I called my wife and heard her breathing quickly on the phone and making a "hmm" sound every now and then. I asked her what was wrong?

She said that the company's elevator was broken and she was running up the stairs to get materials for clients.

I hung up the phone doubtfully.

In fact, I shouldn't have doubted my wife, but since my business failed, my whole mentality has changed.

I have become less confident, more decadent, and more suspicious.

I always feel like everything around me will leave me and abandon me, including my wife of course.

My wife is very good-looking. She is twenty-eight years old this year, two years younger than me. A woman of this age has the beauty and sunshine of a young girl, as well as the intelligence and tenderness of a mature woman.

I know very well that women of this age are the targets of many men in the workplace, especially wealthy men with families.

Because these rich men know that what these women want is not love or passion. They have gone through the baptism of the workplace and the destruction of marriage, and have seen clearly the cruel reality of society, and know that the essence of life is money.

As long as a man is rich enough and occasionally asks for help, he can coax them into bed.

I have been a boss and have seen many things like this.

Sometimes I lament that money can really make up for many shortcomings of a man, such as height and appearance.

In the past, I didn't doubt my wife because I was rich and confident as a boss. During the best years, I had tens of millions of savings at home, drove a Mercedes-Benz S500, and had time to spend with my wife. But now that I have failed to start a business, I am like a useless person whose martial arts skills have been abolished.

I have nothing, and a lot of debt. I go out early every day to deliver food, and I have no time to spend time with my wife, nor do I have time to talk to her.

I know very well that in families like mine that have failed to start a business, the relationship between husband and wife is actually very dangerous.

I failed to start my business, I have a loan, and the burden of earning money to support the family also falls on my wife. Even though my wife doesn’t say anything, I know that she will be very tired, empty, and in need of companionship and comfort.

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I also want to be by my wife's side so that she can be a full-time housewife without working. However, for a person who has failed to start a business, he needs to repay the loan and earn money desperately. He has no time to spend with his wife and does not have the ability to let her do her job with peace of mind.

Full-time wife.

Without money, many things will become unavoidable and out of control.

I love my wife very much, and I'm really afraid that other men will take advantage of her.

After hanging up the phone with my wife, I took a few more takeout orders and rode an electric bike through this busy, noisy and noisy city.

In fact, when I was a boss, I was driving my own Mercedes-Benz S500. When I saw delivery people wearing yellow or blue clothes running rampant on the road, I felt that they were crazy. They were not afraid of death just to deliver a meal.

, the speed of the vehicle is sometimes faster than the speed of the car.

At that time, I still couldn’t understand, is money more important than life? But after I really thought that I had no money, and thought about the loans, living expenses, and parents’ health, I realized that money is really more important than life.

important.

Everyone is afraid of getting into a car accident or death, but just to deliver a few more orders during the lunch rush hour and earn an extra dozen dollars is a helpless move.

Who doesn’t want to sit in a coffee shop and watch a movie, or drive to a scenic spot to post it all over the circle of friends, but life is there, and the pressure is there.

As a man, there are many things that we have nowhere to escape from and nowhere to hide from.

We can only fight on our shoulders and fight with all our strength!

It was very hot at noon, and the ground seemed to be on fire.

Passing by an intersection, I happened to hit a red light and stopped on the side of the road.

Looking at the cars around me, I really miss the days of sitting in the car and blowing on the air conditioner.

The red light is a bit long, so I habitually look around. This is also a problem left over from when I was a boss. I like to observe the surrounding shops to see which shop has more people, which shop has less people, and which shop has fewer people.

Closed for rent.

When I was looking around, a man and a woman caught my attention at the entrance of an express hotel.

The man had one arm around the woman's waist, and the woman was wearing a big hat so she couldn't see her face clearly.

The reason why it caught my attention is that the skirt on the woman was exactly the same as the skirt my wife wore when she went out today, and she was about the same height.

Could it be my wife?

I looked carefully at the two people across the street. They were moving intimately. The man's hand around the woman's waist soon moved below the woman's waist.

I wanted to see the woman's face clearly and find out whether she was my wife, but the huge brim of the hat covered her face, so I couldn't see her face clearly.

I had an ominous premonition for no reason, so I quickly turned the front of the electric car around, crossed the road, and reached the other side.

But I was still a step late.

When I arrived at the hotel door, the man and woman had already gotten into a black BMW and drove away.

I sat on the electric car, with my feet on the ground, looking at the door of the Express Hotel with a complicated heart.
Chapter completed!