"The Alternative Version of the Little Ear Encountering the Scam Marriage, Money, and Water Master"

My good brother was deceived into marriage.

The scammer comes from a one-year master's program at a subpar school in the UK. They have dozens of online loans with compound interest, had an impure relationship before marriage, and after marriage, their true colors are revealed, only interested in taking money.

Having an unplanned pregnancy, the child is now two months old, and I have only left him with two options: 1. Divorce by agreement with huge compensation for abortion. 2. An endless abyss of alimony.

The woman's parents, along with the woman herself, are like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water; even when pointed at and scolded at the dinner table, they can endure without retaliating or arguing back.

My good brother, who had just recovered from bipolar depression, has relapsed again.

Yesterday, I called a few friends to go to the mall together, and each person ordered two small beauties.

I accidentally noticed that there is a little beauty who looks very much like a little ear, but her face is rounder and she wears less, with a temperament that mixes purity and a hint of the worldly. She can be considered a substitute, but the sophistication of her makeup is quite lacking. The skin on her legs is a bit dry, perhaps due to excessive washing after playing the role. After carefully identifying the condition, I recommended that she use SkinCeuticals' moisturizing serum on her legs.

My good brother ordered two lively drinks; he had a smile on his lips, but it couldn't hide the sorrow on his face.

Laughing silently, accompanied by the irregular changing tones of the pentatonic scale's melodies — he shed tears in the key of Shang.

It was the first time I saw someone cry at the business meeting, and for the first time, I saw pity in Xiaomei's eyes.

Looking back at the little ear substitute, I am a decent gentleman with a wife, and I did not hug or touch her. I am not in the mood to sing; I am just listening to another smoky-voiced beauty singing nostalgic old songs that someone her age shouldn't like.

The little ear actively placed her leg on me, and I quickly pushed it away. Following that, she quietly rested her head on me.

She touched my hand and said I am whiter than her.

I asked her: Miss, what is your age?

The music was quite harsh, she might not like the term 'miss', and she doesn't understand what 'how old are you?' means. I repeated: How old are you?

She said she was 19 years old in 2006, a Taurus, and a Dog.

I roughly talked to her about the reasons for my friend's depression, and I asked her: What do you want to do with the money you earn?

I thought it was another set for building a house for the family, providing for my brother's education, and taking care of my parents' medical expenses.

She replied: I want to go to school.

I signaled to Xiao Mei with a smoky voice to go find Mommy and get the phone that is a substitute for the little ear, and I recommended the study abroad agency I know to her.

Even if she only has a junior high school education, it doesn't prevent the agent from getting her an offer for a one-year diploma from a diploma mill.

I told her that she could replicate this婚骗 scheme. Go to school, package herself well, and marry a good person who is rich and still innocent.

I said: Striving to obtain what you want is not wrong, regardless of the means; it is this society that is wrong.

She fell silent and tightened her grip on my hand.

She asked me if I wanted to go have breakfast together after singing for a while, and then rest at my place for a bit.

I refused, I just want to go back and take a good shower, get rid of the leather smell on the commercial K soft bag and the second-hand smoke smell in the air, and then sleep for a while.