Married You On Condition

Piggy has been anxious since she came back from Dr. Tina. Tina said that Mo Shuo is most likely to have errors in his mind at this time, and is likely to vent himself or go into grief.

"Mo Shuo, when are you going to continue to install s?" Metier stood by the door, looking gloomily at Mo Shuo, who was falling on his bed.

Metier lit a cigarette, squinted, and his face was covered with stubble. He had been looking for him all day, but he had no idea that he was hiding in his house.

"It's good for you to shrink in the turtle shell. Have you ever thought about piggy, my friend? Piggy has never been a psychologist. It's no big deal. You can use hypnosis to eliminate the memory that affects your psychology. You can try it." Metier throws the cigarette and the lighter at Mo Shuo.

"No, I'm a man. I'll stand up on my own." Mo Shuo leaned against the bed, spitting out a circle of smoke.

"If you know that you are a man, don't let your woman be sad, just go home." Metier said slightly.

He can understand Mo Shuo's mood, but he doesn't support Mo Shuo's way of doing it. Men are human beings and need people's attention as well as women. Maybe this is the difference of human nature cultivated by the cultural differences between the East and the West.

Oriental men like to think of themselves as big men. They think that men are omnipotent. Men can't be weak. In fact, both men and women are the same. People have feelings. We shouldn't suppress them.

"I know. Give me another two days. I will go home in two days. Please tell piggy not to worry. I will go home in two days." Mo Shuo said solemnly.

"Well, you can keep pretending here. If you don't go back in a week, I'll call the funeral center directly." He put a pack of cigarettes and cash on the bed. Then he looked at it like Mo Shuo from the African refugee camp and didn't speak any more.

After matiel left, Mo Shuo still did not move, although he felt hungry, but he did not want to eat. Mo Shuo seemed to be addicted to smoking, one by one, until all the cigarettes left by metier were finished, Mo Shuo lay down for a long time with his eyes closed, and then he slowly got up from the bed.