There are already three chickens on the table. Huang Youhuan glanced up at Li Jie, waiting for him to play a card. His arms rested on the table, and although everyone was a police officer and knew each other well, it was still more professional. The corners of Huang Youhuan's eyes were a little astringent, and at this time, the cigarette ash grew rapidly on the cigarette butt between his yellowed fingers, like a sick eraser attached to a thin white pencil, shining on the side of the corner of his mouth. He frowned deeply under the lamp, curled up with the five fingers of his right hand together, and clenched it into the mouth of a pelican, which contained the same unknown as the fish he had just caught—five loaves of bread, he hoped.

The smoke rose slowly, like a girl with a thin waist dancing on a painting. Huang Youhuan hardly smokes, but strangely, he can smell all kinds of smoke coming out of the burning, at least most of it. Many people don't believe it, and Huang Youhuan has won a lot of meals with this function. I forgot to say that Huang Youhuan has been hearing impaired in one ear since he was a child, but it is not serious. When it rose near the chandelier bulb with its green hat, it leaned down. The bulb is bright and is a white energy-saving lamp. The light is like a kind of legendary purity. Some of the girls were likely to be knocked down by the sharp light of money and fall on the ground, but her head was still sticking upwards like the head of a mung bean sprout. This reminded Huang Youhuan of a scene he had seen: Shiya's hair hung down, like a white melon covered by a part of her face with hair-like lutte strings. Maybe a few months later, a young lady in an activity room was also like this, with long hair and half covering her face, as soon as she sat down, she pulled out one from the hard camel box that Li Jie kept, and her posture was smooth as if she took out her card from the teller machine, and it seemed that she was lying down when she saw you, skillfully undressing and shouting hurry up, her hand was like a mine detector that could find out how deep the lighter was buried, so she dug it out, and the ignition was like cutting a lead, and then let out a long sigh, It was very comfortable to look at, as if there was a view of Paris in the smoke that she longed for.

Huang Youhuan had been a soldier in the past, and the Thai-Burmese War only received a tail, judging from his limited experience, he felt that this woman must have taken drugs. Then he sighed that she was like a Go player, and she casually and accurately threw the lighter in the middle of the two wine glasses, and the lighter ruler made a diagram vertically divided two white wine glasses that were close to round and square, and there was half of the Chivas regal mixed with Master Kong's Chivas in the glass. Of course, the Chivas here are just like us, they all come out to pretend. This woman was ordered by Li Jie, and she was a little arrogant and beautiful, this Huang Youhuan had to admit that sometimes he would find some suitable candidates for the director to play the heroine on this occasion. The rule here is that the person who pays the bill does not necessarily have the right to be the first to choose, and as with the principle of communication, this is the unspoken rule of the host's will. Huang Youhuan sat next to the woman and asked her what her name was, and she said her name was Xiaoxiao. Huang Youhuan just smiled and didn't say much. After a few drinks, Lee Kit will start singing the Thai national anthem, which he always sings first, and he is a new immigrant who especially likes to show his loyalty to his new homeland. Huang Youhuan listened to a few words casually and pretended to hum along. Then everyone gathered their laughter like a snowman and began to mingle with each other.

The little girl who knew each other would say that she was going to change her clothes, and when the time entered the prosperous age, Huang Youhuan casually chatted with the little girl sitting next to her. Just asked her if she could speak Thai, frankly speaking, Huang Youhuan should be embarrassed first, after all, they had already talked a few words in Thai. But she is like a Korean, and the G-spot has a long g-spot on her mouth. She began the greatest performance of the night: she was silent for a moment, looking at the smoke that had just come off the plane like her mouth, and said, "Thais speak Thai." Huang Youhuan's face turned red all of a sudden.

After drinking a few glasses and playing a few dice cups, Huang Youhuan said that there was a recent American film "Mulholland Drive" that was good, and she said that she would have to pay it back sooner or later. Huang Youhuan said that Interlaken is quite cold in winter, and she said that our Bangkok is hotter. Her mouth was like a gun on Huang Youhuan's pretending head, as if ordering him to be stupid immediately and not allowed to change back. But Huang Youhuan did just finish watching Graham's "The Smart Investor" that day and was called to sing by them, and he took it with him, but left it alone in the car. It took Huang Youhuan a long time to buy this book.

Then the little one sings, singing and taking off at the same time. After everyone finished reading it, Huang Youhuan said, it's over. At this time, Li Jie also finished singing, and when he heard the words, he came over to mix, pointing to a friend who came and said that A is always the predator of the Thai stock market, from 100 million to 5 million. Then a man laughed insolently, and his laughter was distinctive, with some eagle-like grievances in it. The little drunken eyes were even more contemptuous, and she said, are you as miserable as me? I'm full of men. Huang Youhuan said with a smile I heard that there is a variety of Chinese stock market called B shares, wouldn't it be funny if anyone has a full position? Novel: You are full of ST shares in China, and you say that the predator is full of ST B shares. She was really drunk, because later they really almost fought in order to argue whether the market was bullish or bearish. And Xiaoxiao was already asleep holding the pillar of the room.

After Shiya leaves, there should be no one here who is more eager for love than Huang Youhuan. Does Xiaoxiao want to PK with him, who has more strength in bed? Huang Youhuan originally thought that the KTV room was the warmest interpersonal environment in Bangkok, where there was no hunger, no exploitation, and no oppression. Now it's like a battlefield. Is this fair? Has cannibalism infiltrated this last corner? He didn't understand. He could only pray that after a while, Li Jie's lips were gently raised, not to take her out, and to keep her for himself.

Maybe she did it on purpose, because she is also a businessman, she may not be satisfied with the regular small money, she knows how to provoke men's desire to conquer and gain more, maybe her father is really waiting for money to have surgery? This is what Huang Youhuan suddenly thought of when she was blown by the wind after she came out of this "Southern Spring" with her. She refused to come out, and she kept insisting, and as Li Jie opened her wallet repeatedly, her tone was firm, but I also sensed the hesitation in her eyes. It is a metal and is resistant to high temperatures. Until Huang Youhuan clenched her wrist, she rolled her eyes in pain, but still insisted on looking at the ceiling, Huang Youhuan felt that her eyes should pierce her even more. Later, she scolded the scum softly, Huang Youhuan said, Mr. Li, she called you. She couldn't help but burst out laughing. The atmosphere began to ease, and the ambiguity slowly walked in. Li Jie once boasted to everyone that one of her legs was like the chimney of a coal-fired power plant, straight and white, but it needed to be boiled - wait for the next scene to begin? Li Jie called this "go to bed early and get up early" at the dinner, sleep in the morning and evening, either the boss or the customer, go to bed early and rise early. There was another woman he had brought with him on the table, and the woman was smiling at it. Is this true? Huang Youhuan once thought that in two hours, it would be two o'clock in the morning, and there would be a man who was driving in the dark while it was raining and desperately listening to Hong Kong singer Eason Chan's "Exaggeration" while thinking about this proposition. This is not right, when he drove to the door of the community, he turned off the one-dollar car MP3 given by BYD, and decided this opinion. The security guard at the door seemed to be dozing off, and he lived in this one.

Huang Youhuan is not proficient in Chinese mahjong, but sometimes Li Jie has something to ask him, he will desperately feed him cards, let him Hu, and praise him for his card skills. Sometimes he enjoys this pompousness, and sometimes he thinks it's a bit pompous. At the moment he has three two-of-a-kind, a three-of-a-kind, and the others are all cards, and this one of his first cards is a chicken, a lonely chicken. I didn't expect to catch so many strips later. A lonely chicken, he couldn't imagine that it could change the fate of Xiaoxiao, who was often indifferent and looked down upon.

My name is Xiaoxiao, and I remember the first time my father-in-law introduced me to this circle, they all said that your surname is very rare. I smiled slightly. When I was doing sales in a nightclub, in order to practice this laughter, I drew several coordinates on the mirror in the toilet at home, and later, when I felt that I had almost reached the effect of the famous painter Leng Jun's "Design About Smiling", my clothes had changed from ordinary goods to big brands. Every time before going out, I first look at the neatness of my clothes, and then dip my fingers in some fairy water to wipe my two cheekbones. People are white.

It's been almost 10 years since I came to Bangkok. After graduating from elementary school, I was introduced to a military industrial enterprise in Dhaka, where I made artillery shells and lived in a single building with a mix of men and women. One day in a rainstorm, I carried a little girl who was drunk at the top of the stairs into my dormitory. I didn't do anything and helped her wash her face and coat. But her sister thought that her sister must have done something, so she called a dozen men to cut me, and the scuffle caused a sensation in the whole factory, and my roommates and friends were hit with beer bottles on their heads, and some of them were hospitalized. Because of the young and vigorous dating that lasted for a long time after that, the factory talked to me. This woman was a woman from an old cadre in the factory, and she and her sister were drunk trying to figure out who should be placed in a better position. I was rubbed to the point of succumbing, irritable. One day, I read in an out-of-date Dhaka newspaper in my boss's office that a Korean company in Bangkok's Shangde Industrial Park was looking for a production line operator. I borrowed 500 yuan from my dormitory mate, Jin Zaiming, memorized a few books, one of which was Kazuo Inamori's "Sales Tactics", and took a half-day train to Bangkok for a day and a night. It was my first time in Bangkok and I haven't been away for a long time since. I studied the theories in this book and went deep into the masses, practiced calligraphy meticulously, and soon I would be able to say "how much" and "cheaper" in the Dhaka version of Bangkok dialect, and I continued to play my own characteristics of being a little bit cultured, pretending to laugh, being polite, poor and generous, and the local people who were not rich and educated or rich and uneducated among my colleagues liked to associate with me. I've been to their house to eat fish cooked by his mother, and it's as sweet as the tone of her voice. I'm used to eating. Most of these colleagues were silent, and the images that often come to mind are those who eat at half past two on the night shift, and after eating, everyone sits on the bench in the dressing room, and I am responsible for talking, and they are responsible for laughing. It's been so vulgar for a long time. Like them, I'm a stickworm that clings softly to life. I'm a low-level worker, and I offer sex that I can't buy, in other words, I have a strong sexual attraction, but I don't have the right buyer. So I didn't have a boyfriend. One of the operators is a folder, and he likes me very much, just as they like to reduce the number of words and fold the slots a little. When I entered the workshop of Klase 1000, I had to change into a dust-free suit, and in the summer my red underwear fluttered low-key like a national flag in the white dust-free suit, which many people yearned for, but before I could put my hands on my chest, they walked away again. Once I was pouting my hips with my head down and dealing with an ONS machine imported from the United States, which is the world's best fully automatic gold wire bonding machine. What had nothing to do with this was that I felt someone gently rubbing my back with their body. It's likely to be him, everyone else on the line has gone to eat, this nasty embryo! It wasn't the first time I've felt that I could react passionately, but it was even stronger, and it directly caused me to not be able to go out to change clothes and go to dinner. One day I didn't catch up with the factory car painted with blue logo from Jinlong in Xiamen, China, and it was very hot, so he and I took a bus to his rented house in Chachacuo. No one is in the house, the decoration is very ordinary, there is a 486 in the corner of the living room that she said was bought for more than 10,000 yuan, it can be seen that she is usually reluctant to use it, and it is covered with beautiful white yarn. He went to the kitchen and cut the watermelon and brought it to me to eat, and showed me the album. He said he would change his clothes and I would sit in the living room. He came out in a pair of shorts and went topless. Sitting next to the coffee table across from me on a small yellow wooden stool, eating watermelon with my head down, I deliberately wanted to see if he reacted. Yes. He's black, I'm white, and he just walks with a little bit of a limp. He lowered his head and blushed with a plate of watermelon that he had eaten, and when he went out, my ears and face and watermelon were all red like his own.

I've got a big belly, but it has nothing to do with him, really. When I went back, I was angry that I was alone with him like a period, and he was seducing me. How so? He's a man. So I started hiding from him, he was a machine with me, he was my equipment maintenance worker. Slowly, the people on the production line were a little aware and began to joke. Now that I think about it, a person who has never been in a relationship is like an inexperienced salesman, who is always hesitant at the elevator door and doesn't know whether to get on or not. Five years later, my first husband said he was my first love, and I said phew, with the key, and he deserved it?

I was sent on a business trip, and I couldn't come back on weekends, so he came in a hurry, dressed in fancy clothes, and wanted to stay with me at night. He hugged me and I said no. He said that's good, no. So he didn't move. But I couldn't sleep, so I went to hug him again, and he said no, but in a much softer voice. I still say, oh, then, and then there is no then. So my first man was the boss who sent me on a business trip. I was like a piece of white chocolate wood, feeling nothing. It wasn't until we got married that the female doctor from the Center for Disease Control and Prevention in Shangde Industrial Park, who was in charge of the marriage examination, showed us the video, and I knew that kissing was actually tongue sucking.

This man, who had seen me all over his body and even wanted to feed me, soon married a foreman who was also a suburb of Bangkok, probably from the eastern suburbs. A few months later, there was a middle class, the middle shift was from 2 pm to 10 pm, and dinner was 7 pm, I remember very clearly, he took stainless steel plates, stainless steel chopsticks, stainless steel spoons, stainless steel spoons, stainless steel ribs and rice and sat down next to me who was not very spacious. After he sat down, he didn't take the first bite of food, he didn't smile, he didn't look at me, he looked at his stainless steel.

He lowered his head and said, "Let's introduce you to a boyfriend." Bangkok dialect sounds like a friend of the south wind. I don't have a boyfriend, and I certainly don't refuse, but when I heard that it was a divorced man, I angrily refused, and fundamentally refused. I have forgotten how to refuse, how to say this tactfully, and how to be angry. I was 20 years old, with an IQ of 138 and an EQ of 13.8, and I hadn't learned the most basic postures, but I still longed to experience the thrill of anticipation and the beauty of a legal life. But I was psychologically reluctant to be a second marriage, which also affected my physiology. In addition, I was still young at the time, and I felt that I could do things that no saint could do, and I looked down on the people around me, especially him. So I behaved more decently, like a log that was only a little taller than the other trees, and I guess I forgot that I was an electric pole. I'm sure you've been like that before. Now you're not. I'm even more not.

I did him a small favor when he came in later than me. When I first joined the company, I helped a group of them train the operation of aluminum wire machines, and they were about to take the exam, and they came one by one, and he was very nervous. Due to misoperation, if it weren't for my quick hand, one of his hands would have been pierced by a cleaver, and only he and I knew about it. I just remembered this.

Later, when I saw the person who was introduced, the man's name was Xu Quanying, he looked tall and mighty, like Jackie Chan. And he was an only child. He is also tall. Like the women of the world, I like tall men. I heard that his father is the owner of the largest furniture mall in Bangkok, but for me he is already out of reach, I didn't know him when I introduced him, I didn't see him, when I saw him, I never forgot the name, I even went to bed and imagined that I had become their daughter-in-law, until now my son is almost five years old. Since then, he has been very cold to me, we are separated by a process, originally in the same shift, we can take the factory car to and from work together, and then he soon applied to be transferred to the next shift. I only saw him on the bus once when I was on the top shift. As I walked past his seat, he immediately turned his face out the window. Why did the rich man send his son here, was it just to satisfy me? After getting off the bus, I walked with a group of people to our rented dormitory in Bang, and couldn't help but sing "Caged Bird" by the Chinese rock singer Cui Jian, and they looked at me strangely.

Recklessness is not my character, why can't I hold the opportunity brought by happiness, this is fate, I have been thinking about what my mother repeatedly said to me before she died, life, little.

People can't die. After Li Jie finished saying this, the cards in his hand were played, and with a snap, he leaned around, like a county official who was adjudicating a case. The magistrate of the door is destroyed, which shows that he is angry. He is also afraid of letting Hu go to other people instead of me, and people who play cards are afraid of this, just like all Li Hongzhang is afraid of his wife, and officials are afraid of corruption. I soon saw that it was 30,000. He saw that no one was pushing the cards, so he raised the tone and said, 30,000. Among the three different arms of the army, navy and air, Huang Youhuan's favorite is Wan, I don't know why. The teacher did not teach. can Hu Wanzi, he tries his best to Hu Wanzi. Is this called a strong?

His next family is Mr. A, the predator who went from 100 million to 500. A is always very thin, and it is said that he has several wives, so he is very thin, but it happens to be him, who is a person in the circle who rarely or has never told pornographic jokes. He is thin but not tall, with clear eyebrows and good clothes, and runs a large-scale high-end restaurant, and has joined several coffee chains. Therefore, Huang Youhuan and his group all took VIP cards from the café. They went to his restaurant to eat, mainly Japanese cuisine, and his wife was Japanese, a woman with sharp teeth, who looked like a typical Japanese, and treated them with a moderate but polite attitude, with vigilance and disdain in her eyes. Li Jie represented the gang and stuffed food money for him, he didn't want to live or die, and then everyone was no longer embarrassed to go, but Mr. A was definitely not a master of mastery, and he never asked everyone to go to him to entertain customers, not even a little bit of meaning. He and Li Jie are old friends and fellow countrymen.

A always touched. Touched 30,000. It was probably his first touch tonight. When shaking the dice to choose a seat, it was determined that Huang Youhuan would sit in his house, and Huang Youhuan was secretly unhappy. He plays cards less, is witty, and his emotions are not easy to fluctuate, so he is definitely not a good family. He is a non-smoker and likes to drink Sprite. Can he give Huang Youhuan a three-cake that he is looking forward to very much?

Su is always a Malaysian Chinese, there are many Chinese surnamed Su in Bangkok, and Huang Youhuan even thinks that the most is surnamed Su, followed by the surname Sun, and then the surname Gu. It turned out that there was a sister Sun in the bureau, who was tall and beautiful, and a second sister Wu, who was tall and average. A Gu Xiaomin is also tall, but Huang Youhuan sometimes forgets what they look like, because he is not a competitor, so he is not impressed. These few have not been in the bureau for a long time, Gu Xiaomin seems to have stayed for a few months, but she happened to be able to meet Huang Youhuan at work, so the two have more intersections than others.

Once Huang Youhuan bought clothes for his son in Prada, and his son tried on clothes, he was bored, so he was ready to be in a daze, and suddenly felt as if someone was watching him behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Gu Xiaomin. He didn't recognize her at once, she recognized him at once. She took her daughter with her, who was very well-behaved and looked like she was eleven or twelve years old. She is now a housewife, and her husband has opened a firefighting equipment factory, which should earn a lot of money, and it can be seen that she is well maintained and wears a dazzling diamond necklace. She asked Huang Youhuan what he was doing now, and took the initiative to ask for his phone, as soon as all this was done, her son came out, she greeted her son, and her son was not enthusiastic, so she left. The son's face turned black in the car, and he called Huang Youhuan's wife to make a small report. Huang Youhuan went back and threw away his clothes and went to the bathroom angrily, but they both ignored him. He was not in a hurry, and sent a message to his wife, saying that Li Jie gave a card today, which should be at least more than 500,000, you can take it and brush it. The tide subsided instantly, the family immediately reconciled, and the son ran to the bathroom door with concern and asked softly, Dad, do you still want a handiface? This is Huang Youhuan's first wife and son. But then Gu Xiaomin and he never had contact.

One year, everyone sent group text messages on the Thai New Year, and Huang Youhuan was a little surprised to receive Gu Xiaomin's text message. She is signed as the manager of a business department of Taishan Securities, and Huang Youhuan of this business department knows that she is not far from her office. Huang Youhuan is strange that Gu Xiaomin has not taken the initiative to contact him for such a long time. With surprise, I replied to the text message and chatted a few words, and learned that the CEO of the Taishan Securities Business Department and her husband were friends and were helping her husband's factory to do listing counseling. Then she really had nothing to do, so she went inside to speculate on stocks, and by the way, she pulled customers. She easily pulled Huang Youhuan in, this sales department is close, and Huang Youhuan also met Mr. Su. Mr. Su is the boss of this sales department.

Gu Xiaomin is the woman who is a little ordinary, and she doesn't look ordinary at all later.

If you go to Kaiyun Road, drive from the direction of Huang Youhuan, you must take Shizhong Road, the direction is something on Shizhong Road, so Molin Road is not a thing? Yes, it's north and south. Only by crossing are they husband and wife. People say to buy things to buy things, it is said that in Chang'an, Han Dynasty, there are two markets, one East Market and one West Market, meet and greet, that is, I go to buy the East Market or I go to buy the West Market, and it slowly becomes a purchase. Can you afford to do it? Huang Youhuan thought to himself, I can't afford it.

Xiaoxiao worked for the Korean company for four years and renewed her contract once, but she did not sign a good contract with any man, and she did not have a successful sexual experience. In addition to his own brain water, he also learned to masturbate. After masturbation, she can sometimes quiet down and read a book. Nietzsche said that of all books, I prefer the ones written in blood. Just like the Chinese writer Yu Hua said, if you want blood, there is "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood". Xiaoxiao remembers the first time I read this book, I stood in a bookstore near the gate of the No. 2 Textile Factory on Shizhong Road, and read it in the afternoon after standing for several morning shifts. After reading it, her blood boiled, and she felt that if she was a bloody head, she could devote herself to learning from Lei Feng and save suffering beings. and Han Dong's "Love Story", which has a poem: one or two sentences, I can't tell you and me。。。。。 She can still memorize this poem, and in order to memorize it, she walked from Xujiacuo to this bookstore many times and flipped through the book. Once, when the book happened to be held by a person, she flipped through a copy of Feng Youlan's "A Brief History of Chinese Philosophy" next to him. However, she had only ever bought a 1 baht, expired 1999 issue 6 of World Investment.

Literary and beautiful, but a gambler, Xiaoxiao defines himself like this. When she was in elementary school, she often stood on the edge of the playground with a rice bowl printed with the five words of Payao Enamel Factory on it, reading the newspaper column and reading the stock market in the "Dhaka newspaper", Gezhong Industrial, 32.65 baht, up 3 percent. A person who bites half of the gum and has half of it left and half of it will bite half next time and even wants to leave it to his grandson, also wants to speculate in stocks, is he crazy and poor? After eating steamed buns, he looked at the small ones of other people's meat buns, and took a picture of himself with porridge. Well, it's not her fault.

On July 7, 1988, the neighbors built a house and put the boundary wall separating them from their house, so that the helpers ate in their yard. When it rained one day, these hired short-term workers had nothing to do, so they began to play mahjong, and Huang Youhuan still remembers playing five baht and ten baht. After fighting for a while, a person was called by others to leave, and the other three said what to do, the person went around his house, and he didn't find anyone, so he looked at Huang Youhuan, because the others looked at him, and he said, come on. Come with joy, novices dig for gold. Everyone else laughed, he didn't even know a word. In the end, even so, he was topped. At that time, he was four years old, five years old, and he could pull weeds and fertilizer in the field, but he was almost in school. They taught her, and one of them said that if you lose, it won't be yours, and if you win, it won't be yours, and he thinks it's okay, and if you win, it's even better. Finally before his parents came back from the cotton field, they taught me and had a full meal of mixed doubles. When he returned to his hometown a few years ago, one of the initiation coaches had passed away.

No one knows where they will sleep in thirty years. Maybe sleep in the South Seas, maybe in Canada, maybe in a hotel, maybe in a box. But Huang Youhuan definitely couldn't have imagined that he would sleep on the widow, and he couldn't have imagined that he would kill him thirty years ago.

If I die, my wife will be a widow, and Huang Youhuan got off his wife at nine o'clock yesterday morning, and he always thought so. But his wife didn't move for a long time, and she didn't make a sound, so she must have been brewing something. Sure enough, he heard a voice as if Zhou Zhiruo in Jin Yong's novel pointed a sword at Zhang Wuji's vest and said coldly, which fox spirit did the money go? She speaks Bangkok, and she will always use the local dialect when she scolds Huang Youhuan, which in itself reminds him that you, a foreigner, are not doing well today or this time. But Huang Youhuan doesn't know if she is talking about that or which? Whether it was a general or specific reference, he didn't dare to speculate. He could only ask cautiously in his heart: You rummaged through my bag again?

She did rummage through Huang Youhuan's bag, it has been more than a week since the last time she rummaged through his bag, and at that time, the phone call recommending buying a shop or a loan had not yet entered quantitative easing, Huang Youhuan directly cut one off in the living room, and she was immediately alert. Huang Youhuan's bag is not big, and there are all kinds of credit cards in it, and the credit cards are all intended for people who don't talk about credit, and Manyin sent him two at a time. This time she rummaged through the bag because he hadn't given it to her this month's home, and last month he said that this month would give her two consecutive months, but unfortunately he didn't have the more than 68,300 baht/month. He did it several times before she could do it. In the past, he used to be able to find a few fifty-hundred baht from a pile of invoices for tolls, meals, and parking fees, but today he didn't. He has no money, and the vixen still has. He didn't know which vixen she was talking about? Is it a fox or a goblin? He may have both, or maybe he may only have one or the other.

Of course, Huang Youhuan is not a good person, and if he uses a good man's template to extend him, he will probably expand his face to the willow body. Over the years, apart from scolding prisoners in obscurity, he really can't remember what good deeds he has done. How can there be good people among men?

Because a former friend went to a German-funded company in Singapore, they were an agent of imported equipment at that time, and they just needed a service engineer, he called Xiaoxiao, and Xiaoxiao agreed on the phone, which made him embarrassed, originally just polite, but I didn't expect Xiaoxiao to take it seriously. I can only remind her several times to pay attention to the risks, not to gamble, and finally think about it seriously, after all, it is a cross-border talent flow, and once something goes wrong, it is easy to mess up. A week later, Xiaoxiao resigned from his original company and flew to Singapore. Then she took two pictures of the famous water-spraying Merlion, once just coming and once leaving. Later, she had no choice but to return to Thailand. This friend is also from Bangkok, but his mother is from Guangdong, so he speaks vernacular. Xiaoxiao moved from Xujiacuo to Donggangcuo to live. The landlord is a middle-aged man, surnamed Wang, and she couldn't hear whether the surname Wang or the surname Wang was said by the Chinese in Bangkok was Huang, until he gave him a business card, which ended her vague address to him. He entrusted the aunt on the other side of the door to keep an eye on them, and sometimes helped him collect the rent by the way. Xiaoxiao, there is a person who lives with the three of them who is also surnamed Huang, whether it is Huang or Wang, Xiaoxiao has not figured out now, according to her judgment, half of Bangkok people read Wang, half read Huang. But this does not affect their rent to rise every year.

This aunt exercises every morning, Xiaoxiao once saw her go out with a sword in the morning and come back with a fan at night, I don't know if she will perform the game of swallowing the sword into her stomach and then conjuring a fan. On the day Xiao Xiao returned from Yangon, the whole of Bangkok was quiet and the weather was very hot. The bus from the airport to Bangkok threw her off the bus on Hyundai Avenue and dragged Samsonite's suitcase to the rented house. The box was borrowed from the landlord, who kept some things that they couldn't use for the time being, and this one was there. At this time, Xiaoxiao was like a leaf falling in the woods, and she felt very empty, rough, and unable to free or release. The steam was blowing, as if she was watching Japan in a hard drive in leather pants, surrounded by her colleagues like chess. So when the second husband went out on a trip, as long as he came back by flight, she would definitely pick him up at the airport, no matter which airport, until she felt at ease. Xiaoxiao is too familiar with this feeling, like washing her face with salt water, and there is nothing to wipe yet. Later, she went to Japan twice and came back, which further strengthened her understanding of the fate of misery: although Tang Seng could not care about what Sha Seng picked in his burden, this could not reduce his pressure.

An ordinary anti-theft door key went to Myanmar with her, and when Xiaoxiao took it out and was about to insert it on the door on February 4, 2000, Aunt Bai, who was a teacher before she retired, quietly appeared in the aisle of the examination room, Xiaoxiao shuddered, even if she didn't cheat, the powerful aura still raised her eyebrows.

Introduce you to a boyfriend. Like a strong man in Langya Mountain, he is as decisive as ever. She didn't need to ask if she had a husband or boyfriend, she didn't need to know if she wanted one of these creatures, she didn't ask if she had time for the night, she didn't ask where she had just come back from, or where she was going. All of this is omitted from logic, as if she had carried a large box containing many of the original Investor Times, which the hotel had crammed in every day in her absence. She brought them back because she was reluctant to throw them away and could study them. Although they were later proven to be of little research value, they were all thrown away.

She must have been a homeroom teacher before, and she only cared about her own goals. But can a class teacher force someone to bigamy? Xiaoxiao can only think secretly.

Xiaoxiao still went, the head teacher knew what the students were thinking, and the head teacher was omnipotent.

That person became Tiny's first husband a year later. Xiaoxiao thinks that she is not a great person worthy of being remembered by history, but she actually has two husbands and endless men, which makes her unable to sleep and be distressed and happy. It's not scary, but it's also not glorious. It's a pity that people can't fight for their lives, let alone money. She could only run forward like a track and field officer and accelerate in the corners of life. Sadly, people all over the world are running, and she doesn't know if she's in front or behind, or in front and behind. One side front and one back.

That person's aunt's husband's sister and Aunt Bai met during morning exercises, and they lived not far away. This is absolutely true, tens of thousands of words on the relationship between this character is real, she swears. She didn't have to play with her typing, they were all flashed out by the computer.

Do you believe that I am small? Although I am not the truth. Don't be bullish on me, I'm not the Fed boss either. I'm not going to solve the Middle East, I'm not Carter. I'm tiny, tiny, tiny.

Their house is very large, and his father is obviously a good person, but the general manager of a listed company has been sitting for a long time, and sometimes he has a bit of a shelf. The shelf is often propped up in their living room to watch the boxing match every Sunday noon. Little went to call him for dinner, and he would snort. That person once asked her at the dinner table, Xiaoxiao, what kind of sports do you like? I said boxing and fishing, and yes, that guy's dad also loved fishing. The man smiled from ear to ear. There is an idiom called "can't close your mouth", which is a special demeanor that describes a woman when she laughs at her first or last husband, and the reverse can also be used.

In fact, Xiaoxiao prefers exercise in bed and likes all mental activities related to gambling. In this way, she can play with her characteristics of being thin but not tall, and her other characteristic is that she has a small head. That person is characterized by obscenity, and secondly, nothing.

Later, Xiaoxiao opened a leather bag company and earned a 2002 BMW 320, and they were about to divorce. What else could be the reason? Men steal food outside, and women are beginning to become financially independent, which was originally a blame for the drama, and a little borrowed it for use. How is it not used to blame businessmen? No matter how famous a person is, he can't do business, otherwise he won't be able to receive a disciple like Yue Pengju, and he can only receive Hao Pengju. The surname is very important, but what it is called does not matter.

On the day of the divorce, she slept from half past twelve at noon to the afternoon of the next day, and she couldn't sleep dead, which Xiaoxiao had personally experienced, and she could speak for herself.

Xiaoxiao ran the company desperately, and even though the Man-Burma Expressway and National Highway 783 were being built at the same time, she insisted on going to Yangon every week. Xiaoxiao feels that he is still relatively capable. The philosopher Jin Yuelin said that the potential energy of the body, she is the ability.

She continued to live after the divorce, and even if she was not as good as a beast, she had the right to love. She asked a friend to help her introduce, and she also registered on the dating website, they asked her what she wanted, what requirements, she said no, introduce me to the best you know who is not married. Of course, there were a few friends who helped in the end, but they were all married. There is an essential difference between a married woman and an unmarried person when she is married, and she only realizes this after her second marriage. The last night of the blind date was held in Pepsi Coffee on Xindong Road, and the grand meeting ceremony ended in twenty minutes, she paid the bill and went downstairs together, the man said I will send you back, she said no, it looks like there is no drama again. This time I was probably really dissatisfied. Twenty days later, however, they were licensed. This is a rhetorical twist.

Later, she thought, he saw that I had a house, a BMW, and that although I was white and thin, I would ignore it if I turned it off in the light, he should be like a snobbish mother who forced her to marry a weak woman who was a hooligan in the neighbor's house. Later, and later, she thought, I think the opposite. I may have been a victim, but I always am. Just like Zhang Ailing has always been there, after marriage, Xiaoxiao said to him, I am a victim, he shouted loudly, now it is too late to understand, go and cook. Xiao Xiao thought that maybe she was really a victim.

Su is always a woman, in her thirties, a little more, and there is a kind of charm between her eyebrows. Huang Youhuan is strange that she can be a general manager at such a young age. One day Huang Youhuan passed by her sales department, there happened to be a car wash next to it, the car went to wash the car, he went up to ask her if she had any inside information, her previous attitude and enthusiasm for him was just right, no more, no less, just like Mr. Gao's wife, Tokyo-style politeness. She wasn't there, Huang Youhuan went to the big room like this, but she didn't expect Gu Xiaomin to cry.