"What did you tell her?" the man turned his back to the door, his shoulders hunched high, his anger so angry that he couldn't stop it, and he trembled and tore open the box of his cigarette, but he didn't smoke it, and threw it aside again.

"I didn't say anything. The girl roared back, jealousy making her feel so full of energy.

"What the hell did you say, she doesn't care about me now. The man's Adam's apple swayed up and down, perhaps a curse, and he swallowed it so badly, and she couldn't see it too.

Isn't every living man this virtue, he reached out and stretched out his arm to pull her closer. His anxiety turned into glistening tears, in the circles of his eyes, the man who had once sworn to love her, now questioned her for another woman.

"What did you tell her? you told her about my family?" his words made the girl despair, and he really liked her, and he was so worried that she would know the truth.

"I didn't. She couldn't hold it anymore, she reached out and leaned forward, it made her unable to breathe, she wasn't ready to face the scene of him already in love with someone else, how deep could it be?

"And what did you tell her?" he was so anxious that he suddenly yelled so that the girl shuddered.

When the moon is full, how long does it take to go from loving someone to wanting someone to die? They all stared at each other, the scene calmed down in an instant, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly he said, "Beibei, can we still reconcile?"

Can you reconcile?

She looked up at him with contempt, and when he got to this step in the field, he still wanted to reconcile?

"No, you can't. She was like a proud martyr, showing off her wounded soul for love, she smiled, smiled in her heart, at this moment she suddenly did not want him to die, he hoped that he could continue to be in pain.

He got up from the bed, she gave him the command, and he could show his true form, and then he suddenly went crazy, she thought she had seen all his anger, and she thought that his face could not change any more expressions, but she underestimated men too much.

He pointed to her head, his fingers almost poking at her head, and his mouth grinned in a strange shape: "No, no, you said no, why the fuck are you telling her this? You don't want me to be better, are you? You don't want me to be better, are you?"

The two opponents in chess can always break through themselves in mutual stimulation, she pursed her lips, not wanting to say anything, she looked directly at the fingers that almost poked into her eyes, desperately thought, let go.

"You said you weren't good with me, what did you let me do? I can't find a partner, I can't say we can reconcile, what do you want?" he became more and more angry, his roar getting louder and louder, one sentence approaching, his fingers were always in front of her eyes, forcing her to retreat a little.

"Beibei, you speak, don't be silent, what should you do now? She ignores me now, what do you say?" He opened his hand, his fingers trying to control it, she thought he would choke her neck, but he just spun in a circle, like not talking to a stranger An Jiahe, who was watching turn into a donkey, spun in a circle, and stomped on the concrete floor three times.

Then he turned into a donkey, and he smashed the television, and with a muffled noise, he broke off the bed board and cut the wood with a kitchen knife. How ridiculous, why the bed board? The bed board seemed to be too strong, he scolded as he cut it, and after cutting it for a while, he raised the kitchen knife and looked at the blade that had been rolled, and the man laughed.

That thing was useless, a kitchen knife couldn't break the bed, he looked up at Beibei, raised his eyebrows, he raised the kitchen knife, aimed at her, the girl was so frightened that she shrank back, she was far from as open-minded as she thought.

The kitchen knife was thrown and stuck in the quilt next to it, and the girl screamed and hugged her head. But he laughed, and laughed so happily.

"Look you're scared. He said that with great ease.

He saw the popsicle on the round table, which was a little melted, a layer of water droplets on the wrapper. He picked it up, as if he wanted to eat it to lower his anger. He turned, turned his back to the cowering girl and tore open the packaging of the popsicle. Bei Bei breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could put it down, she saw his right hand holding the popsicle, and suddenly shook it upwards with all his might, and with a snap, the popsicle was properly glued to the roof of the shed, deflated.