1007: C1007 My Girlfriends

C1007 My Girlfriends

From then on, the weasel knew this young man with a huge head and a fierce aura.

Perhaps the weasel wanted to win him over, or perhaps it was purely because it appreciated the viciousness and loyalty of this young man. In the following days, you took care of this young man very well.

The young man was also grateful to the weasel for helping the weasel deal with a few troublesome matters by relying on his fierce aura.

After a while, the young man became the younger brother of half the weasel.

The weasel treated him quite well. Later on, it helped him open a sand mill that belonged to him, and it was the type that allowed him to be exempted from protection fees.

The young man very quickly bought a house in the urban area. He even built a very beautiful house for his parents in his hometown. He even got himself a big car. This poor kid who came out of the village to make a living finally flew to the top of a tree and became a phoenix.

At the same time, he also treated the weasel as his closest benefactor in this world, other than his parents.

His life had undergone a tremendous change, but his one-track mind personality had not changed at all.

Therefore, when he saw the weasel's WeChat Moments, he did not think much of it. He only felt that Brother Huang might want to recite poems and compose poems again.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang!"

Small Melon carried a large pile of nutrition products and rushed to the weasel's villa. After he didn't see anyone in the hall, he went straight to the backyard.

"Brother Huang, where do you feel uncomfortable? What kind of illness are you suffering from?"

Little Melon asked anxiously.

The weasel was sitting on a rattan chair that had been there for a long time. Its elbows were supporting its knees, and its palms were supporting its chin. It was as if it had been possessed.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang, are you alright!?"

Seeing the weasel in such a state, Little Melon was scared out of his wits.

"Don't make a big fuss."

The weasel said lightly, "I'm admiring the flowers."

Little Melon was stunned. Following the weasel's line of sight, he saw a basin of golden chrysanthemums at the corner of the wall.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Little Melon did not understand what was inside the flower. What he was most concerned about was the weasel's physical condition.

"Depression."

The weasel replied faintly, "Severe depression."

Small Melon had a blank expression. "Depression? What kind of illness is this? Is it cancer?"

The weasel slowly turned its head. "You're the one with cancer!"

"Then what kind of illness is this?"

"Little Melon asked.

" Depression. "

The weasel explained," When a person's mind reaches a certain level, their thinking in a certain area will fall into a state of temporary confusion. "

Small Melon opened his mouth wide, completely unable to understand what the other party was saying.

When the weasel saw Small Melon's expression, he immediately said angrily, "Usually when I tell you to read more books, you won't listen. You don't even know about depression."

"This is a disease that only cultured people and thinkers are qualified to have. In short, the mood of getting this disease will be very bad."

In front of this simple-minded tiger, if the weasel wanted to pretend to be cultured, it would be like playing the piano to a cow. In the end, it could only be expressed in a very direct way.

Small Melon scratched his head and thought for a long time, but he still had a confused expression. "I'm not in a good mood. How about I take you to a new factory tonight? I heard that there's a new batch of girls over there. Let's have a good night. "

"F * ck!"

The weasel finally couldn't help but curse, "Depression. This is an illness. It's not a bad mood. It's an illness. It's an illness. Understand?"

Small Melon had a blank expression. "It's an illness. Then, why don't I go and get you some blue root?"

The weasel:... ""

In this world, the only thing that could make the weasel speechless was probably the stubborn Little Melon.

"Aiya, I remember now!"

The little cucumber suddenly slapped its thigh. "Among my girlfriends, there's one who is especially good at making soup. The soup she makes is absolutely delicious. How about I ask her to quickly make a pot of soup for you so that you can replenish your body?"

"Wait a minute!"

The weasel was stunned. "What did you say just now?"

Small Melon repeated, "I said my girlfriend is especially good at making soup..."

"It's not that. Repeat what you said just now without missing a single word."

The weasel said with a strange expression.

Small Melon scratched his head and could only start over, "Among my girlfriends..."

"Stop it!"

The weasel's right index finger pressed against his left palm and made a pause motion," Your 'girlfriends'? "

"You mean, not only do you have girlfriends, you also have many?"

Small Melon nodded. "Yes, there are probably seven or eight people who have officially confirmed the relationship between men and women. Those who only had sex, but had not confirmed the relationship, would not be able to remember clearly. My mathematics results aren't very good. If the numbers are a little bigger, I'll have a headache. "

After the weasel heard that, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Then it stood up and circled the small potato a few times. It really couldn't figure out where it had lost.

The small potato was 1.6 meters tall. Because it grew up when it was young, it didn't have enough nutrition to keep up with it. Its body was especially small and small.

However, it had a huge head that resembled a sweet melon. Although it had a baby face, it definitely had nothing to do with the word handsome.

But why was he so open-minded when it came to women?

"Brother Huang, what are you doing?"

Small Melon was very puzzled and did not understand why the weasel looked at him with this kind of eye.

"You... those girlfriends... How much do you give them every month?"

The weasel racked his brain, but in the end, he could only think of the reason why Small Melon was raised with a wallet.

However, Small Melon shook his head and smiled, "I want to spend some money on them, but they are not willing."

"If a girl especially likes a boy, she definitely wouldn't mention the word money in front of this boy."2

"Because they especially care about what this boy thinks about them. Oh, right, among my girlfriends, there are a few who have good family conditions, and they spend quite a bit of money on me every month."

"I'm not afraid of Brother Huang making fun of me. The pair of leather shoes I'm wearing right now is Hermes, the jacket is Gucci, and even the underpants are from Armani."

"But I bought them all from my girlfriends, so I couldn't stop them. It would be a waste to put them away, so I had to wear them."

The weasel scratched its head hard, and after a while, it asked unwillingly, "These girls... What do they look like? How old are they? "

A shy expression actually appeared on Small Melon's face. "The oldest is around 30 years old, while the rest are basically around 20 years old. There's also a 16 or 17 year old."

" Anyway, they're good to me. I have photos here. Look, these are all my girlfriends. "

Small Melon took out his phone and took out a few photos of the girls and handed them to the weasel.

When the weasel saw the pictures of either pure and sweet, tall and charming, or sexy and hot beauties on the screen, it suddenly had the urge to howl and cry.

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