Trafford’s Trading Club

It was almost early in the morning when the black SUV slowly drove away from the parking space in front of the park. ?

Dazhe yawned again... Of course the Dark Soul Messenger would not feel sleepy physically, but he still felt this way mentally.

"Are you going to follow now?" Dazhe asked No. 18 curiously.

No. 18 finally said: "I admit that I made some mistakes. I didn't carefully examine this sponsor when I chose him. I just felt that he was pretty good. But now it seems that he at least has something he desires."

Dazhe came up and said energetically: "What would he want?"

No. 18 said calmly: "A man doesn't come home at night. He would rather stay outside and work alone, but also deceives his wife and doesn't go home. What do you think the reason is?"

Dazhe frowned and said, "You mean... he and his wife don't have a good relationship?"

No. 18 sneered: "It's normal for men to be greedy for the new and dislike the old. Even if you don't need to explore the past dreams, you can roughly tell it."

"What are the dreams of the past?"

"This is my ability and has nothing to do with you." No. 18 said calmly.

Then you still say it...

Dazhe shook his head, then rubbed his chin and said: "However, even if you don't want to go home, it doesn't necessarily mean you are greedy for the new and tired of the old. Sometimes men really don't want to go home and just want to be alone. Okay?"

"Huh." No. 18 said disdainfully: "You mean, you know the sponsor better than me?"

Dazhe shook his head: "Of course I don't understand you as well...but I understand men, especially married men. For example, it's normal to simply want a personal space. Besides, If he has changed his mind, why is he still working here? Wouldn’t it be great to go to a bar or nightclub to have a good time? "

"If it is true love, there will be no deception at all. If you cheat, the relationship will no longer be pure. Men are never good!"

Sister, have you experienced any stimulation...

"Okay, let's not discuss this issue, okay?" Dazhe waved his hand and said: "Anyway, you don't understand that as a man, sometimes you just don't want to go home. I don't know how to talk to you either. Tell me, you won’t understand anyway.”

"Are you laughing at me?" No. 18 said coldly.

"No, no, it's just that men know men better," Dazhe said quickly, "Speaking of which, should we follow him or not... We've run so far."

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…

Zhu Maolin will make his movements the lightest and lightest... usually at this time, when he returns home.

But a pair of slippers had been placed at the door, and the entrance light was on at this time. I probably never thought of turning it off since it was turned on.

Zhu Maolin put on his shoes silently, glanced at the food covered with gauze in the living room, then walked into the bathroom and took a bath.

Then he returned to the room, still walking as relaxed as possible, even lying on the bed as if he was careful.

The phone set the time, but it did not disturb his wife. Because he knew that she always left for work early in the morning.

So his day was over at 5:17 in the morning.

…

Her day starts at seven in the morning.

When I get up, I see my husband next to me, then I wash up and prepare breakfast, because I know that no matter how late my husband comes back, he will always go to work on time during the day, rain or shine, and he is never late when he is not on vacation.

Then she would go to work.

At 7:40, she was ready to go out, and then wrote a note on the table remembering to have breakfast. Of course, all the food she had saved last night had been thrown away.

…

At eight-thirty, the cell phone rang. Zhu Maolin opened his bloodshot eyes and hurriedly dressed and washed up. The clothes he was going to wear today were already on the hanger, and even the tie was already matched. .

Then he frowned, casually changed one from the closet, picked up his briefcase, and hurried out the door.

The door to the house had just been closed, and Zhu Maolin had just walked out, but suddenly he opened it and walked back, picked up a piece of baked bread from the dining table, and then went out again.

It was now eight forty-five.

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At 8:50, she opened the door of her ceramics classroom and began to wait for the students who came to class. She was a craftsperson, and this classroom was where she and her husband met.

The first student came, an older lady with a well-to-do family, but she was actually just here to spend some time.

"Teacher Yuhan, it's early today. Do you want to do anything? Let me help you?"

"No need, why don't you prepare yourself first?" She...her name is Hou Chen Yuhan.

Hou and Chen.

Following her father's surname, she also followed her mother's surname. It seemed that because her father could not earn enough money from her mother, her mother's surname came first.

"Teacher Yuhan, why haven't you seen Sister Li and Sister Zhang today?"

"Today...well, Mrs. Li said she would go out to eat with her husband today, but she won't come. As for Mrs. Zhang, she really wanted to accompany her son to see the piano teacher today, but she won't come either." Hou Chen Yuhan thought for a while. Complied.

"Oh, that's it. I wanted to ask Sister Li to have dinner with me at noon. What a pity... Teacher Yuhan, how about we go out to have dinner together at noon? You won't be home at noon anyway."

"Okay." She agreed without much thought.

She was also afraid of being alone... eating alone, lunch, or dinner.

At noon, two women with an age difference of more than ten years spent some time in a nearby restaurant, hooking up but not hooking up.

What I'm talking about is that the parents are short-sighted, and it's really a waste of time.

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One forty-three p.m.

"Manager, the lunch box is here, let's eat first!"

A colleague named Xiao Wang came back with the whole group’s lunch boxes in both hands, and everyone rushed forward.

Zhu Maolin held the lunch box and continued to think about some small details. He quickly swallowed a mouthful of rice, remembered something, and asked directly: "Tboy, are you sure the model can be here at three in the afternoon?"

"Well, she promised me that she would definitely come." Tboy said quickly; "Newcomers, they value this opportunity very much and shouldn't dare to be late."

"That's fine. If there's no problem with the real person, we can drive him out tonight." Zhu Maolin nodded and ate something more.

But he didn't know what he was eating. Eating was just an action.

This is the pineapple he didn't like to eat before.

…

At 7:30 in the evening, Hou Chen Yuhan went home with takeout, ate, watched TV, took a shower, and then read a book. Finally, he felt sleepy and fell asleep.

It's twelve fifteen at night, this is her day.

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Today's reshooting did not go well. The real person did not have the ideal of taking photos, so he was rejected by Zhu Maolin. In the end, he had no choice but to give it another day.

At three-thirty in the morning, a little early, he gently went to bed again.

His day was over.

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