Мой первый муж после переселения душ

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Chou Qian took my pulse, and the transvestite stared at him with a tense expression.

Ugly Qian stopped, and the transvestite asked first, "How is he?"

I looked at Chou Qian with a wronged expression, then at the silly but kind-hearted transvestite. They're so lucky; they can do whatever they want, however they want. Look at me, pitifully stuck in bed, unable to even get up. "Waaah—waaah!—Little Qian Qian, I'm so pitiful."

I put my face in his hands and cried.

The transvestite hurriedly asked, "What happened to Sikong?"

Chou Qian remained expressionless, ignoring the transvestite who was clamoring.

I cried even harder: "I miss home... I used to be able to do whatever I wanted!"

"I'm the most unlucky! Waaah--! The most pitiful--! The most wronged--! The one who needs comfort the most--! Waaah--!"

The transvestite looked worried: "Ziyi, be strong!"

I pushed him away and hugged Chouqian's arm, crying.

To my surprise, Chou Qian frowned, glanced at me, and said bluntly, "Let go after you've cried enough. I have official business to attend to."

Damn it! I'd rather die heartbroken than ask you to come to my funeral!

I wiped my tears hard with my sleeve, turned over and lay down without making a sound!

Chou Qian stood up and said to the transvestite, "You stay here with him, I have something to do."

"Is Ziyi alright?"

idiot.

"It's okay, crying so loudly means you're alright."

"Go to hell!"

Chou Qian didn't even glance at me, and walked out with an air of nonchalance.

A transvestite stood by my bedside and touched my forehead, but I turned my face away and refused to let him touch it.

"Ziyi," I covered my ears with my hands, "I can't hear you."

"I have some fun stuff here."

"I'm not playing!" She was angry.

"How about I hire an opera troupe to perform for you?"

"I won't watch." I only listen to pop songs.

The transvestite smiled and said, "I'll take you out to play."

"No." Wait, let's go out and play! I quickly turned around to face him and asked for confirmation, "Are you serious?" I haven't been out for several days. Ever since you guys took care of me, they've practically been raising me like a panda.

The transvestite smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Just like last time, I'll carry you on my back."

"Yay!" I'm going to have some fun! "I want to go to the street and eat some snacks."

I reached out my hand, and the ladyboy carefully carried me on his back: "Come back before dinner."

"No, okay, I'll listen to you. Let's go out first and talk about it later."

I want to eat mini steamed buns, seafood fish, and ugly monster (a type of fried dough).

The ladyboy let me into the car, and sitting down felt like lying on a cloud (sweat, I don't know what it feels like to be on a cloud).

I patted the cotton-like stuffing beneath me: "What is this?"

The transvestite glanced at it and said frankly, "I don't know. I kept it because it felt comfortable to sit in."

"I want one too." I don't even have any, and you're already enjoying it? That's really not fair.

“I put a set in your room, but you wouldn’t let me put it in front of you.”

I glared at him unhappily: "How am I supposed to know where to put it if you don't tell me what it is!"

"Fine, you're right." The transvestite poured himself a cup of tea and drank it by himself.

I casually flipped through the magazine on his "passenger bus carrying goods" truck.

The opening is still an ugly doggerel, which I copied out out of boredom. What's so interesting about something written by a narcissist?

The next article will be a simple discussion of national affairs and politics, revolving around the theme of "no regrets in going to war," and will be delivered in a rather bland, official tone.

Next came some amusing anecdotes about daily life, which I read twice without laughing.

The last version was a story collection, which I copied, and I don't read it.

I closed the magazine, glancing listlessly at the front and then the back. This is what I produced?! So-so quality! And it's even a bestseller? These people are all crazy. When I recover, I'm definitely going to revamp it and add some entertainment news.

Let's start with that ugly guy and write him a marriage advertisement, hehe. Or we could publish a book called "What You Need to Know to Marry into a Rich Family," it'd definitely be a bestseller, haha!

The transvestite looked at me with a puzzled expression: "What are you laughing at? Your laughter is so strange."

I glared at him, annoyed: "You're disturbing my thoughts on important national affairs."

"If you can think about national affairs, the sun will never rise."

If you dare to look down on me, I'll throw this magazine at you: "I, a dignified six-foot man, think about the rise and fall of the nation, worry about the suffering of the people, look at the blue sky, and tread upon this vast land."