Seven days ago, it was an unremarkable night. It was a full moon day, and the pale moonlight fell on the concrete floor, reflecting an equally pale road.
This villa area is located in the suburbs, away from the center of the city, it is difficult to see the bustling scene of feasting and feasting, and there are few lights, and it is even so quiet that only the chirping of cicadas can be heard.
This is a good place to have an affair, and a good place to kill, isn't it
I came here with my husband. I read the chat history of my husband and bamboo horse, they plan to spend a "good" evening here tonight, as they thought, I overdosed my husband's dish today, and then I found He took away his medicine bottle under the pretext, it seemed that he was too eager to meet the bamboo horse. He didn't doubt me.
When he was driving away, I also drove up. He seemed to find the car I was driving halfway, and he deliberately took a detour to drive away from me. But it didn't help, because I already knew where he was going.
In fact, I have been to this villa area many times. This is the place where my husband and I spent our honeymoon. I still remember that I came here when I just talked to him about the certificate. The next morning, I saw the faint sunlight shining into the fog. situation.
But this place turned out to be one of their cheating dens.
I parked the car on the side of the road and observed it by moonlight. My husband parked the car and walked into the villa with his hands in his pockets. The lights on the first floor of the villa came on. Immediately afterwards, another sports car painted in bright red stopped at the entrance of the villa, and the bamboo horse got out of the car. Just as I calculated and speculated, this time he was carrying a bag of fruit in his hand.
I estimate my chances of success this time around 81.1%.
I saw their figures staying on the first floor for a while, as if they were discussing something, and then my husband seemed to come up sexually. They turned off the lights on the first floor and went to the second floor.
After the lights on the second floor came on for a while, I jumped out of the car with my things and took out the key I had provided to open the door and go in. The room was dark so I took a flashlight and I purposely looked down at the table and saw that my husband had already eaten the fruit.
I probably succeeded. I thought.
Then I turned off the flashlight and walked to the second floor. I try to make as little noise as possible, but it doesn't seem to matter because the sound of their bodies banging during sex/love completely drowns out the sound of me walking.
I found the room where they had sex/love and watched them silently at the door.