Once, when he was drunk, he called out the name of his mistress while doing the most intimate thing between men and women with his wife.
Huang Wenxuan's wife is a highly educated socialite. She is full of pride, but she is treated so badly by Huang Wenxuan. How can she swallow this?
She tried every possible means to find the mistress. When she saw her young face, her cuddly demeanor, and her ability to know everything, she knew that she could not win her husband's heart back.
But... why should she give the man she made, the father of her child, to another woman?
If I can't get it, you can't get it either.
From that day on, she and Xiao Saner became friends, going grocery shopping together every day. Whether Xiao Saner wanted to make soup or a certain dish for her boyfriend, she would carefully select ingredients that would clash with each other, then go home and have the chef prepare it. She would then ask her husband to come home, thinking he had eaten at Xiao Saner's place.
In order to prevent his wife from noticing that he had already eaten, Huang Wenxuan would eat a little even if he was full. And every time he finished eating, she would lean against him and say with a smile: "Husband, come back early tomorrow. The children and I will wait for you to eat every day from now on."
Huang Wenxuan had not yet made up his mind to divorce, so he naturally agreed.
He decided to go home for dinner, but when Xiao Saner started to act like a spoiled child, he couldn't resist. He'd been eating at two tables almost constantly, and over time, the seemingly insignificant but potentially deadly food incompatibilities had already broken him down.
Plus, his heart isn't very good...
Huang Wenxuan's death from a heart attack was both accidental and inevitable.
*over*
After hearing this, netizens in both live broadcast rooms were shocked.
[You still bring this? ]
[I once watched a movie that had this scene...]
[Sure enough, art comes from life]
I want to hear what the police officer says.
[+1]
While netizens were discussing this heatedly, the police broke into the house and, after a forensic examination, concluded that the death was indeed caused by a heart attack, an accident, and definitely not man-made.
*Follow-up*
After the death of "Xuanxuan Online Anti-Counterfeiting," his wife came forward to criticize him, saying that his so-called anti-counterfeiting efforts were nothing more than using a competitor's money to maliciously smear a brand, which was completely unfair. She also specifically emphasized that on the day he challenged Wanqiang to a competition and announced his intention to expose her counterfeiting, his account received over 20 million yuan, transferred from an overseas account.
All of a sudden, all the fans of 'Xuanxuan Online Anti-Counterfeiting' stopped following him, and some turned against him and attacked him.
Actually, it’s normal.
A fake-fighting anchor doesn't fight fakes, but plays tricks.
A Phoenix man husband is unfaithful to his marriage and has a mistress outside. Everyone has the right to punish him.
For a time, netizens laughed at "Xuanxuan's online anti-counterfeiting" and said that he was the first person on the Internet to be whipped after his death.
This also happened to echo Wan Qiang's advice to him to stop broadcasting and save some dignity for himself...
As for his wife, although she was taken away for questioning by the relevant departments, the case was dropped due to insufficient evidence.
The little boy, who knew that he was a third child, lost all face and was mocked and abused by netizens. In the end, he could no longer stay in this city and had to drop out of school and leave the city!
*Continuation·End*
After the PK was terminated, Wan Qiang gained more than 100,000 fans.
Her live broadcast room was filled with barrages of comments.
[Sister Wanqiang, did you see that he was dying and all the bad things that happened to him when you just connected to the PK line with him?]
"I've heard from my grandmother that face reading is very accurate in fortune-telling, but it requires a strong level of cultivation. Wanqiang, you're so young, when did you start learning this?"
[Oh my god, I really want to become Wan Qiang's apprentice. She's so awesome and a true fortune teller.]
[Today's happiness is given by Fairy Sister Wanqiang]
[I also want to practice Taoism, hahahaha…]
[Ten thousand people write in blood asking: Fairy Wanqiang, will you accept a disciple?]
Wan Qiang: “…”
I remember when we first started live streaming, everyone was shouting "God charlatan, God charlatan", but now...
"Ahem~" She coughed a few times, "It's not impossible to accept a disciple, but my requirements are very high."
【I’m not afraid of high requirements, I’m afraid of having no requirements】
【I believe in myself, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes】
【I also……】
"I also believe in fate." Wan Qiang added, "I'm not afraid that you won't meet my requirements, I'm just afraid that you won't be destined to be with me."
[Whether we are destined to be together or not, we can only know after meeting each other]
[I strongly recommend that Sister Wanqiang hold a disciple recruitment conference]
[hahahah, this is possible. Sister, can you consider it? ]
Wan Qiang looked at the scrolling barrage of comments and a light bulb went off in her head.
The entrance fee for the disciple recruitment conference is not too high, just RMB 999. If many people come, it will be a considerable income.
Wonderful.
It’s really wonderful!
"I'll think about it carefully. Come on, let's start today's connection~"
Xianglanlian's first netizen was an old man nicknamed 'Dou Ding'.
Literally, he is a real old man, at least eighty years old, with gray hair and wearing reading glasses.
Fortunately, he is in good health and looks very energetic.
As soon as they connected, Douding eagerly told Wan Qiang, "Master Wan, my son is addicted to mahjong. He hasn't eaten, drunk, or slept in three days. He's barely alive, but he won't leave the mahjong table no matter what."
"Come, I'll take you to see it now."
The scene changed to a mahjong room, where Douding's son was sitting on a chair, playing cards like a madman.
He was surrounded by a deadly aura, his forehead was as black as a coal ball, and his eye sockets were completely sunken.
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