Lan Zhou is being revised overnight......

In a daze, Ye Mu seemed to hear someone telling a story, which was very strange......

"Fat Buster, Fat Killer! It's only sold for 129, you deserve it!"

"So what are you waiting for, hurry up and pick up the phone in your hand and order!"

I sat on the bus, listening to the slogans on the display, and sighed helplessly.

This new weight loss product has been popular for a while.

I remember when it first went public, it seemed to have caused a sensation of 10,000 people rushing to grab it.

It's helpless, and now the streets and alleys are full of slogans for this weight loss weapon.

Human juicer.

Hey, just thinking about it makes my liver hurt.

Which child in this family is so tasteful, and he has such a crazy name, and he is not afraid of choking at dinner one day.

When the bus arrived, I plucked out my itchy ears, and was about to get up to give up my seat to someone who came after me, but my phone rang.

So I answered the phone and got out of the car.

"Hey, daughter-in-law, I'm almost home. ”

"Husband, come back soon, I'm going to give you a big surprise today!"

"What's the surprise?" I picked my eyelids, remembering that this foodie loves to call me to go to the restaurant when he has nothing to do, and mutters every day that he wants to lose weight, but he still can't control his mouth, and I am quite speechless about it.

As if she was afraid that others would hear it, she lowered her voice and said on the phone:

"I bought a sexy swimsuit."

"Poof!"

"What's the matter, husband, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I was a little sick to my stomach just now. ”

"Toot-"

When I got home, I took off my shoes when I suddenly saw an unusual figure.

My daughter-in-law, Wang Damei, is a serious 130-pound heavyweight, sweeping the major restaurants downstairs, and when eating, good guys, it is a whirlwind, gobbling up.

The little waist that can crush me alone is only one size smaller than a basin.

But what the hell is this sexy girl standing in front of me at the moment?

Although her face is thin, she still looks like Wang Damei.

But.

Tut-tut, this little waist is really a small waist!

It's not Dong Zhuo's small waist, it's a fake Diao Chan's small waist!

And that leg, I'm going to go, my ancestors, I've never seen such a beautiful one!

"Why, don't you know each other?" she blew a flying kiss at me, and I immediately felt a little whiny on my face, no, it was a fever.

I froze, my mind going blank.

When she saw that I didn't squeak, she coquettishly yelled at me again: "Husband, what's wrong with you?"

When I heard this, I swore to God that I had never been so crispy since I was a child.

She slowly leaned over, put her slender, white and shiny right hand on my shoulder, and lifted her right leg up for me to wrap around with her left hand.

It's a quirky and romantic pose.

For me, in the past, when I did this, I always refused outright.

Because it would be very tiring, she was too heavy.

But today, for some reason, I hugged me stupidly.

At this moment, Wang Damei put it next to my ear, exhaled Rulan and said, "Husband, what do you want to eat tonight?"

I swallowed, my eyes gurgling, and I said in a trembling voice, "I want to eat you." ”

"Dead ghost ~ hate ~ !"

Two hours later ...

I was so defeated that I lay on the bed and smoked.

At this moment, I felt a little unrecognizable to her.

She is my daughter-in-law, Wang Damei, the eldest wife of Ming Media.

Wait a minute!

I was thinking about it, but suddenly I caught a glimpse of an extra piece of furniture in the living room.

I was fascinated by the pervert just now, and now I can see it clearly.

The strange machine covered in a white cloth with a small horn peeking out underneath.

I know it even if it's burned to ashes.

Yes, that's it!

Human juicer.

It's really a narrow road.

This annoying thing has been bothering me all the way, and I never thought that my daughter-in-law was using it.

I immediately turned my head and asked her, "Wang Damei, did you buy that thing?"

"What?" she looked at me blankly, her cloaked look really sexy.

I pointed to the human juicer in the living room and said angrily, "That's it, you can't lose weight with it, right?"

Wang Damei glanced at me, and turned his head away in disgust, "Cut, what's the fuss, now the years are different from before, high-tech, squeeze out the fat on your body in minutes." ”

Squeezed dry?

Why does it sound so awkward?

So I couldn't help but continue to ask her: "Then how long did it take you to get rid of this fat?"

Who knew that Wang Damei complacently compared three fingers, let me guess.

I guess?

Do you guess I guess?

"I guess your uncle!" I pulled up the quilt and turned my back to her, "Don't do anything with me, I haven't heard that this thing has been certified by experts, don't use it indiscriminately, when the time comes, there will really be a demon moth, I see what you do." ”

But she didn't finish with me, and asked me quietly, "I really don't want to know how long it took me?"

I pondered for a while, but I couldn't resist my curiosity and asked, "Three days?"

She shook her head, "Guess again." ”

I frowned and looked back at her, "Three hours?"

"No, guess. ”

I almost jumped to scold my mother, sat up directly, bared my teeth and said, "It won't be three minutes, right?!"

When Wang Damei heard this, she giggled.

The laughter revealed a snickering joy that made my scalp tingle.

It was as if Zhu Bajie had finally eaten the ginseng fruit that I had been hungry for a long time, which made me feel uncomfortable.

She shook three fingers in front of my eyes, and her laughter grew more and more triumphant.

"Hehe, it took three seconds. ”

I was confused for a moment, and I was confused, and Alfa Romeo was confused.

"How many pounds are you now?"

“89。 ”

"It took three seconds, it fell, I calculated, I lost 31 pounds of meat in three seconds?!"

"Yes. ”

Before this fully unfolds, let me introduce myself.

My name is Yu Dabao, and I beat our old Yu family for three generations, all of which are single-handed.

That's why my mother, on my twentieth birthday, set up a family affair for me.

That's right, it's this loser girl Wang Damei.

She is greedy, lazy, and verbose.

On weekdays, in addition to eating, sleeping and sleeping at home, I eat and buy when I dream.

I'll be honest, I've had enough of her.

And I'm a notoriously young fool, in my twenties and I didn't achieve anything, so I worked in a small factory in the eastern suburbs.

Although I don't earn much and my life is a little tighter, I'm honest except for running trains.

But Wang Damei gave me such a whole play today, which really caught me off guard.

Lose 31 pounds of meat in three seconds?

What kind of concept is this, it's terrifying, isn't it?

There is more fat on the human body, according to the living environment of the ancestors, in order to keep warm.

Modern people regard thinness as beauty, and some are even extreme, and there are not without all kinds of painful weight loss experiences on the Internet.

Anyway, I can't stand it for a straight male patient with advanced cancer.

But Wang Damei let me talk before I fell asleep, and she said that I should take care of the weight loss matter, and it was better not to care.

I complained twice, but I couldn't bear the exhaustion caused by two hours of high-intensity combat, so I had to bury my head in replenishing my strength first.

A big dream in spring and autumn, that's really a good sleep!

When I woke up again, Wang Damei was gone.

When I looked at my watch, it was only four o'clock in the morning, and she was so lazy that she had never been out at this point.

I was pondering, but I carefully found that the cloth of the human juicer was removed by Wang Damei at some point.

So I put on my pajamas, lit a cigarette, crouched down in front of it, and looked at it carefully.

This machine, by all means, is about the size of a refrigerator, but it is not small, a full 180 centimeters high.

I stood up and couldn't see the top.

After taking two puffs of my cigarette, I turned around to pour a glass of water and saw the instruction manual on the table.

As the old saying goes, curiosity kills cats, and my biggest shortcoming is probably curiosity.

So I opened the manual and began to slowly study this so-called "weight loss tool".

First of all.

The human juicer is divided into three gears: high frequency, medium frequency, and low frequency.

Low frequency: Customers weighing less than 100 pounds can use this product to instantly lose fat within 500g to 1kg, which will not exceed the established range and unlimited times.

Medium frequency: Customers who weigh less than 150 pounds can reduce the fat content within two seconds by using this product, and the maximum will not exceed 50 pounds, and they can set their own needs.

High frequency: For obese people over 200 pounds, there is no upper limit for fat loss, and someone needs to be on the side to observe at any time, and once the safety critical point is exceeded, it is important to cut off the power in time.

Obediently, instantaneously.

I gasped, what the hell is this?

It's a rope life to lose weight!

I snuffed out the cigarette butt and was about to go to the toilet to wash up, when suddenly there was a hoarse scream outside the door.

"Woohoo!"

It's like killing a pig.

This incomparably familiar scream of sorrow made me know at once who she was.

My daughter-in-law, Wang Damei.

I opened the door and was dumbfounded.

Wang Damei was sitting in the staircase.

Picking, picking?!

And the face is buckled, wait, something is wrong.

Her expression is not cool, nor comfortable, nor is it exciting.

It turned out to be pulling the corners of his mouth, with tears in his eyes, gritting his teeth, as if he had just had facial paralysis and suffered from sheep epilepsy, pumping twice, stabilizing twice, and then pumping alternately, very hysterical.

I froze in place, swallowed my saliva, and asked her tentatively, "Big, beautiful, are you okay?"

She turned her face to me and gritted her teeth, "Quick, get me into the house." ”

I saw that she was in pain and couldn't take care of herself, and her eyelids jumped with her, and I rushed over in a panic, so that I could see what was under her feet.

The toes of a man have ten fingernails.

Da Mei, she, but she is only left.

I whimpered in fright and sat on the ground, because peeling nails weren't the scariest thing.

The root cause of my goosebumps is.

Her toes, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, were gone.

There was a pool of blood on the ground, like the old Li family next door who renovated the house when they got married, sticky and thick, like paint spilled on the ground.

I felt something in my throat and eyes, and I whimpered and tried to shout, but I couldn't make a sound.

Wang Damei's head, neck, and arms were full of sweat, and she almost gritted her teeth and spit out a sentence intermittently from her mouth: "Quick, hit, 12. ”