Chapter 001: Switching Wife

Swapping a wife is a sensitive, despised, but curious

My name is Xu Lei. My wife Yunjuan is a very beautiful woman. When I met her for the first time, I fell in love with her for four years. Now I still love her as I did at the beginning, but in life

Leo Tolstoy once said that life is not a pleasure, but a very heavy job

Chernishevsky also said that life is empty and dull only in the eyes of ordinary people.

Perhaps we have just walked on the fork in life and life. As the market competition becomes increasingly fierce, the company's requirements are getting higher and higher. I don't know if it is because the pressure of life is too great or the energy exhausted by work. In the past two years, my relationship with my wife has gradually faded.

We are still sleeping in the same bed and are sure to love each other, but we have no passion. Even having sex has become completely up to our physical needs. Sometimes it is once every half a month, sometimes it is not once a month, and each time it is more like perfunctory to each other.

Although we all know it, I can feel that we are slowly losing something

I have heard a lot of topics about swapping wives before, but I never thought it would happen to my in life

The cause of this incident starts from the day my wife's 26th birthday, maybe earlier, but we didn't realize it. Life is like this, and it changed little by little without realizing it. When you find out, it's too late

The night before, I promised my wife that she would accompany her to celebrate her birthday the next day, but I didn't know that the world would not follow her wishes. I had a problem that day. A few days ago, I received a plan for a promotional activity plan. I was very anxious. I worked overtime and I got it done yesterday and handed it over. But suddenly I was beaten back by the team leader and said that the propaganda department was not satisfied with it. The top scolded the team leader.

The team leader was in trouble, and the one below could not escape me, the project team leader, was scolded by the team leader. If it weren't for use tomorrow, I would almost hit the project book on the head.

In fact, we can't blame us all. The time is rushing, and we need to hand it over to the publicity department one day in advance. If there is not enough time, how can we make perfect things with one day left. We bit the bullet and call the team members to re-work, and they changed it twice. They were scolded three times and worked overtime until eleven o'clock in the evening.

I barely said that I had a bad job. The team members were relieved and invited them to drink and relax. I agreed. When I left the company, I saw more than a dozen missed calls on my phone and were so busy that I forgot about my wife's birthday. When I said goodbye to my colleague, I hurried home, it was already twelve o'clock.

The house was dark and the lights were all gone. The house was mortgaged by my wife and I, so I had my own home.

When I turned on the light and saw the unopened cake on the table, the table full of food and drinks that had already cooled down, I felt very guilty and felt very sorry for her walking back to the room and seeing her curled up on the bed. I just wanted to hug her tightly. I lay gently beside her and reached out to hug her.

She didn't fall asleep at all. As soon as I touched her body, I was pushed away. The accumulated emotions broke out completely. I immediately accused me of not taking her to heart, and with some words, I scolded me.

I originally wanted to wait for her to wake up and apologize and make up for it, but she was so angry that she lost her mind. She couldn't listen to my words at all. After half an hour of explanation, I also lost my patience. The accumulated emotions when the company was scolded by the team leader also broke out. We had a big fight, but I was rushed to the living room and slept all night.

After half a month of continuous progress, she ignored me and was rejected even if her physical needs were rejected. This made me very annoyed. Every day when I went home, she would go to bed, or she would sit aside and watch TV, completely treating me as air.

I thought of explaining clearly when she was calm and apologizing, but every time I got close and saw her staring at me with caution, anger surged in my heart. I am her husband who has been with her for four years, and it is not the thief who broke into the family to apologize for this, and I also delayed it again and again. I can feel that if this continues, our marriage may end sooner or later.

Facing this deserted home all day long, I was helpless and distressed. I don’t know why it turned out like this. I still love her. I know she still loves me. I really want to save our marriage, but I can’t do anything about it.

Later, after work, I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to face the cold house. I hid in a bar very close to home and drank. When I was almost drunk, I fell asleep when I went home and fell asleep. I didn't have to think about anything. The next day, I woke up and went to work with a headache from sobering up.

It was at this moment, in that bar, the woman who changed my half-life's concept, led me on this road, and allowed me to be unextinguished on this road, quietly appeared beside me

That was the third day I hid in the bar. The bar was dimly lit and decorated in old times, making people feel the traces of time. The bar was filled with old-fashioned vinyl records, the music was quiet, and there were few guests. The waiters at the bar quietly wiped the wine glass. It seemed that no one could bear to destroy the atmosphere here, and everyone's conversation was very quiet.

The atmosphere is romantic, the whole bar gives people a feeling of falling leaves in autumn and winter, and it is approaching dusk and the old man is drooping. The atmosphere here is very suitable for me who want to escape from life and find a temporary shelter, so I am happy with this place

After sitting for an hour, I drank three bottles of beer. The only thing I am pleased to come here is that my alcohol tolerance increased before I couldn't even drink one bottle, so I would definitely vomit after two bottles. Today, I drank three bottles but I was a little dizzy.

Handsome guy, alone?

The tone is elegant, not abrupt at all, there is no charm of seducing men, and it is more like a passerby. When asking, I heard the sound first, and then smelled the faint perfume. It was said that it was perfume but not sure, and it was more like the sandalwood fragrance emitted by ancient wood.

The sound and taste are very consistent with the atmosphere here, giving people a feeling of having experienced the baptism of vicissitudes of life. I originally thought I would be a mature woman in her thirty-five, six, or about forty, but when I turned my head, my mind was still blank for a few seconds.

Standing beside him was a young woman of no more than twenty-six or seven. Her long wavy hair was slid together, draped obliquely beside her shoulders, her beautiful eyebrows, bright red lips were wearing black tight-fitting and long cheongsam, her long legs wrapped in flesh shining, and her black high heels shone with light, like a woman who had just walked down from the old Shanghai song stage in the 1930s

Cheongsam is cut and has a concave figure. The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, and the faint smile is outlined. The snow-white neck is exposed, like an elegant black swan. There is no place in the whole body that does not attract the eyes of men. I have never seen such a woman except on TV.

The woman is very beautiful and seductive, but she clearly doesn't know her. She thought she had recognized the wrong person, so I turned around and continued to drink.

The woman was not angry about my neglect and continued to smile: I don’t mind sitting here! After saying that, she sat in the high chair beside me without waiting for my reply.

After the woman sat down, I couldn't help but look at her secretly. She reminded me of a sentence. The past is one, the sky is clear and the earth is calm. I want to describe her. There is only the word "clearness" in my mind. There is no glitz of modern urban women, nor the wild women's lack of fireworks. Everything is just right, like a glass of aged red wine, exuding a charming fragrance.

Isn't it boring to drink alone? The woman said as she opened a pink clutch in her hand, took out a box of ladies' cigarettes, and handed me one

Through the slight light on the bar, I saw the woman's slender and slender fingers, which looked very white in the dark environment. She did not apply nail polish, but the shaping was very flat. The bright silver-white ring that flashed on the ring finger also fell into my eyes. For some reason, at that moment, I felt a little regretful in my heart.

I rarely smoke and shook my head at the woman

Seeing that I didn't smoke, the woman bent her eyebrows and curled the corners of her mouth, and seemed a little surprised. However, she quickly took back the cigarette box and said, "No smoking is a good thing. I thought about it, but I can't quit." As she said that, she pulled out the cigarette and stuck it between her fingers, took out a lady's IMCO lighter. When she was about to light the fire, she stopped and looked at me and asked: Don't mind me smoking!"

The cigarette in her hand was slender and pure white cigarette butt. I couldn't recognize the brand. When I asked her, I felt the joy of being respected. I smiled and shook my head.

The woman responded with a smile, skillfully swayed the lighter cover, opened her red lips and held the cigarette butt

This picture made me turn my head in a hurry. I guess many men who have seen this picture have dreamed of being the cigarette butt in their red lips.

With a blink of an eye, a spark was lit up in the dark. After igniting a Mars, it quickly extinguished the spark and shining. The woman sucked gently, moistened the red lips with her tongue, and then she slowly spit out a thin mist.

Her eyes were blurred, and the white smoke spit out from her red lips seemed to have spit out a lifetime of dust. I don’t know if it was alcohol or her beauty or she was unbelievable. She looked so unreal in the smoke, making me feel like I was in a dream

I'll treat you to a drink? The woman shook her hand and turned off the lighter cover and said, "It's a skillful move, like I've practiced countless times."

I wanted to say no, but before I could speak, she greeted the bartender at the bartender and said, "Make a cup for this gentleman, old Shanghai."

The bartender nodded with a smile and quickly selected materials on the wine rack. From the bartender's attitude, she might be a regular visitor here and is very familiar with her here.

Thank you! The bartender is already bartending, I can't refuse, I can only say to the woman

Soon, the bartender put the mixed wine in a cocktail glass and pushed it in front of me.

I have never tasted a mix of wine, and I rarely drink white wine and smell the strong smell of wine from the wine glass. I hesitantly looked at the beautiful woman beside me.

The woman shook the ashes and smiled and said, "Try it."