The preparation of the film was very fast. When I finished my non-existent visa meeting, B said that he had found someone to finish the matter. His tone sounded like he was asking for credit.
I thank him very sincerely and earnestly.
When I lugged my suitcase home, my husband waited outside the door, smoking a cigarette, and he took my things and brought them up. I squinted and looked at his back. He did everything like a model husband. Who would have thought that he was still rolling on my bed with his bamboo horse a few days ago, comforting his bamboo horse and saying that as long as I die , they can be together forever.
I laughed.
It doesn't matter, when you hang the southeast branch, you will be together forever.
I have checked the medicine and bought it. It is a kind of medicine related to myocardial infarction c. The color is similar to the treatment medicine my husband is taking recently because of excessive stress. He will not notice if it is mixed.
Although c is used to treat myocardial infarction pharmacologically, its research is not perfect. According to my trivial chemical understanding, its ingredients can be fused with vitamins in certain fruits.
I think this is my first attempt at drugging. In order to study whether this will be fatal, I bought ten mice for experiments during the week I gave myself a holiday. At the same time, I fed them overdose of drug c and when After harvesting the fruits, seven mice died suddenly due to overexcitement within three days.
Ah, I figured this was some kind of perfect amuse-bouche, and some kind of weapon that would make my husband die peacefully in his bamboo horse bed.
I recently asked myself to sleep in another room with the excuse that I was sick because I didn't want to sleep in a bed with their bodily fluids on it.
Then, after the news of the movie got out, as I expected, the bamboo horse and my husband had a fight.