Chapter 22 Chapter 22 The Curse of the Boyfriend

Jess got out of the car and walked towards Hannah's door in a panic, before I could catch her. "Open the door for me!" Her throat was burning with a piercing fire. I heard the window opening above me, and then the door hastily opened and shut.A few minutes later, Hannah reappeared with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes, staring at Jess. "Where's my son?" Jess barged in, leaving Hannah behind. "What? Is his bedtime over?" She could not hear the slightest bit of apology, nor did she have the slightest intention of apologizing, "To tell you the truth, he has already run home. I also want to thank you for letting me be Where is Josh's art instructor! He is indeed a very good young talent."

"Yeah! Of course he is!" Jess' tone was extremely mean, and her face...uh... her face was so sharp that it could split the Dead Sea in half! I followed Jess into Hannah's fancy kitchen, and was prepared to hear the ins and outs of what had happened. What is she going to use to justify her actions?Just the guy she's dating now says it all.Sleeping with her best friend's son, doesn't that prove that she is a psychopath with two faces? Hannah followed us into the kitchen with a calm face, "Through mutual understanding of art, our concepts and thoughts are completely compatible, and the sexual intercourse is of course natural!"

"Oh, don't tell us those details!" Jess roared, her roar almost sending the Earth out of orbit. Hannah said disapprovingly: "You told me to find the boy! 'Slut is back in the rivers and lakes', didn't you say that?" She sat on the high chair and turned around, manicuring her nails leisurely, "And 'I am a goddess', 'You must feel like a queen'..." Jess was speechless when she heard what she had said, "Oh my God! Hannah, he's only seventeen years old!" Hannah smiled maliciously, "Early when you hooked up with the tennis coach, I advised you not to have sex with someone who is old enough to be your child, and what do you reply to me? Borrow your Say, you call me 'age discrimination'." Her mouth was like a pair of scissors for trimming flowers and plants, and every word she said hurt people.

Jess looked at her with a wicked look, how can I describe it?It's like seeing someone urinate on your dowry. It takes a strong physical and mental blow and you have to run naked to vent your anger. "I remember you saying that sex with a young man is like jogging seventy-five miles—but it's actually a lot faster than jogging! You're so right! Look at me! How rosy I look!" Jess couldn't bear it anymore, "He, yes, me, son, son!" Her voice was hoarse, "You will understand when you become a mother! Oh! I forgot that you are not going to give birth at all! Hannah. Oh no! Wait! Wait... maybe you can extract collagen from the umbilical cord to plump your lips, look at your rotten mouth."

This time it was Hannah who was bitten by Fang Fang. In fact, it is not difficult to understand Jie Si's anger. The answer to the question "how do you stay young" should not be "in the bed of my best friend's house". "You son of a bitch, why don't you crawl back and drink your stinky milk? Have you ever thought about how much this has hit me?" Jess said. Hannah sneered back at her, "Oh, it seems that you have also tasted the hopelessness of life, so happy!" All around us, crashing, cracking. I looked at Hannah, completely dumbfounded.Is this all about revenge?The theory is so complex and esoteric that I might have to ask Stephen Hawking to explain it.

"Where is your conscience?" I asked.At the moment, I think Hannah is the best candidate for an artificial heart donor. "Conscience! Shameless!" Jie Si yelled, "You are not a thing, you are a scheming sex maniac!" Hannah laughed wildly when she heard this, "Everyone..." "You purposely go after the weakest person to hurt. Josh just lost his home, Mom and Dad are fighting, and the big exam is coming up..." Jess paced back and forth, pointing out our sister "You act like you have nothing to do with yourself, but these things may have caused great harm to him, and even to me! What's worse, you have no remorse at all. I will never See you!" The more she spoke, the more excited she became, and her voice became more and more high-pitched, "Fuck you to death! Do you hear me clearly?"

Hannah tried to argue for herself again, but was drowned out by Jess screaming, "Here, here's your twentypence change, find someone to do what you like, if you let me know you're one step closer to my son, I will kill you!" I think murder is a bit too serious, but I wouldn't be surprised even if Hannah's hand was suddenly cut off by a juicer for no reason. If there is a handbook for how to break up with a girlfriend, the third most effective way is to say to her: "I will miss you, why? Because I look so thin when I walk with you! "And the second most effective method should be this kind of line: "I owe this money to your husband for giving me oral sex." But the ultimate coup is definitely to sleep with her son!

"Kathy," Jess turned to me, "you have to choose one of us now. Me, or her?" "Go! Go to her place! Aren't you always on her side?" Hannah said in an unhappy tone, "You've been scared stupid by her, this woman is the one who ruined your marriage!" I looked at her and then at her, my mind was struggling for the final answer. I have to orchestrate a grand reconciliation!But how?To say that my two sisters, Taozheng and Taozheng, were having a fight, would be considered a very polite description. I hesitated for a long time, and finally Jess turned away, unhurried and unhurried, like a matador who has turned his back on the bull.

"Hannah, apologize quickly! You must catch up!" Hannah just smiled wryly. Without further ado, I hurried down the street and watched Jess and her fake Prada handbag disappear into the mist. It's the cold winter again.But this coldness refers to the relationship between the three of us, which has dropped to freezing point. Is the coldness of human relationship far more tormenting than winter night?More piercing.The suspicion between each other is like the accumulation of snow in the severe winter, which surrounds us layer by layer, leaving only indifference and betrayal.The cold war and silence are deepening day by day.

I call Jess and Hannah every now and then, but it's all for nothing.I really can't believe that our twenty-five years of friendship has passed by like this bit by bit. This friendship has gone to dusk.How could the relationship built up over the past twenty years be shattered overnight? The original close friendship is like centrifugal force. We have always been so closely connected, but the powerful force suddenly disappeared without a trace, and we were thrown into the boundless universe like this. I want to write to Jess, but what should I write? "Your husband is a sick playboy, the house is mortgaged and then sold, and your best friend still takes advantage of your son, I feel really sorry for you"?

My friend is gone, but my mother is here to accompany me.Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, my mom moved in.She said she would leave my dad because he had another "she" in his life—his studio.My dad was always hiding there, messing around with screws, wires, and computers all day. "Honey, life is like a keyboard, don't forget to keep your fingers on the Esc (escape) key at all times." She kindly reminded me. I sent an e-mail to my dad - make it clear, make it clear, okay?please! All week, I've been listening to her gossip about my dad's— "He's a real timekeeper! 'Oh, this walk took ten minutes and seventeen seconds!' If guilt could be measured in time, Cassandra, that man would! Unless, of course, he never Mistake." She broke into sobs. My kids are all in bed.Jess trained his son to sit and defecate on the toilet very early, and let him sleep on the bed when he was two years old. At that time, I could only keep raising the height of the crib to prevent the child from crawling out, because I don't want them waking me up the "legendary" way of pulling my nose hairs and singing me a happy song.I believe toddlers take long naps, but I don't believe they still sleep that long when they reach puberty, it's unhealthy! Jamie hasn't been doing very well at school lately, and I have to use a fake name when I go to parent-teacher conferences.And Jenny, my 12-year-old daughter, has said "I want money" the most often to me in the past six months. She has reached the age where she will lock herself in the room once she comes home, and she may have to wait. The university will let itself out.Although her grades have remained at a certain level since the summer, I guess she may be preparing venture capital for a big business in the future (a fast food chain specializing in junk food like burgers). it's all my fault.I am not a good mother.If there is a report card from my mother, the comment written to me should be "please work hard"! Things have become more and more out of hand, it can be said to be extremely terrifying.The two of me, my mom and I, numbed the lingering heartache with alcohol—it was something me and my buddies would do, but after the second bottle, I started talking myself away from Jess and Hannah. The farther the better. "I've always had trouble with those two motorcycle girls!" My mother finally told the truth and called me over to the dining table, just like I did when I was a child. It just so happens that getting rid of friends is harder than getting rid of fat.There may be fifty ways to leave a lover in the world, but leaving your best friend from school is far more difficult. "My kid, I'm sorry! I don't want to play with you anymore." Once you walk out of the school playground, you won't have a chance to say it. "I think we should start getting to know other people." Missing the real point! "Hey, I just don't want to see you guys anymore." Still missing the point. "You'd better stay away from them! Honey," my mother concluded. "Wow ah ah ah..." I replied. "Also, it's best to stay away from that lazy pig of your husband, be careful." "Wow..." Before I fainted, I added this sentence. The orgasm is gone, the husband has run away, and my heart is empty, and now, even my friends are gone!I swear, when I sober up, I'm going to entrust my brain to medicine. It's not like me because I've never used my brain before.

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