When I first met Hao, I felt sorry for this girl and tried to comfort her.
But if you keep saying you want to die, that you're unhappy with everything, that your parents treat you badly, and that you hate them.
She even posted various chat logs, saying she was sick and that everyone should give way to her.
Even when someone posts a travel photo, she has to make sarcastic remarks. Who would like someone like that?
She spends all day posting messages saying her parents have wronged her, cursing them in various ways, and posting screenshots of money transfers, saying that whatever amount of money they give her is their due.
Please, everyone's not stupid.
Whether you're faking madness or pretending to be stupid, everyone can tell. Depression and dissociative identity disorder are not like that.
So naturally no one replied.
Feeling increasingly frustrated by the lack of recognition, Jiao Ziyu became even more agitated.
Just then, someone called and invited her out, so she left immediately.
The person who called was her best friend; they share everything with each other.
At this moment, Mo Yan is at school, getting a meal card for Jiao Ziang so that he can eat at school from now on.
Jiao Ziang only felt a sense of reality when he received the meal card.
He really got a meal card, so he doesn't have to run around like crazy anymore.
"I'm going to learn baking. You can go home by yourself tonight."
Mo Yan said goodbye to Jiao Ziang and then left.
Jiao Ziang was still in a daze for a long time. Finally, he pinched himself and felt the pain before he believed that it was all real.
He really won't have to eat those weird and strange dishes anymore, that's wonderful.
Jiao Ziang also saw the post on WeChat Moments. He was somewhat dissatisfied with her post for smearing his mother and left a comment.
Jiao Ziang: [You took the wrong key, who's to blame?]
Mo Yan went to a baking school, learned to make small cakes, and brought back a bunch of books.
In the afternoon, I bought all sorts of baking tools and put them all in the kitchen.
I made a cake and a mango mille-feuille tonight.
When Jiao Ziang returned, he was stunned when he saw Qianceng.
"Mom, did you make this?"
It looks really delicious.
Sweets, especially cold sweets, are not just something girls like.
Jiao Ziang walked right over, picked up a spoon, and started eating.
He ate the food and gave his mother a thumbs up. The taste was amazing, so sweet.
"Mom, this is so delicious!"
Jiao Ziang is actually a foodie, otherwise he wouldn't earn money by doing other people's homework just to eat.
"Yes, this is what I learned today."
Jiao Ziang felt it was wonderful to be able to eat such delicious mille-feuille after returning home.
"Mom, you don't need to care about Jiao Ziyu's posts on WeChat Moments. She just took the wrong key."
Mo Yan: "???"
Mo Yan was a little confused. "What are you talking about? She's so annoying. She keeps posting negative things, which really affects my mood, so I just blocked her."
Jiao Zi'ang: "!!!"
Is that so?
If he had known, he wouldn't have brought it up.
"Don't you think? Browsing WeChat Moments is about wanting a change of mood. If all you see is negative energy, do you think you'll be happy?"
No, at first I felt sorry for Jiao Ziyu, but in the end I just felt annoyed.
"So isn't it normal for me to block her? Let's get up early tomorrow and go to the hospital."
After finishing her sentence, Mo Yan went to pack up her baking supplies.
Jiao Ziang: "..." To the hospital...
Jiao Ziyu went out to eat and shop with her friends, bought a lot of things, and then went home.
Of course, she was the one who paid.
She's willing to spend any amount of money for her friends.
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