What is a tragedy in life? Is it a tragedy that the daughter of Shui Ling, who has been secretly in love with Uncle Wang's family next door for seven or eight years, sits in the back seat of another stinky boy? My girlfriend, who has been sitting in the back seat of her two or three years ago, calmly said to herself, "Our two surnames are not suitable, and then sit in someone else's Mercedes-Benz BMW, is it a tragedy? The hard-working and tired are like dogs, abandoning youth, abandoning dreams, abandoning everything that can be discarded, and what they get for most of their lives is nothing more than what others can easily get in a day and a week, is it a tragedy?

When you think your life is very tragic and because of this time, when you scold God for not opening your eyes and scolding fate for being too tricky, in fact, neither God nor fate has time to pay attention to you, there are so many people who scold them every day, how do they know which bird feather you are? You feel that you have lost everything, the sky has fallen, life has lost pillars, life has lost hope, it is very sad and amazing, in fact, you are just one of all kinds of passers-by in the eyes of others.

Zhao Huchen has learned such an ability under his grandfather's big stick policy since he was a child, and learned to ignore others or his own tragic comedy, in his grandfather's words, it is to achieve the realm of not liking things and not being sad for himself, and when he sees a beggar, he feels that the world is too cruel and the society is too indifferent.

Zhao Huchen himself couldn't tell what it would be like for him, as Xue Mo said about the anger of being used as a tool? It's too hypocritical to say that there is no at all, but even if there is, it will not affect his thinking, although he understood early on that he must have the consciousness of using people and being used by others, but it is indeed not a pleasant thing to be called by a woman who has just had a skin-to-skin kiss like a tool, and Zhao Huchen is not a saint.

Of course there is no mercy, but must there be something to hate the wretched? Zhao Huchen felt that he was not qualified to put on a posture of schadenfreude and sprinkled salt on the wounds of this woman who covered up the fact that she was injured with a stubborn to the extreme.

It's not just men who are hurt by feelings, it's a double-edged sword, stabbing others, and at the same time feeling the pain of the heart.

What is the sharpest side of feelings? It is undoubtedly a betrayal.

"Actually, even if you didn't come yesterday, I would have called someone else, and then another man would show up, take your place, take me home, and then lie on my bed and press on top of me instead of you." Xue Mo smiled a little nervously but not rampantly, looking at Zhao Huchen, stubborn and persistent.

"That's enough." Zhao Huchen said coldly.

"Why, don't you want to hear it?" Xue Mo got up from the sofa and stood opposite Zhao Huchen, staring at Zhao Huchen with scarred eyes.

"Are you jealous?" Xue Mo didn't care about his open bathrobe, stretched out his hand, and was gently silent on Zhao Huchen's arm, his eyes were full of a sickly apology, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Are men like that? Even if you don't have feelings, but the woman you have touched will not allow others to touch again, especially virgins, this will satisfy your conquest**, right? If that's the case, I'll find a lot of men to sleep,**, and then deliberately let him find out, what would be his expression when you always thought I was very cold and jade? I'm really looking forward to it. Xue Mo's apology disappeared in a flash, and then disappeared, and his fingertips lightly touched the tooth mark, and his tone was soft, like a lover whispering.

"If you want, I can help you with contacts, do you like mature or young? Do you like to be strong or skinny? Is ten enough? What about a hundred? Zhao Huchen sneered.

Xue Mo's body trembled, her body gently leaned on Zhao Huchen's body, the open bathrobe made her upper body soft and plump and perfectly in contact with Zhao Huchen's chest, stretched out her hands to wrap around Zhao Huchen's neck, raised her head, and whispered softly in Zhao Huchen's ear with slightly pale lips, "Then let's start with you." ”

Zhao Huchen pushed Xue Mo away, pushed her on the sofa, looked at the woman in disbelief, and said lightly, "I'm not used to being treated by others as something like a masturbation stick, you found the wrong person." ”

Zhao Huchen took his clothes and turned around and left, Xuemo sat on the sofa with a look from disbelief to being miserable and stunned, unable to say a word, and finally watched Zhao Huchen leave the guest room, the whole environment fell into dead silence again, and after she was alone, the whole person regained her curled up posture, quietly, quietly, a burst of crying gradually grew from small to large, and finally cried heartbreakingly.

Walking outside the door and putting on his clothes, Zhao Huchen's head was blown by Leng Feng to refresh a lot, and he breathed softly, Zhao Huchen sat on the side of the road and smoked two cigarettes, frowning and looking at the direction of Xuemo's house upstairs.

The two cigarettes fell, and Zhao Huchen threw down the cigarette butt violently and rushed upstairs like crazy.

When Zhao Huchen rushed back to the room panting like a cow, Xuemo The crazy woman was sitting on the fence of the balcony, this is more than 30 floors, in case something happens, you don't even have to send it to the hospital, there is no chance of survival at all.

"You come down for Lao Tzu!" Zhao Huchen was furious, he had long estimated that this woman would not be able to think of it, but he really didn't expect that he would guess correctly.

Xue Mo looked at Zhao Huchen numbly, biting her lip and not saying a word, but those cold eyes bloomed with colorful brilliance the moment she saw Zhao Huchen and then quickly hid.

Zhao Huchen scolded and walked over and grabbed Xue Mo's wrist, fortunately, the woman didn't really jump down and pulled her off the fence Zhao Huchen raised his hand and was about to slap her, but Xue Mo still didn't speak, even if he knew that Zhao Huchen was going to beat her, he didn't struggle or resist, and looked at Zhao Huchen stubbornly, as if waiting for the slap to come down.

Seeing Xue Mo like this, Zhao Huchen's slap still didn't go down in the end, "Grass!" Putting down his hand, Zhao Huchen took out a cigarette and stood next to him and smoked desperately, raised his eyelids and glanced at the madman, and felt puzzled, "If you want to die, find a clean place, this Tomson is full of cameras, Lao Tzu comes to your house, I don't know how many cameras have been recorded, if you have something, Lao Tzu will live?" You want to die yourself, don't bother me! I'm fucking you! ”

Xuemo didn't get angry or struggle, let Zhao Huchen drench the blood she scolded, waited quietly for him to finish scolding, walked behind Zhao Huchen, stretched out his hand to hug Zhao Huchen, and put his cheek on Zhao Huchen's back and stopped moving.

"You're insane!?" Zhao Huchen wrenched Xuemo's hand, but he didn't pull it away all of a sudden.

"Damn, I didn't satisfy you yesterday, did I?" Zhao Huchen gritted his teeth and pulled away Xuemo's hand, picked up this crazy stunner fiercely, strode to the bedroom, and tore her bathrobe while still on the bed, and scolded while taking off his clothes, "Fucking slut, you're a slut, it's not much better, why don't you fucking die early, it's a hundred dead!" ”

Xuemo's eyes regained their vigor little by little, and his body got up from the bed as if it had been suddenly activated, tearing Zhao Huchen's clothes, Zhao Huchen snatched back his pants from Xuemo's hand and scolded, "Don't tear it up, losers, I'm going to wear it back!" ”

"Then you hurry!" Xue Mo opened her mouth and shouted, looking like a resentful woman who had not been satisfied for a long time.

Zhao Huchen threw away his clothes and pants, pressed Xuemo under him, and scolded, "Lao Tzu, this will make you cry and beg for mercy!" ”

There was a brief silence in the room, the intertwining of limbs between the young man and the young woman, and a moment later dull gasps and rhythmic suppressed moans rang out.

When the two were entangled in death, Xuemo's mobile phone that was still beside the bed suddenly rang, Zhao Huchen's movements paused, and looked at Xuemo, who was scarlet and didn't pay attention to it at all, so he continued to work hard.

But the mobile phone seemed to be on the bar with the two of them, and no one answered it, so they hit desperately, one after another, Zhao Huchen patted Xuemo's plump and straight buttocks, and said, "Go and pick it up." ”

Xue Mo opened her eyes and glanced at Zhao Huchen, took the mobile phone, and her expression became cold in an instant.

"Don't stop." Xue Mo said two words to Zhao Huchen before answering the phone.

Zhao Huchen continued to possess and invade the soft white and tender body under his body that was enough for any man to get drunk to death, and opened his hands to grasp the soft and plump body that filled her chest with the palm that could not be fully grasped, and the body that occupied the upper hand of power did whatever he wanted on Xue Mo's body.

Although she couldn't hold back her moans, Xuemo's snort was still very heavy, and she didn't open her mouth when she answered the phone, just quietly listened to a crackling attack on the other side, and waited for the other side to be silent before she said lightly in a tone as normal as possible, "Are you finished?" I'm in Tomson's house, so if you're not at ease, you can come and see for yourself. ”

Zhao Huchen lowered his head and held the red beans on Xuemo's chest that had never been desecrated, the worship of the female surname from the surname Tian makes any man accustomed to focusing on women's chests, and Xuemo's breasts obviously belong to the kind that can catch men's attention the most, even if it is not a chest control Zhao Huchen who does not have much requirements for the size of the chest feels that such breasts can indeed meet the aesthetics of any man, grasp it in his hand, and have a soft mouth with **, Zhao Huchen understood more and more why there was an allusion to the fact that the king did not come to an early dynasty.

No matter how beautiful the country is, there is no movement from the scenery in front of you.

The other side of the phone seemed to say something again, Xue Mo didn't speak again, the other party seemed to sense something from Xue Mo's increasingly thick snort and hung up the phone in a panic, Xue Mo sneered and threw the phone aside, stretched out his hands to hold Zhao Huchen's head, and looked at the man buried in his chest.

"It's my sister." Because of what the two of them were doing, the tone of what Xue Mo said was very strange, and the flickering and heavy voice made her shy about her own Yinmei.

"Maybe he'll notice something, but it doesn't matter." Xue Mo raised her swan-like neck and hugged the head of the man on her body, if there was anyone who could give her thrush in this life, she would like to be the man on her body.

(To be continued)