me to shake hands.

I reached out and held his hand gently. His hands are slender and clean, and his nails are beautifully manicured. He wears a platinum ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Seeing that my eyes fell on his ring, A explained to me that if he wore the ring, others would think that he had a master.

I know - a man with such conditions as him should have a lot of iris Yanyan.

During that blind date, I still remember it vividly. A is a very good communicator, he quickly understood my thoughts and needs from my words, and every now and then a few words could open my conversation box and make me can't help but talk endlessly.

Since that blind date, I have been dating A. I feel very comfortable with A, he respects me and is a good listener. What I admired the most was that he didn't do anything to me like other men, and the few physical touches he had were still walking down the street because of the sudden flick of his shoulder from the cars that drove me out of danger.

Two months after that, A proposed to me.

I never thought that such an ordinary me could have such a grand marriage proposal. He gathered all his friends and brought me flowers and cakes, and he got down on one knee with a ring in his hand.

Marry me and be my wife.

His eyes were determined.

With tears in my eyes, I agreed to him. At that time, I really thought that I would be happy, that I would be happier than any other woman, that I would be the happiest in the world because I had him.

Little did I know, however, that this was just the beginning.

Our parents didn't stop us, we bought a house, and we got married.

After I got married, he was still very kind to me, but gradually, I realized that something was wrong.

These things are not right from the bits and pieces of life.

A is a very image-oriented person, and after living together, I found that he even has more skincare products than mine. All sorts of bottles and jars fill my dresser, from lotions and creams to masks and perfumes. He changed his clothes frequently every day, and he had to be meticulous in his hair and clothing. I didn't think much of it at first, I just thought he was a delicate man, but gradually a trace of weirdness rose from my heart.

In addition to the appearance, the way he and I get along with each other also makes me gradually uneasy. He was very gentle and always listened to me lightly and agreed to my every plan. I sometimes even wonder if he loves me or doesn't care about me at all. After all, everyone can be calm about people and things they don't care about.

I told my friends about my doubts, but they all said that I was in the midst of a blessing and did not know what to do.

In addition to these, the most unacceptable thing for me is to have sex with him. On his honeymoon, he didn't have anything but a few kisses and hugs. I took care of me and respected me as him, so I took the initiative to dedicate myself and take him to gallop on me.

Although it was my first time, I also saw his youthfulness. He never told me about his past love history, I thought he was experienced, but I didn't expect him to be so busy. At that time, I was indeed happy.

But the joy did not last long. He never touched me again, and sometimes I couldn't hold myself back and shyly begged him, but he looked at me with strange eyes, and then asked me, "When did your great aunt come?" ”

If I told him I was on the safe side, he wouldn't touch me under the pretext that he was too tired from work. If it happened to be ovulation, he would take off his clothes and go to the clouds and rain with me on a routine basis. The time was short, and his breathing was only over for a minute in the last minute. After the end, there were no hugs or kisses, more often than not, he put on a dress and stood on the balcony to smoke.

Sometimes I wonder if he doesn't love me anymore. But as long as I rubbed the ring on my ring finger, I felt that everything was bearable.

After all, I loved him so much at that time, so I was willingly blinded.

A few days before the nightmare came, I was not feeling well and always wanted to throw up, so I went to the hospital for a check-up.

It turned out that she was pregnant.

I was so happy that I even began to secretly fantasize about whether I and A's child were like A or me.

I decided to hide it from him first and then surprise him on the day of Qixi Festival.

Unexpectedly, this surprise eventually turned into a fright. And the one who was frightened was not him, but me.

I was really unwell that day, I always wanted to throw up, and I was lightheaded. In desperation, I took half a day of sick leave and went home early. But as soon as I opened the door, I saw that in addition to his leather shoes, there was also a pair of canvas shoes that I had never seen before.

As for the specifications, it is for boys.

Then I heard the sound that made me cry all night after that night when I remembered it.

"Slut! Tell you to seduce me! ”

The fierce, intensely erotic voice came from my husband.

It came from the man who rarely even hummed when he was in bed with me.

It was like a thunderbolt, and I walked into the bedroom lightly, regardless of my physical discomfort.

I saw two flesh bodies writhing and writhing on the sheet I had carefully chosen, demanding fiercely and screaming ecstasy.

One is A.

One is, a yellow-haired, flat-chested, strange boy.

"Bang!"

My fingers trembled, and the bag in my hand fell to the ground.