Chapter 589 Aba Aba
"Oh..." The woman nodded blankly, then realized what she was trying to ask: What was I originally going to ask?
"Why is this lady drinking here? Is she unhappy? Is she upset? Has something bothering her?"
They even said they were forced to work overtime like me?
Bechfinger asked curiously, while muttering a curse to himself.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have really been hit where it hurt. She stopped swaying her wine glass, and her expression visibly fell.
She sighed, "Yes, who would want to drown their sorrows in alcohol if they didn't have something on their mind?"
Behringer glanced at her, then leaned closer and asked cautiously, "It's not because of something at home, is it?"
The woman was lost in her own thoughts and completely oblivious to Behringer's gossipy expression; he was practically ready to pull out a bag of sunflower seeds and a Coke from his pocket.
“I originally thought that marrying him would bring me a good life, but... he gambles all the time and doesn't care about anything at home. He leaves all the housework and childcare to me, and now I even have to do the work. I really don't know what I can do next…”
She became increasingly distraught and distressed as she spoke, and upon closer inspection, one could even see that her once beautiful face had become somewhat haggard.
Behrfinger took a sip of his drink and looked at her with a strange sense of pity. "My God, how could he do this? It's so irresponsible!"
“That’s right, this kind of man is so irresponsible…” a voice suddenly came from the side.
Behringer turned his head and glanced over. He noticed that the bartender had also been leaning against the side, mixing drinks while listening with a sorrowful expression.
Bechfenger: ?
“My friends are all advising me to divorce that guy, but what will happen to the children if we divorce?” The woman took a big gulp of her drink.
Behringer also took a sip, his face full of sympathy, but he was complaining, "What can you do if you don't separate? The child won't get a father's love anyway."
The bartender next to him nodded in agreement, "That's right, I think it's better to get a divorce as soon as possible."
The woman sighed, and halfway through her sigh, she realized that what they said actually made a lot of sense.
“It’s better for the children to fight for custody than to live with a gambler. They can earn their own money, which is better than having it stolen and gambled away by the gambler. And most importantly, they won’t see it and won’t be bothered.” The bartender continued to ramble on.
The more the woman listened, the more she felt he was right.
Bechfenger nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, that's right, that's exactly it."
Then, somehow, the art style went astray.
Woman: "I even think I can get a divorce and then find someone reliable."
Bechfenger: "You're right."
Bartender: "Yeah, it's hard to find a four-legged man, but you can always find a two-legged one!"
The woman winked at Behringer and asked, "So, handsome young man, what do you think of me?"
Behfinger: "Aba aba." (He couldn't understand.)
Bartender: "Hey, in my opinion, that one over there is pretty good."
The other two turned around and saw an incredibly handsome man standing behind them.
Amuro Tooru, who inexplicably ended up in some unknown organization: "..."
The woman silently gave the bartender a thumbs-up.
Behrfinger, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing.
The author feels that his mental state is excellent.
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