If my other half hides the fact that she is a rich second generation in a big family, I think I will be furious! Go on the rampage! I'm so grumpy, I mean it! Who dared her to lie to me
I confess to you, I take you to eat one night market after another, I take you to eat so many China steamed buns, mutton kebabs, spicy kebabs, roast pig's trotters, fried buns, triangle roast, sweet corn, rice rolls, fried smoothies, and fairy grass in front of such stalls ... You lied to me! Are you worthy of the distance I walked with you? Is it worthy of my heavier and heavier legs? Is it worthy of my growing belly? Worthy of my dirty little white shoes? Is it worth my shrinking wallet?
Do you know how worried I am that you will get lost in such a crowded crowd? How afraid I am that you stare at a pair of helpless eyes in the rolling crowd and can't find my image! So I will always hold your hand and never let go.
Do you still remember these wonderful and sweet times? Why did you lie to me? This makes me desperate with an emotional cleanliness! I will be desperate enough to doubt life! Doubt that you are surrounded by one lie after another! Doubt that your eyes have no ability to recognize people! I suspect that you are hiding not only the identity of the rich second generation, but also the official second generation and the military second generation!
However, I love you, I love you very much, I love you so much that I can't extricate myself from your soft and fragrant body! Love is so deep that you won't stop in your gentle moaning! I love you very much, I love your eyes, I love your lips, I love your groans, I love your breasts, I love everything about you! I love you so much that I can't stand life without you. Without you, my life will become a dry desert, and I am calling your name in the desert and struggling forward. What's the point of this life? In order not to lose you, I think of course I will forgive you, forgive your cheating on me, and regard your cheating as a white lie.
I think you lied to me for a reason. Maybe you don't like your family background and the days when you are surrounded by money. Maybe you just like to hold hands with me, visit one stall after another and pay for a gadget you have never seen before. You are like me holding your hand and eating one fly restaurant after another, whether it is the delicious old Harbin in the dangerous houses outside the old road, the original beef of Xiangfang Bearing Factory, a Peng's steamed stuffed bun on the road or Nangang Hart.
In that case, does it matter if you are a rich second generation? Anyway, money is a thing apart from you, and you can't take it with you whether you live or die.