It was raining outside, and the cool breeze kept blowing raindrops through the open windows.
Shang Rong, who was 32 years old in three days, sat in front of the computer, staring at the stock market with his eyes dull, looking at the green and beating data, just like looking at the eyes of countless pairs of evil wolves in the dark night.
1.2 million.
There are 60,000 left.
Everything seemed like a dream.
Everything is so illusory.
Only the curtains blown by the wind and the cold raindrops that occasionally hit him on his face made him feel that he was still conscious.
Everything is finished.I am a pauper again.At that moment, Shang Rong's heart was like the autumn rain outside the window.
That night, his wife Lin Zihui handed him a divorce report.
I hope to see you signed your name tomorrow morning.After saying that, he twisted his round butt into the bedroom, and then locked the door with a bang.
Fuck your mom, bitch!
Shang Rong cursed fiercely in his heart.He really wanted to kill someone at that moment.
In fact, Shang Rong had a long time ago aware that this day would come sooner or later.
As early as three months ago, he realized Zi Hui's disloyalty to him based on his sixth sense, but there was no evidence.
Besides, it is better not to find that kind of evidence.
Some men always want to know what kind of man their wives sleep with, follow them secretly, investigate and investigate secretly, as if they never give up until they see their wives and other men in bed with their own eyes.
Shang Rong believed that it was just an act of sprinkling salt on his wounds and was not worth imitating.
What's the point of what kind of man is?
Maybe it’s a certain Master Qian, maybe it’s the boss of his wife’s unit, maybe it’s a young handsome guy, or just a beggar on the street, or in short, it’s a man. When you accidentally, when you don’t do your best with your wife, you enter your territory and cultivate the land that belongs to you without authorization.
Shang Rong's mind saw the scene of his wife's fair and delicate body undulating and twisting under a man with blurred face. He seemed to hear his wife's delicate and rapid moans, as if he felt the tightening of her vagina and the heat when she was orgasm.
Zi Hui is shy. She will only give up her reserve when she is orgasm, and she whispers intermittently and exhales some words that are usually hard to speak out from her slightly opened mouth. These lustful words that make the man excited after hearing the passionate words were taught to her in bed for several years. It can be said that she developed this woman herself, turning her from a young and shy girl into a sexy and charming beauty.
But now this beauty no longer belongs to him, and the invisible side that originally belonged only to him has been tasted by other men.
But who can blame all this?
Everything is about stocks.
Shang Rong himself didn't understand why he was obsessed with stocks. He thought that it was the stock that made him waste his business, but now it was the stock that he found a man for his wife.
For two years, Shang Rong felt that his surname was not Shang but Bei's surname. He was so sad that everything was clear.
Otherwise, why does the market keep doing free fall as soon as I enter the stock market? Why is it like a magic clutch controlling him, always letting him buy at the highest point and sell at the lowest point? Why does he grab a new round of decline every time he grabs the rebound?
The luck is not only reflected in the stocks, but also in his body.
Since entering the market, my thing has been much worse than before.
Every time he flips off Zi Hui with panting, Zi Hui will say disdainfully: Your thing is almost the same as your stock.
Shang Rong always said nothing in shame, waiting anxiously for the miracle to appear. He knew that if the stock market still could not emerge, his weakness would never have hope of a strong rise.
But the reality is that the stock market is still unremittingly creating new lows every day, and it is weakening day by day.
It was during those weak days that Zihui put a cuckold on him.
Shangrong was carrying an old suitcase containing several of his own clothes.
He looked up at the door number as the door closed mercilessly behind him.
Room 401.
It was once my own home.
I don’t know which man’s home will be in the future.
Maybe tomorrow a strange man will move in, sleeping on the big bed he has slept on, fucking the woman he has fucked, and that woman repeats the dirty words he has said to the new man.
A heart-wrenching pain, Shang Rong covered his heart with one hand, spitted at the door, and turned around and left.
This is an old-fashioned building from the 1980s, a simple room that people of that era are proud of and despised by people today.
Thank you parents for leaving this puppy kennel so that you can avoid wind and rain and have a place to live when you are homeless.
When Shang Rong walked up to the entrance of the corridor with a broken suitcase, he saw five or six old neighbors with gray hair, that is, his parents' old friends who lived in the world, bulging up their dark old eyes as if they were looking at aliens.
These are all old people who have experienced vicissitudes and are proficient in the warmth and coldness of the world. They can see all the tragic stories that happened to Shang Rong from his gray depressed face and the broken suitcase in his hand.
What an arrogant person he was!Don’t you have to go back to this dilapidated house and lick your wounds?Young people, ginger is the hottest thing, and if you don’t listen to the old people’s words, you will suffer losses in front of you!
Shang Rong slipped into the corridor like a broken dog, leaving behind a buzzing sound.
After the divorce, Shang Rong held a simple ceremony in the broken house left to him by his parents. Of course, he was the only one who participated. He poured himself a teacup of soju, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, raised his cup and said: Cheers, you bastard!
Then he began his seclusion.
Shang Rong seemed to be intentionally trying to punish himself. He lowered his living standards to the minimum limit of maintaining survival, only ate instant noodles and drank tap water every day. The only luxury goods were cigarettes and soju.
Computers are no longer tools for analyzing stocks, but rather toys that adults will never get tired of. In fact, he has never looked at the stock market again.
For a while, he became obsessed with the strategy game and felt like a commander of the three armies, commanding every battle set by the game.
Later, I began to browse adult forums, and I missed all kinds of beautiful women in various countries until I saw pornographic videos and thought of the taste of instant noodles.
He never goes out during the day, but only slips out of the corridor like an abandoned dog at night or early morning, and wanders aimlessly on the side of the dark road. Sometimes when he looks at the brightly lit windows, he will think of the home in the past, the woman, and the woman is doing the work that woman is doing at the moment, and he will feel confused in his heart, as if he feels that countless pairs of eyes are staring at him in the dark corner, and then he returns home like running away, continuing the dark life.
Days without a wife, days without a woman, days without a woman, days alone pass by day.
When computer games were already chewing wax and there was nothing new in the porn forum, Shangrong indulged in endless sleep and had all kinds of strange dreams. Once he dreamed of his dead mother, but she still looked the same way, but she didn't change at all. She stood by his bed and said to him with tears in her eyes: If you really can't stand it, come early.
This was the best dream he had. The other dreams made him sweat profusely every time, and he felt a splitting headache after waking up.
Finally, the endless sleep came with insomnia all night. He often stared at a black spot on the wall for seven or eight hours, falling into nothingness.
On that day, Shang Rong was lying on the bed daydreaming, as if he heard a knock on the door. At first he didn't care. He thought the knock on the door was an integral part of the dream, but later that anxious slap finally brought him back to reality.
Someone outside wants to come in.
He lay on the bed imagining the person knocking outside, hoping to make him daydream too.
The knocker seemed to know his intention, and in a more persistent way, it was like knocking on his heart.
Shang Rong finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up from the bed cursingly and opened the door in anger.
A woman, a pretty woman, can't remember which woman he has anything to do with, you knocked on the wrong door.
The woman sneered and pushed Shangrong away and walked into the house. It was as familiar as if she had arrived at her own home.
She frowned and looked at everything in the room: four or five instant noodles on the table; cigarette butts piled in the ashtray next to the computer were like a hill, and dozens of wine bottles were placed high and low along the wall, as if they were being reviewed by the owner.
The room was filled with an ammonian smell.
Shang Rong, don’t pretend to be mentally retarded, it’s already very similar if you don’t pretend.
What a familiar voice, what a sharp insight, who else is there in this world except her?
Shang Rong slapped himself in the mouth.I am so blind that I can't even recognize my wife.
Zihui ignored his jokes, took out a piece of paper and a carbon pen from her bag and threw it onto the table.You can check it out and sign it.
It turned out to be an IOU.
Lin Zihui looked at Shang Rong and said: At the beginning, I borrowed 150,000 yuan for you to trade stocks for you. I have already paid back the money. Now you owe me. I know you don’t have money to pay it back, so it’s not too much to make a note first.
Shang Rong thought that this was true, so he picked up the carbon pen and wrote down his name on the paper.
Anyway, dead pigs are not afraid of scalding in boiling water, and they are not afraid of itchy if there are too many lice. Not to mention 150,000, he doesn’t care even if it is 1.5 million.
Zi Hui didn't seem to expect Shang Rong to sign so happily. She picked up the IOU and looked suspiciously for a while, stood up and looked Shang Rong up and down.
I almost couldn't recognize you.Be good at doing it yourself.After saying that, he twisted his butt and walked towards the door.
This woman's butt seems to be bigger than before.
Although she was wrapped in a short skirt, Shang Rong could still draw its complete shape in his mind.
The round, the snow-white, the greasy feel, the charming gap between the two petals.
A string in Shang Rong's heart was touched, and the long-lost desire instantly ignited his body. He had only one thought, holding her butt and fucking her hard.
You wait...
Shang Rong felt that it was not his voice, just like the howling of a hungry wolf.
Zihui was startled, stopped and looked back.
Just as she saw her ex-husband's hungry eyes staring at her butt, she instantly understood the man's inner desire, her heart trembled, and her face burned.
What he wants to do, he doesn't want to...
Is there anything else?
As soon as Zi Hui finished speaking, Shang Rong had already come to her face, gasping for breath, grabbed the shoulders of his ex-wife with both hands and pressed her face down on the table signed just now, then pressed the woman's spine with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other.
Zihui couldn't believe that her ex-husband would do this. She had been married to him for ten years and had never seen such a posture. Her husband, who has always been gentle and gentle in bed, was always extremely gentle and never rude to her.
At this moment, Zi Hui seemed to be confused. He was clearly going to rape himself. We have divorced. This is rape...
When Zihui figured it out, she felt her butt chill, and her stockings and underwear were pulled to the bend of her legs.
You bastard...what are you...what are you doing...
While saying that, he kicked her back with one foot, but the man spread her legs very wide, and he couldn't use any strength, let alone kick people.
What to do?Do you still need to ask... Of course I fuck you... Why... Not the first time... I asked me to fuck you again... I miss you so much...
Shang Rong was talking nonsense, and while kneading the seductive fat buttocks, he inserted his palm into Zi Hui's buttocks after a few times, and inserted a finger into the woman's dry vagina.
Zi Hui felt a stinging pain in her vagina and twisted her butt to avoid the man's invasion, but her twisted buttocks turned into catering to the man's fingers in her vagina. After only a few twists, she felt her fingers enter deeper.
You let me go... You are... Rape... You... Bastard... Let me go...
When Shang Rong heard Zi Hui scold him as a bastard, he remembered that when Zi Hui was fucked under her body, she seduced her to say dirty words. At first, the woman always insisted not to say anything, but when the man's hard cock was surging, the tide would cover her face and cry and curse.
You...bastard... I'll let it go...bastard...it's going to die...ruthless bastard...you fuck your wife to death...ÁÁ...bastard...
Thinking of his ex-wife's cute look on the bed, Shangrong felt that he was so impulsive that his penis was so swollen and painful in his crotch.
He untied his belt and pulled down his underwear. His thick and long cock directly pressed against the woman's soft buttocks.
Zi Hui immediately felt what her ex-husband was pressing against her butt.
I felt confused again.
Why is it so hard!
Isn't he not able to do it?
His thing hasn't really been strong in the past six months. Why...
As if suddenly realizing the danger, Zi Hui struggled all over, and her butt unconsciously dodged left and right, preventing the ugly thing from pointing to the vital points.
The woman's desperate resistance caused great inconvenience to Shang Rong. It felt a little difficult to hold the woman's upper body with one hand, and the other hand could not fix the white wriggling buttocks.
At this moment, Shang Rong seemed to understand a little in his heart, and clearly realized what he was doing. Moreover, Zi Hui was struggling with a crying voice, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. At this moment, the situation of a woman twisting under another man appeared in his mind, and the desire and fire burst out uncontrollably.
He slapped Zi Hui's snow-white buttocks with a hard palm and said gritting his teeth: You bitch, who are you for whom?... It's a pity that you have been fucked countless times... It's not considered losing your chastity if I fuck you again...
After hearing Shang Rong's words, Zi Hui felt as if someone had a soft hole in her mouth. Her body suddenly became soft. She lay on the table without moving, and her butt fell on the edge of the table and seemed to die.
Shang Rong didn't care about it, and with his hard penis, he found the right place and inserted it in. Because his vagina was dry, the pain from his penis made him unable to help but let out a breath of air conditioner.
Shang Rong no longer needs to hold the woman's back with one hand. He held his ex-wife's round and fat buttocks with both hands and thrust back and forth. There was a red mark on the buttocks that he had hit him, which looked particularly eye-catching against the snow-white skin around him.
Shang Rong felt a faint pain in his mind. He really wanted to hold the woman in his arms and cherish her.
But he knew that this woman no longer belonged to him, and that man. When that man wanted to fuck her, she would take off all her clothes and show him the lewd side that was deeply hidden to him.
At this moment, Shang Rong's jealousy quickly threw the newly-created pity and felt the fear of his penis getting faster and faster.
After a period of incising, he felt that the woman's vagina was moisture and was no longer as difficult to get in and out as before.
snort!
I still think you are Sanzhen Jiulie, but I will be fucked out of water so soon.
Zi Hui was pointed to the fatal point by Shang Rong. It turned out that the man guessed that he had an affair based on his feelings, but until the divorce, neither of them had mentioned this matter, and even deliberately avoided this topic that was awkward for both parties. Unexpectedly, the man told him about it at this time.
Zi Hui's heart was instantly as if she had knocked over the five flavor bottles, and she was stunned for a moment. She didn't even feel the man inserted into her body. She just felt that her heart was flooded by the tide of grievance and regret.
Forget it, forget it, let it go, who made me humble...
Although the woman no longer cried, her tears could not be stopped and shed on the table under the crazy impact of the man.
At this moment, Shang Rong suddenly felt that the woman's vagina bit his penis like a small mouth. Although it was not obvious, the feeling was very familiar.
how?
She wouldn't have an orgasm.
Shang Rong seemed to be encouraged, grabbed his two plump buttocks with both hands and fucked them harder. He seemed to hear the woman's moans.
Zi Hui never moaned loudly on the bed, her voice was always a little bit, as if it were there or not, and she wanted to stay but still rest, which always aroused a man's high desire.
Just shout if you feel comfortable, don't suffocate yourself. There are no outsiders here... Do you shout when he fucks you...
Shang Rong said gloatingly while enjoying the woman's increasingly wet vagina.
Zihui supported the table with both hands, supported her upper body with difficulty, turned around and stared at the man with tears in her face, and said word by word: Listen...I...I...
Because he was pushed too hard by the man, Zi Hui couldn't speak. Her hands softened and her whole body fell on the table and cried loudly, saying intermittently while crying: You...you are not...you...you...bastard...Ah...Ah...
Shang Rong could no longer hear Zi Hui's words. He was already at the critical moment. He stared at the graceful curve of the woman's buttocks with concentration. Zi Hui's crying was in his ears as a woman's pleasure moan. He freed up a hand to whip the woman's butt and shouted: You scream... scream... you're so comfortable... don't you think I'm not powerful... You're satisfied now... scream... Ah... Look at me cum to death...
With the last few strokes of madness in fighting for life, streams of semen shot into Zi Hui's plump vagina. Zi Hui's mouth was Ah Ah, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure, but her body kept thrusting on the table for a long time.
Shangrong raised his pants and did not tie his belt, and sat on the sofa and gasped heavily.Zi Hui was lying on the table with her white butt naked, trembling as she cried.
There was no sound in the room quietly. I don’t know how long it took, Zi Hui seemed to wake up from a coma, slowly holding her panties and stockings with her hands, and her body was as soft as if she was about to fall down.
Shang Rong couldn't help feeling guilty when he looked at the woman's face, but he forced himself to go and help her.
Zihui didn't look at him either. After putting on her clothes, she left without saying a word.
It was not until the door outside closed with a bang that Shang Rong gradually calmed down from the madness just now.
Shang Rong sat on the sofa smoking one by one, and he didn't move until the night.
I almost don't know you anymore.
Thinking of what Zi Hui said, Shang Rong came to the mirror. There was a completely stranger inside. He couldn't help but look back and then he was sure that the person in the mirror was him.
I didn't expect that I would have such a lush beard and my long hair looked like the artists on TV.
Is this what you are?It has been disguised in the past and it has not been revealed until today?So even women who have been sleeping with me for seven or eight years cannot recognize me.
Shang Rong lost himself in an instant. He made various strange expressions and postures in front of the mirror. After verification, he sadly admitted that the down-and-out artist in the mirror was himself, or that he was the person in the mirror.
As for who this person was, he suddenly couldn't remember it.
Anyway, I seem to be a rapist or something.
Shangrong put on his clothes, and he urgently needed fresh air.
Standing at the door and thinking about where to go, he saw the small skylight above his head leading to the roof. He moved the small ladder next to him and climbed to the roof. The roof was pitch black, and the cool autumn breeze was blowing very happily.
The five-story building is not very high. Shang Rong looked downstairs for a few times and became a little hesitant.
Jumping from this height is not necessarily fatal. What if you break your legs and you are still alive?
I heard that people who have died once but have not died will find it difficult to make up their minds to die a second time.
Besides, it would be too cruel to do that.
Shang Rong has not thought of other methods, such as making two bottles of sleeping porridge to make a pot of porridge, which not only makes him full of supper but also ends his life, killing two birds with one stone.
But then he thought that dying in sleep lacked the experience of the process and dying was confused, which was not his favorite way.
He still thinks it's better to jump off the building, at least he can experience the feeling of flying in the air.
He originally wanted to find a high building, such as one above 100 meters, so that the time for flying in the air would be greatly extended.
But everyone is nostalgic. He just wants to die at the entrance of the corridor where he has played with since childhood.
Besides, even my ex-wife was almost unrecognizable, and those old ladies with dizzy eyes couldn't recognize me for a moment.
The truth is that a person who resembles an artist jumped off a building and died.
The artist jumped off the building was just the last creation of his artistic career. Who would pay attention to it?
Even if people finally understand the truth, his heroic spirit was far away at that time, and he still had the flood?
Shang Rong felt a deep disappointment.Who would have thought that those builders cut corners to build five floors so low that they could not satisfy their desire to soar in the air.
The extremely disappointed Shang Rong felt his legs become weak and he simply lay on the cold roof.Finally unable to die.
Shang Rong, who was 32 years old in three days, sat in front of the computer, staring at the stock market with his eyes dull, looking at the green and beating data, just like looking at the eyes of countless pairs of evil wolves in the dark night.
1.2 million.
There are 60,000 left.
Everything seemed like a dream.
Everything is so illusory.
Only the curtains blown by the wind and the cold raindrops that occasionally hit him on his face made him feel that he was still conscious.
Everything is finished.I am a pauper again.At that moment, Shang Rong's heart was like the autumn rain outside the window.
That night, his wife Lin Zihui handed him a divorce report.
I hope to see you signed your name tomorrow morning.After saying that, he twisted his round butt into the bedroom, and then locked the door with a bang.
Fuck your mom, bitch!
Shang Rong cursed fiercely in his heart.He really wanted to kill someone at that moment.
In fact, Shang Rong had a long time ago aware that this day would come sooner or later.
As early as three months ago, he realized Zi Hui's disloyalty to him based on his sixth sense, but there was no evidence.
Besides, it is better not to find that kind of evidence.
Some men always want to know what kind of man their wives sleep with, follow them secretly, investigate and investigate secretly, as if they never give up until they see their wives and other men in bed with their own eyes.
Shang Rong believed that it was just an act of sprinkling salt on his wounds and was not worth imitating.
What's the point of what kind of man is?
Maybe it’s a certain Master Qian, maybe it’s the boss of his wife’s unit, maybe it’s a young handsome guy, or just a beggar on the street, or in short, it’s a man. When you accidentally, when you don’t do your best with your wife, you enter your territory and cultivate the land that belongs to you without authorization.
Shang Rong's mind saw the scene of his wife's fair and delicate body undulating and twisting under a man with blurred face. He seemed to hear his wife's delicate and rapid moans, as if he felt the tightening of her vagina and the heat when she was orgasm.
Zi Hui is shy. She will only give up her reserve when she is orgasm, and she whispers intermittently and exhales some words that are usually hard to speak out from her slightly opened mouth. These lustful words that make the man excited after hearing the passionate words were taught to her in bed for several years. It can be said that she developed this woman herself, turning her from a young and shy girl into a sexy and charming beauty.
But now this beauty no longer belongs to him, and the invisible side that originally belonged only to him has been tasted by other men.
But who can blame all this?
Everything is about stocks.
Shang Rong himself didn't understand why he was obsessed with stocks. He thought that it was the stock that made him waste his business, but now it was the stock that he found a man for his wife.
For two years, Shang Rong felt that his surname was not Shang but Bei's surname. He was so sad that everything was clear.
Otherwise, why does the market keep doing free fall as soon as I enter the stock market? Why is it like a magic clutch controlling him, always letting him buy at the highest point and sell at the lowest point? Why does he grab a new round of decline every time he grabs the rebound?
The luck is not only reflected in the stocks, but also in his body.
Since entering the market, my thing has been much worse than before.
Every time he flips off Zi Hui with panting, Zi Hui will say disdainfully: Your thing is almost the same as your stock.
Shang Rong always said nothing in shame, waiting anxiously for the miracle to appear. He knew that if the stock market still could not emerge, his weakness would never have hope of a strong rise.
But the reality is that the stock market is still unremittingly creating new lows every day, and it is weakening day by day.
It was during those weak days that Zihui put a cuckold on him.
Shangrong was carrying an old suitcase containing several of his own clothes.
He looked up at the door number as the door closed mercilessly behind him.
Room 401.
It was once my own home.
I don’t know which man’s home will be in the future.
Maybe tomorrow a strange man will move in, sleeping on the big bed he has slept on, fucking the woman he has fucked, and that woman repeats the dirty words he has said to the new man.
A heart-wrenching pain, Shang Rong covered his heart with one hand, spitted at the door, and turned around and left.
This is an old-fashioned building from the 1980s, a simple room that people of that era are proud of and despised by people today.
Thank you parents for leaving this puppy kennel so that you can avoid wind and rain and have a place to live when you are homeless.
When Shang Rong walked up to the entrance of the corridor with a broken suitcase, he saw five or six old neighbors with gray hair, that is, his parents' old friends who lived in the world, bulging up their dark old eyes as if they were looking at aliens.
These are all old people who have experienced vicissitudes and are proficient in the warmth and coldness of the world. They can see all the tragic stories that happened to Shang Rong from his gray depressed face and the broken suitcase in his hand.
What an arrogant person he was!Don’t you have to go back to this dilapidated house and lick your wounds?Young people, ginger is the hottest thing, and if you don’t listen to the old people’s words, you will suffer losses in front of you!
Shang Rong slipped into the corridor like a broken dog, leaving behind a buzzing sound.
After the divorce, Shang Rong held a simple ceremony in the broken house left to him by his parents. Of course, he was the only one who participated. He poured himself a teacup of soju, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, raised his cup and said: Cheers, you bastard!
Then he began his seclusion.
Shang Rong seemed to be intentionally trying to punish himself. He lowered his living standards to the minimum limit of maintaining survival, only ate instant noodles and drank tap water every day. The only luxury goods were cigarettes and soju.
Computers are no longer tools for analyzing stocks, but rather toys that adults will never get tired of. In fact, he has never looked at the stock market again.
For a while, he became obsessed with the strategy game and felt like a commander of the three armies, commanding every battle set by the game.
Later, I began to browse adult forums, and I missed all kinds of beautiful women in various countries until I saw pornographic videos and thought of the taste of instant noodles.
He never goes out during the day, but only slips out of the corridor like an abandoned dog at night or early morning, and wanders aimlessly on the side of the dark road. Sometimes when he looks at the brightly lit windows, he will think of the home in the past, the woman, and the woman is doing the work that woman is doing at the moment, and he will feel confused in his heart, as if he feels that countless pairs of eyes are staring at him in the dark corner, and then he returns home like running away, continuing the dark life.
Days without a wife, days without a woman, days without a woman, days alone pass by day.
When computer games were already chewing wax and there was nothing new in the porn forum, Shangrong indulged in endless sleep and had all kinds of strange dreams. Once he dreamed of his dead mother, but she still looked the same way, but she didn't change at all. She stood by his bed and said to him with tears in her eyes: If you really can't stand it, come early.
This was the best dream he had. The other dreams made him sweat profusely every time, and he felt a splitting headache after waking up.
Finally, the endless sleep came with insomnia all night. He often stared at a black spot on the wall for seven or eight hours, falling into nothingness.
On that day, Shang Rong was lying on the bed daydreaming, as if he heard a knock on the door. At first he didn't care. He thought the knock on the door was an integral part of the dream, but later that anxious slap finally brought him back to reality.
Someone outside wants to come in.
He lay on the bed imagining the person knocking outside, hoping to make him daydream too.
The knocker seemed to know his intention, and in a more persistent way, it was like knocking on his heart.
Shang Rong finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up from the bed cursingly and opened the door in anger.
A woman, a pretty woman, can't remember which woman he has anything to do with, you knocked on the wrong door.
The woman sneered and pushed Shangrong away and walked into the house. It was as familiar as if she had arrived at her own home.
She frowned and looked at everything in the room: four or five instant noodles on the table; cigarette butts piled in the ashtray next to the computer were like a hill, and dozens of wine bottles were placed high and low along the wall, as if they were being reviewed by the owner.
The room was filled with an ammonian smell.
Shang Rong, don’t pretend to be mentally retarded, it’s already very similar if you don’t pretend.
What a familiar voice, what a sharp insight, who else is there in this world except her?
Shang Rong slapped himself in the mouth.I am so blind that I can't even recognize my wife.
Zihui ignored his jokes, took out a piece of paper and a carbon pen from her bag and threw it onto the table.You can check it out and sign it.
It turned out to be an IOU.
Lin Zihui looked at Shang Rong and said: At the beginning, I borrowed 150,000 yuan for you to trade stocks for you. I have already paid back the money. Now you owe me. I know you don’t have money to pay it back, so it’s not too much to make a note first.
Shang Rong thought that this was true, so he picked up the carbon pen and wrote down his name on the paper.
Anyway, dead pigs are not afraid of scalding in boiling water, and they are not afraid of itchy if there are too many lice. Not to mention 150,000, he doesn’t care even if it is 1.5 million.
Zi Hui didn't seem to expect Shang Rong to sign so happily. She picked up the IOU and looked suspiciously for a while, stood up and looked Shang Rong up and down.
I almost couldn't recognize you.Be good at doing it yourself.After saying that, he twisted his butt and walked towards the door.
This woman's butt seems to be bigger than before.
Although she was wrapped in a short skirt, Shang Rong could still draw its complete shape in his mind.
The round, the snow-white, the greasy feel, the charming gap between the two petals.
A string in Shang Rong's heart was touched, and the long-lost desire instantly ignited his body. He had only one thought, holding her butt and fucking her hard.
You wait...
Shang Rong felt that it was not his voice, just like the howling of a hungry wolf.
Zihui was startled, stopped and looked back.
Just as she saw her ex-husband's hungry eyes staring at her butt, she instantly understood the man's inner desire, her heart trembled, and her face burned.
What he wants to do, he doesn't want to...
Is there anything else?
As soon as Zi Hui finished speaking, Shang Rong had already come to her face, gasping for breath, grabbed the shoulders of his ex-wife with both hands and pressed her face down on the table signed just now, then pressed the woman's spine with one hand and lifted her skirt with the other.
Zihui couldn't believe that her ex-husband would do this. She had been married to him for ten years and had never seen such a posture. Her husband, who has always been gentle and gentle in bed, was always extremely gentle and never rude to her.
At this moment, Zi Hui seemed to be confused. He was clearly going to rape himself. We have divorced. This is rape...
When Zihui figured it out, she felt her butt chill, and her stockings and underwear were pulled to the bend of her legs.
You bastard...what are you...what are you doing...
While saying that, he kicked her back with one foot, but the man spread her legs very wide, and he couldn't use any strength, let alone kick people.
What to do?Do you still need to ask... Of course I fuck you... Why... Not the first time... I asked me to fuck you again... I miss you so much...
Shang Rong was talking nonsense, and while kneading the seductive fat buttocks, he inserted his palm into Zi Hui's buttocks after a few times, and inserted a finger into the woman's dry vagina.
Zi Hui felt a stinging pain in her vagina and twisted her butt to avoid the man's invasion, but her twisted buttocks turned into catering to the man's fingers in her vagina. After only a few twists, she felt her fingers enter deeper.
You let me go... You are... Rape... You... Bastard... Let me go...
When Shang Rong heard Zi Hui scold him as a bastard, he remembered that when Zi Hui was fucked under her body, she seduced her to say dirty words. At first, the woman always insisted not to say anything, but when the man's hard cock was surging, the tide would cover her face and cry and curse.
You...bastard... I'll let it go...bastard...it's going to die...ruthless bastard...you fuck your wife to death...ÁÁ...bastard...
Thinking of his ex-wife's cute look on the bed, Shangrong felt that he was so impulsive that his penis was so swollen and painful in his crotch.
He untied his belt and pulled down his underwear. His thick and long cock directly pressed against the woman's soft buttocks.
Zi Hui immediately felt what her ex-husband was pressing against her butt.
I felt confused again.
Why is it so hard!
Isn't he not able to do it?
His thing hasn't really been strong in the past six months. Why...
As if suddenly realizing the danger, Zi Hui struggled all over, and her butt unconsciously dodged left and right, preventing the ugly thing from pointing to the vital points.
The woman's desperate resistance caused great inconvenience to Shang Rong. It felt a little difficult to hold the woman's upper body with one hand, and the other hand could not fix the white wriggling buttocks.
At this moment, Shang Rong seemed to understand a little in his heart, and clearly realized what he was doing. Moreover, Zi Hui was struggling with a crying voice, but the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. At this moment, the situation of a woman twisting under another man appeared in his mind, and the desire and fire burst out uncontrollably.
He slapped Zi Hui's snow-white buttocks with a hard palm and said gritting his teeth: You bitch, who are you for whom?... It's a pity that you have been fucked countless times... It's not considered losing your chastity if I fuck you again...
After hearing Shang Rong's words, Zi Hui felt as if someone had a soft hole in her mouth. Her body suddenly became soft. She lay on the table without moving, and her butt fell on the edge of the table and seemed to die.
Shang Rong didn't care about it, and with his hard penis, he found the right place and inserted it in. Because his vagina was dry, the pain from his penis made him unable to help but let out a breath of air conditioner.
Shang Rong no longer needs to hold the woman's back with one hand. He held his ex-wife's round and fat buttocks with both hands and thrust back and forth. There was a red mark on the buttocks that he had hit him, which looked particularly eye-catching against the snow-white skin around him.
Shang Rong felt a faint pain in his mind. He really wanted to hold the woman in his arms and cherish her.
But he knew that this woman no longer belonged to him, and that man. When that man wanted to fuck her, she would take off all her clothes and show him the lewd side that was deeply hidden to him.
At this moment, Shang Rong's jealousy quickly threw the newly-created pity and felt the fear of his penis getting faster and faster.
After a period of incising, he felt that the woman's vagina was moisture and was no longer as difficult to get in and out as before.
snort!
I still think you are Sanzhen Jiulie, but I will be fucked out of water so soon.
Zi Hui was pointed to the fatal point by Shang Rong. It turned out that the man guessed that he had an affair based on his feelings, but until the divorce, neither of them had mentioned this matter, and even deliberately avoided this topic that was awkward for both parties. Unexpectedly, the man told him about it at this time.
Zi Hui's heart was instantly as if she had knocked over the five flavor bottles, and she was stunned for a moment. She didn't even feel the man inserted into her body. She just felt that her heart was flooded by the tide of grievance and regret.
Forget it, forget it, let it go, who made me humble...
Although the woman no longer cried, her tears could not be stopped and shed on the table under the crazy impact of the man.
At this moment, Shang Rong suddenly felt that the woman's vagina bit his penis like a small mouth. Although it was not obvious, the feeling was very familiar.
how?
She wouldn't have an orgasm.
Shang Rong seemed to be encouraged, grabbed his two plump buttocks with both hands and fucked them harder. He seemed to hear the woman's moans.
Zi Hui never moaned loudly on the bed, her voice was always a little bit, as if it were there or not, and she wanted to stay but still rest, which always aroused a man's high desire.
Just shout if you feel comfortable, don't suffocate yourself. There are no outsiders here... Do you shout when he fucks you...
Shang Rong said gloatingly while enjoying the woman's increasingly wet vagina.
Zihui supported the table with both hands, supported her upper body with difficulty, turned around and stared at the man with tears in her face, and said word by word: Listen...I...I...
Because he was pushed too hard by the man, Zi Hui couldn't speak. Her hands softened and her whole body fell on the table and cried loudly, saying intermittently while crying: You...you are not...you...you...bastard...Ah...Ah...
Shang Rong could no longer hear Zi Hui's words. He was already at the critical moment. He stared at the graceful curve of the woman's buttocks with concentration. Zi Hui's crying was in his ears as a woman's pleasure moan. He freed up a hand to whip the woman's butt and shouted: You scream... scream... you're so comfortable... don't you think I'm not powerful... You're satisfied now... scream... Ah... Look at me cum to death...
With the last few strokes of madness in fighting for life, streams of semen shot into Zi Hui's plump vagina. Zi Hui's mouth was Ah Ah, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure, but her body kept thrusting on the table for a long time.
Shangrong raised his pants and did not tie his belt, and sat on the sofa and gasped heavily.Zi Hui was lying on the table with her white butt naked, trembling as she cried.
There was no sound in the room quietly. I don’t know how long it took, Zi Hui seemed to wake up from a coma, slowly holding her panties and stockings with her hands, and her body was as soft as if she was about to fall down.
Shang Rong couldn't help feeling guilty when he looked at the woman's face, but he forced himself to go and help her.
Zihui didn't look at him either. After putting on her clothes, she left without saying a word.
It was not until the door outside closed with a bang that Shang Rong gradually calmed down from the madness just now.
Shang Rong sat on the sofa smoking one by one, and he didn't move until the night.
I almost don't know you anymore.
Thinking of what Zi Hui said, Shang Rong came to the mirror. There was a completely stranger inside. He couldn't help but look back and then he was sure that the person in the mirror was him.
I didn't expect that I would have such a lush beard and my long hair looked like the artists on TV.
Is this what you are?It has been disguised in the past and it has not been revealed until today?So even women who have been sleeping with me for seven or eight years cannot recognize me.
Shang Rong lost himself in an instant. He made various strange expressions and postures in front of the mirror. After verification, he sadly admitted that the down-and-out artist in the mirror was himself, or that he was the person in the mirror.
As for who this person was, he suddenly couldn't remember it.
Anyway, I seem to be a rapist or something.
Shangrong put on his clothes, and he urgently needed fresh air.
Standing at the door and thinking about where to go, he saw the small skylight above his head leading to the roof. He moved the small ladder next to him and climbed to the roof. The roof was pitch black, and the cool autumn breeze was blowing very happily.
The five-story building is not very high. Shang Rong looked downstairs for a few times and became a little hesitant.
Jumping from this height is not necessarily fatal. What if you break your legs and you are still alive?
I heard that people who have died once but have not died will find it difficult to make up their minds to die a second time.
Besides, it would be too cruel to do that.
Shang Rong has not thought of other methods, such as making two bottles of sleeping porridge to make a pot of porridge, which not only makes him full of supper but also ends his life, killing two birds with one stone.
But then he thought that dying in sleep lacked the experience of the process and dying was confused, which was not his favorite way.
He still thinks it's better to jump off the building, at least he can experience the feeling of flying in the air.
He originally wanted to find a high building, such as one above 100 meters, so that the time for flying in the air would be greatly extended.
But everyone is nostalgic. He just wants to die at the entrance of the corridor where he has played with since childhood.
Besides, even my ex-wife was almost unrecognizable, and those old ladies with dizzy eyes couldn't recognize me for a moment.
The truth is that a person who resembles an artist jumped off a building and died.
The artist jumped off the building was just the last creation of his artistic career. Who would pay attention to it?
Even if people finally understand the truth, his heroic spirit was far away at that time, and he still had the flood?
Shang Rong felt a deep disappointment.Who would have thought that those builders cut corners to build five floors so low that they could not satisfy their desire to soar in the air.
The extremely disappointed Shang Rong felt his legs become weak and he simply lay on the cold roof.Finally unable to die.
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