When I love you, I'll do whatever you say; when I don't love you anymore, you can just get the hell out of here!
This is probably Ma Hehua's view on love.
Under Li Fagu's gloomy gaze, Sister Wang and Xiao Jiu were very scared. Sister Wang kept reassuring herself that President Li wouldn't do anything to them, that he was a gentle and considerate person.
"Uncle Fu, you can tell those two to get lost. Next time, they shouldn't talk so much. It would be best if they were mute."
Li Fagu's gentleness and consideration are only reserved for the three women in his family. As for the others, they can go to hell!
Sister Wang; "……………………"
"Fine, I'll leave. Who wants to work in your house?" Xiao Jiu walked away with her head held high, completely oblivious to the sinister glint in Li Fagui's eyes.
"Lotus, don't be angry. Your husband feels sorry for you when you're angry. You're so good, what do they know? You're so beautiful that I can't bear to leave you for even a moment. Every night I wish I could die on top of you." Li Fagui said in a cheesy way.
Uncle Fu; "………………"
Sister Wang; "………………"
This cabbage really managed to make itself sound worthless.
"Hmm! I know. You were determined to marry no one but me back then. If I hadn't been so fond of you, you wouldn't have even been able to touch the hem of my clothes. You probably wouldn't be anyone else now." Ma Hehua's temper was unpredictable, and she seemed to be lost in her memories again.
Uncle Fu; "……………………"
He remembered that his young master was a famous handsome man in Beijing, and the line of people who wanted to marry him stretched as far as the Great Wall.
After seeing this, all the servants felt that they should not offend this lady in the house. Not only was she hot-tempered, but she was also unreasonable, and her feet smelled particularly bad.
Sister Wang received a larger salary, while Xiao Jiu only received a little over 2,500 yuan. After being fired, poor people like them couldn't enter the Bingjiang Villa, so they were immediately driven away by the community security guards.
Sister Wang's dream ended before it even began.
In the afternoon, Ma Linghua was going to take her eldest granddaughter to meet up with her friends, so she didn't bring Ma Hehua along. But Ma Hehua has her own circle of friends, so she can go out on her own without Ma Hehua!
"No matter how hard I try, I can't fly out of this colorful world; I was just a drunken butterfly..."
"Sweetie, your smile is so sweet..."
"On the banyan tree by the pond..."
Bingjiang Park is a colorful, frozen wonderland, a place where rivers and lakes seem to flow everywhere.
There are couple dances, solo dances, square dancing, spinning tops, kicking shuttlecocks, playing chess, children's roller skating competitions, and countless food stalls along the roadside.
This lively scene is something you don't see in the countryside. Ma Lihua watched intently, her body seemingly no longer panting.
“This…flower…this, Linghua…”
Two old women were waving their hands on a bench in an aisle; the thinner one was Mao Xiaofeng, and the fatter one was Zhang Dahong.
Ma Linghua had sharp eyes. She pulled her granddaughter over and her beautiful face was stared at by many men.
"Oh! Linghua, this is your beautiful daughter! Is she your granddaughter?" Mao Xiaofeng said sincerely.
"He's really handsome! Much better looking than my two good-for-nothing sons," Zhang Dahong exclaimed.
“That’s right. Don’t you know whose child this is? Yours is a money-loser, but mine is a gold nugget.” Ma Linghua made no attempt to hide her affection for Ma Lihua.
"Let's go! The dance is about to begin."
So Ma Lihua watched as three noobs learned square dancing, the only one who danced well was probably that big red-clad grandma.
"Hey girl, I can't hold it in anymore. Come with me to the toilet, okay?" the lead dancer whispered to Ma Hehua.
"Alright! Let's go."
Ma Hehua also wanted to go.
They then went to the public restroom and saw dozens of people queuing up. The woman pulled Ma Hehua and whispered, "Hehua! I can't hold it in any longer, let's go to the pond or reservoir."
"Okay! I'll do as you say."
So the two moved to another location, and there was another person leading the dance, so it didn't matter if she was missing.
The night was exceptionally dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. There used to be lights here, but after the murder, few people came, and they stopped repairing the broken lights.
As she walked along a tree-lined path, the woman felt a chill run through her body, so cold that she almost got goosebumps.
"That's strange! People used to come here to use the restroom, but there aren't many people here today!" the woman murmured.
Ma Hehua was extremely familiar with the yin energy; this place was haunted.
The two arrived at a toilet, and upon entering, a stench of feces filled their nostrils, making them feel nauseous.
Ma Hehua frowned. The smell was not only strong, but also strong, and quite strong, that of a corpse.
The toilet had three squat toilets with doors. The lead dancer couldn't hold it in any longer, so she took off her pants and went in, but she didn't close the door.
Ma Hehua also chose one, the one on the right, whose branches were almost growing into the toilet.
"Pfft... Pfft..."
The woman felt comfortable, and so did Ma Hehua; the two of them then relieved themselves.
“Lotus, it’s so cold here. When I came here before, a lot of people used to drive here, but now I don’t see anyone driving here anymore.” She shivered again.
"Hey! They're all dead, of course they can't come!" Ma Hehua said calmly.
"Oh! So they're all dead... What? They're all dead? What... What do you mean?" The woman was a little scared. Although the bathroom light wasn't broken, it was flickering, which was quite frightening.
"What do you mean? It means they all died because they came to the toilet. Didn't you smell it?" Ma Hehua retorted.
"Smell...smell what?"
"The stench of a corpse!"
"Huh? Corpse...corpse stench."
The woman became agitated. A black hand slowly emerged from under the toilet, its nails jet black and incredibly sharp. The nails grazed the woman's buttocks.
"Ah...who? Who touched my butt?" The woman's anus tightened, and then she pulled up her pants and shouted.
"Sister Lingzi, Sister Lingzi, Sister Lingzi..." A series of eerie and terrifying voices rang out, tugging at people's nerves in this not-too-big-to-small toilet.
"Who? Who? Who is it?"
Ma Hehua was speechless. She was enjoying her defecation, and being disturbed made her extremely uncomfortable.
"What are you yelling for? Are you calling for sex? If you're so lonely, go find a man. Why are you calling over a grown woman? That's really immoral," Ma Hehua said angrily.
"bump!"
Before she could even pull up her pants, Sister Lingzi kicked the door open in terror, staring at her with a pale face.
Fear gripped her, and with her lips cracked, she said, "Lotus, quick, let's go! This place is haunted."
She grabbed Ma Hehua's hand and tugged, but it didn't budge. She tugged again, and still nothing. For a moment, her face turned pale.
Ma Hehua grabbed her hand and, before she could react, forced her head into the latrine with tremendous force, smearing her face with the still-warm excrement.
She was utterly devastated, and her dark fingernails suddenly emerged from between her fingers.
"Stop pretending! Why aren't you pretending anymore? Do you think my poop tastes good? Don't you know it's impolite to disturb others when you're taking a dump?" Ma Hehua's expression was fierce.
The female ghost; "……………………"
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