The master hurriedly rolled up the window of the car, scolded hatefully, and said that he had really reached the eighth lifetime of blood mold, and pulled me to such a plague god, let me die as soon as possible if I want to die, don't come out and harm people like that.

My chest was churning, I couldn't care about anything, and I turned around and threw up on the railing.

It felt like the chest cavity had become a pump, and it kept pumping filth into the stomach. Every time you pull it, it's like you're going to pull out the bone marrow of your whole body little by little.

When I finally stopped vomiting, I relieved myself a little and looked back to see that the car was long gone. After secretly saying sorry in my heart, I walked towards Xiaoxia's house with heavy steps.

After finally knocking on the door of her house, I saw that it was Xiaoxia, I finally couldn't hold it anymore, my legs were weak, and I threw myself forward.

She was the only one in her house, and she had a sprained foot, so it was conceivable that she was going to drag me to her couch at home, and I don't know how much effort it took.

I felt hot and soft, and I kept throwing up and vomiting, and by the end of the day I was retching. Xiaoxia was completely frightened, and begged me to go to the hospital.

My mind was confused, but at least I was clear about it, and I told her that I had worked almost desperately to get out, and that if I was caught in this situation, I might not see my baby again.

I asked her to bring me a few glasses of warm water, and I spit it out as I poured it, cup after cup, until the water went from tasteless to bitter, and then to complete numbness in my throat.

Xiaoxia saw that I was so uncomfortable, and she couldn't help crying when she stayed aside. Q: How did I become like this? What is wrong to make me suffer such a great sin.

In the chaos, it seems that I am crying too.

No, it wasn't crying, I wasn't crying, it was just tears that kept flowing.

It was a really uncomfortable feeling, both physically and mentally.

I think that just yesterday and the day before yesterday, I still had a home, and before that, I signed a big business with a generous commission. I could have taken the commission and took my baby to find a place to escape the catastrophe.

But I had an impulse and ruined everything.

Xiaoxia saw that I was about to collapse when I vomited, and the tears were still falling vigorously, and she cried even more.

I looked at her suddenly, "What are you crying about?" As soon as the words came out, I felt that my voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

Xiaoxia shook her head as much as she could, trying to pretend to be casual, but her acting skills were really clumsy, and after a while, she came up and hugged me softly, and cried with a whimper.

It was a long time before I realized that she was not only crying for me, but also for herself.

She cried and asked me, "Yiyi, what do you say a man means to us?" I could have lived without them. But why are there still so many women who make themselves worse than dead for men? ”

I don't even have the strength to open my mouth to speak, all I have left is my heart to keep tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening, and the pain is unbearable.

I don't know what exactly men mean to us. Obviously, they are sometimes so vicious, so ruthless, and so know how to break women's hearts. Especially when I have a child, I really feel that the real burden for a woman is her husband. But there are still so many women moths fighting the fire and going forward one after another.

But one thing I am sure of is that sometimes a real good sister is better than a husband.