There is no cure for love

Maureen knocked hard on my door early in the morning. I came downstairs with a mess of hair on my head. As soon as I opened the door, I felt her unstinting contempt and supercilious eyes shooting at me like a machine gun.

"Meng Zhirou, look at what you are like now. How can you still look like a school belle?" Mo Lin walked in swaggeringly, threw her bag on the sofa, turned around and put her hands on her hips, looked at me and scolded, "You act like this every day. I'm not afraid of your Shen Yi's visual fatigue when he's out there..." Molin sighed mid-sentence, gave me a blank look and didn't continue.

I scratched my unkempt hair. I have been busy learning flower arranging recently and have not had time to take care of myself. My permed hair is now like a handful of dry straw. Plus I just got up and didn’t have time to wash up. I must look ugly now. I don’t He smiled shyly and said, "Didn't you just get up? You're here before I even have time to take care of myself."

Mo Lin rolled her eyes at me, as if telling me not to make excuses, and she said disdainfully, "Where is Shen Yi?"

"I went to work in the morning."

"You are really depraved. Look at the time. What time is it! You don't even know when your husband left, do you?"

"He moved lightly, fearing to wake me up." I explained.

"Come on, you sleep like that." Maureen smiled, she was always embarrassed to say that I slept like a pig.

"You watch first, I'll go up and wash my face and brush my teeth." I left Molin in the living room and went upstairs to wash up alone.

My name is Meng Zhirou, I am 30 years old and a full-time housewife. My husband Shen Yi and I started falling in love when we were in college and got married right after graduation. Shen Yi feels sorry for me because I work hard outside and earn little money. My career was booming, so I quit my job and came back to be a full-time housewife. Shen is also an investor, involved in futures and stocks. He is very smart and has a good economic mind. Over the years, he has made a lot of money, and our lives have changed. It’s getting better and better.

The person sitting in the living room downstairs right now is my best friend named Mo Lin. We have known each other for more than ten years and are as close as sisters. We also have a little sister named Lu Yun. That girl was divorced not long ago. He was in a bad mood and didn't even contact us.

After quickly washing up, I dabbed some toner, looked at my dry grass-like hair in the mirror, and combed it casually. I felt it was still ugly, so I tied it up again.

After packing up and going downstairs, Maureen was texting on her cell phone, with a bad look on her face. I made her a cup of coffee and said considerately, "Do you have anything important to say when you come to me so early?"

Maureen took a sip of coffee, complained that it was too hot, and put it down again, wringing her fingers and saying nothing. When she is worried, she always likes to play with her fingers, wringing them here and there, as if she is thinking. I know her. She has been with her for more than ten years and I know her little habits very well.

"Say it, don't hold it in front of me." I ate a piece of bread with my coffee.

Mo Lin slowly raised her head and looked at me, her eyes full of helplessness, "Lin Heng stayed at my house last night." Her tone was very weak, like a child who had done something wrong, for fear of being scolded by an adult.

In fact, I really want to scold her. As long as she can't be scolded to death, I will scold her to death.

Just as I was about to speak, Maureen looked at me pleadingly and said, "Zhirou, don't scold me, don't scold me. I also feel like I'm a bitch. What should I do? Last night, my colleagues and I were having a party outside, and we picked her up in the middle of the party. I got a text message from him, telling me to go home and open the door. I originally wanted to go back and tell him clearly, but when I went back I found that he was drunk and unconscious, slumped in front of my door, and the ground was full of cigarette butts."