Chapter 16 Sixteen, love can cure all diseases, and it can also cure all diseases

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world, any sowing will be rewarded, the difference is only the time. Wen Jiajia only understands this truth, but whenever she is in the game, she always has a feeling that the mountain is not the mountain, which makes her have the illusion that her sowing is fruitless. For example, when Wen Jiajia swiped her credit card in despair, she thought she swiped it for nothing because Lao Zhong didn't call back.But she never thought that maybe Lao Zhong just didn't have time to call back right now.But it's useless to think about it.Because she would only tell herself that Lao Zhong didn't have time to call back right now, it was only because there was a woman beside him who deserved his attention.

She, Wen Jiajia, will always be number two. When the number one rests, she will not be number one, because Lao Zhong's number one is himself. When the above-mentioned negativity appeared, Wen Jiajia was mostly in her menstrual period, and it was the hormonal disorder that caused her to lose control of her emotions. Now, her period will be ten months away from her, and what follows is not a stable mood, but more unpredictable fluctuations. The only thing that can heal this is love, and the man on the other side of it. The outside of the bar is like another world, the silent street seems to have no end, and the little lights can only set off the endless coldness and coldness.

The stamina of the whiskey finally swept Wen Jiajia's limbs as expected. She leaned against the wall outside the bar step by step. Frank helped her put on her coat and held her bag tightly to support her. Wen Jiajia's stomach churned, and the convulsions were uncontrollable, and she leaned on the wall and vomited boldly. However, her cell phone, which had been on strike all the time, chose to resume operation at this time. The ringtone was in a hurry. With Frank's support, Wen Jiajia staggered against the wall, pointing at The word "husband". "Look, this is a man. If I didn't spend it, his liver hurts and he wouldn't call me!"

Wen Jiajia threw the phone to Frank and ignored it. Frank frowned and hesitated for a while, finally waiting for her to answer the phone. On the other end of the phone came the voice of the world's number one romantic old bell: "Honey? You've got a big shopping today!" Wen Jiajia's card-swiping offensive finally worked, but the effect of the medicine came too slowly. Frank's tone was calm: "Hello, Miss Wen Jiajia is inconvenient to answer the phone, I will ask her to call you back later." Old Zhong hesitated for a moment, a little caught off guard: "Oh, okay, hey, who are you?"

Just as Frank was about to speak, Wen Jiajia had already grabbed the phone and pressed the hook button. The effect of the medicine came too slowly, and she expressed her displeasure. But soon the phone rang again, and Wen Jiajia pressed the off button this time. Frank was puzzled: "What are you doing?" He was especially puzzled why a woman yearned for the stars and the moon for a man, but at a critical moment she cut her own way out. Wen Jiajia said coldly: "I haven't had a call for two days, and the first thing I said was that I was concerned about spending money! Hmph, if I didn't spend money, I guess there would be no calls..."

After finishing speaking, Wen Jiajia vomited again. Frank looked at her, and finally stretched out his hand to pat her on the back, trying to make her feel better. When Wen Jiajia vomited enough, she avoided Frank's support, leaned on the wall and looked at the portraits painted on it, and said drunkenly, "Hehe, you still called me!" After that, Wen Jiajia lost all memory. She fell asleep in the car and forgot how she returned to the confinement center, and how she fell asleep on the bed. That night, for the first time, Wen Jiajia didn't have any dreams, neither dreamed that she was helped to the seat of the main room, nor dreamed that she beat Lao Zhong violently.

Alcohol made her sleep well for the first time in days. When she woke up in a daze, she looked down and found that she was still wearing the trousers from last night, which were all crumpled and stuck to her body. It's outrageous, and the makeup on his face is also a mess. It was bright outside, and the sun shone into the room. There was the sound of other people having breakfast outside the door, which sounded a bit noisy.Wen Jiajia stroked her forehead, still a little dazed, and took out the cell phone next to her pillow, only to find that it was turned off. She muttered strangely: "Why is it turned off?"

When I turned it on, it showed that there were more than a dozen missed calls. Before Wen Jiajia had time to be surprised, the phone rang, and it was Lao Zhong's call. Wen Jiajia was still in a state of amnesia, and answered, "Hello?" Old Zhong said in a bad tone: "Where are you?" Wen Jiajia took it for granted, "On the bed." Old Zhong was angry: "Who is he?" Wen Jiajia was puzzled: "What him?" Old Zhong yelled: "He who is in bed with you!" Wen Jiajia said, "Of course it's your son. Who do you think!" Old Zhong paused, and his anger dissipated: "Son?"

Wen Jiajia was very calm: "Well, I've had a B-ultrasound, boy." Old Zhong was overjoyed: "Really a son?" Wen Jiajia said, "Yes." She couldn't imagine how old Zhong would behave if it was found out that he was not his son. After the surprise, Lao Zhong recalled: "Who were you with last night?" Wen Jiajia thought hard for a long time before suddenly realizing: "No one...oh, the nurse." Lao Zhong's tone was like that of a wronged little daughter-in-law: "You think I'm stupid, the nurse still goes to work in the middle of the night? And you look like a wanted criminal?"

Wen Jiajia said: "Believe it or not, it's up to you...Hey, how do you know he looks like a wanted criminal? Ha, you read my Weibo!" At this moment, Wen Jiajia felt a sense of accomplishment, just when she thought that Lao Zhong was indifferent to her private life. Old Zhong was a little embarrassed, cleared his throat and said, "Don't go out and run around, and take care of your baby! I'll see you as soon as possible." Wen Jiajia's eyes lit up: "Really? When?" Old Zhong said: "Christmas. It won't be long, you wait for me!" Before hanging up the phone, I still didn't forget to ask one last thing, "Oh, by the way, it's okay to spend money, but don't worry about it!"

Wen Jiajia jumped out of bed happily, and the emptiness healed without any medicine. A woman's fickleness often depends on a woman's mood, as if riding a roller coaster, it rises and falls, which is unexpected.Even a woman herself can't predict how she will feel next, let alone a man? Wen Jiajia's emptiness makes her kindness more dramatic, and the only medicine that can cure it is love.And "love" seems to have stayed by her side and never left, but when Wen Jiajia needs it, it will lose its trace the moment she turns around, and it seems that it has never visited. This kind of feeling is particularly worrying about gains and losses, which makes Wen Jiajia look like a psychopath, but she can't control herself, nor can she control the man, let alone the one who comes and goes freely. Wen Jiajia has already forgotten that just a few days ago when she first arrived in Seattle, she accidentally missed it and fell into another trough. But the loss and recovery now made her forget the loneliness of the last moment in an instant, and all she thought about was that the pleasure would last until Christmas, and there would be another orgasm. As for after Christmas, whoever it is! At this moment, Wen Jiajia had already healed her scar and forgot about the pain, and was happily laughing with her hands on her hips, completely rampant. But she has forgotten the truth that "extreme joy begets sorrow".That's what never changes.