Ex-husband's Wrong Love: Shrewish Wife Wants Divorce

In the late summer of that year, after graduating from junior high school, I bid farewell to the campus and came to H city. Under the introduction of my uncle, I came to this hotel as a waiter and mingled with all kinds of guests every day. Now, I don't regret my original choice. If not, I will miss her, miss this love that makes me crazy, and miss the woman that makes me love and pity all my life.

It was a lonely afternoon and it was time to get off work. I was on duty and two people came. One was a young woman in her thirties, who looked smart and beautiful. The other one is a man in his forties. He is greasy. They look a little ambiguous.

Then, the woman called me in from time to time, asking questions, one sister at a time, and then called me a little boy at a time. Because everything here is so strange, coupled with my timidity, I had to let her toss.

Today, she came to dinner with several women. Except her, all the other women were heavily made up and even their eyes were blue. I'm generally disgusted with women who dress up very flirtatiously.