MTL - The Slag Gong wants to Kill me-Chapter 2

I picked it up and dumped it pretending to be careless. I saw that my husband's face became gloomy for a moment, but he soon covered it.

We all watched this movie very unpleasantly. Although he was smiling on the surface, I think he hated me for dumping that glass of Coke.

I think I'm going to start investigating.

I won't let him kill me.

I told him that I had a signing meeting held in a foreign place, and I had to leave in the afternoon, and it might take about a week to return. He said "um", then picked up chopsticks and chopped vegetables without saying anything else, but I knew he was very happy. From the corners of his lips that he inadvertently picked up, and from the eyebrows he slightly raised, a taste of joy was revealed.

He was looking forward to me leaving, and I thought that he must be waiting for this time, waiting for someone.

When I packed my luggage, I put a camera in the bedroom closet, using a pinhole camera I bought a long time ago.

In the afternoon, he gave me a hug and kissed me goodbye on my forehead.

I dragged away my heavy suitcase. The door closed behind me, making a bang.

I went to the hotel to open a room, put my luggage there, took my handbag and walked to the rich area of ​​my house. Residents thought that the security of the community was in place, but I have observed carefully when writing at home all year round. The southern lawn of the community is connected to the construction site outside.

I bypassed the security guard and stepped on it.

No one noticed me.

At eight ten in the evening, a man walked into my villa. I turned on the monitor in my laptop and enlarged his face. This life has a charming look, a boy and a girl, and it looks like a dazzling girl.

He and my husband hugged, kissed, and rolled onto the bed at the door of the bedroom. They were obviously so excited that they even shook the floor.

I suddenly felt sick.

I remember my husband and I have never had such intense **** / loves like this, our **** / things are usually bland and simple, just like our lives.

Now this kind of gas-filled life is sent into a little spark.

I feel sick when I think of them kissing and rolling on the bed where I slept.

I felt so hungry that there was a feeling of vomiting in my throat, which made me want to dig out my throat, made me want to scream hysterically, and rushed in to question my husband now.

But I need peace now, I know.

I zoomed in on the face on the screen. I think I might know who he is. He is my husband's playmate. They grew up together. My husband didn't introduce me to this person carefully.

What I learned was that his name came to me when I suddenly wanted to pick up my husband on the plane, and a large group of friends of my husband sent him. One of the hot eyes that stared at me came from this man.

And my husband only told him he was just a friend.

It seems that he should be my husband's childhood sweetheart.

I do n’t know much about my husband ’s social circle. On the one hand, I am a writer myself, I do n’t go out and do not need much communication, on the other hand, I have been taken by my husband to a banquet, although the people at the table are all Laughing, but I can feel the malicious intent behind their smiles, and I don't want to go over time.

I think my husband has been derailed for a long time. It can be seen from his sudden expression of eyebrows, from the drunkenness after his return in the morning, and the time when I went to the field for no reason.

I thought I could use love to cover all this before, but now I can't.

Because my husband intends to kill me.