Chapter 5 — Little Super Tiger Cat Cures Depression

My heavy mood also became peaceful in the cold, warm embrace. Right now. A hoarse voice like a West Coast-style broken gong, extremely out of place, rang out. "Damn! Does Mr. Biao still have a womanly side like that? Can he still poop with his voice like this?" The bald parrot didn't know when it was standing on the bedside table. It bowed its bruised bird head, constantly evaluating Dot Diem. "Motherfucker! Round face and beard, what a good baby, son of a bitch!" Point Point's claws have emerged. It was filled with killing intent but couldn't bear to leave my embrace. The bald parrot continued to chatter. "Bro! Is this the person you want to fix? Serious water leak, strange noises, slow movements. If it's broken like this, how else can you fix a chicken feather?" “I'll find someone in better condition for you, change people to use to relieve fatigue.” Dot Dom finally couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up and hit it with more than two hundred punches. But still couldn't close the headless parrot's mouth. “It's urgent, look, it's urgent again!” "Give up, your engine is broken. Even after fixing it, it's full of hidden diseases. This cat doesn't know the kindness of a good bird. I said you can't fix it, you can't fix it, even if you beat me to death you can't fix it.” The Black King hid in my arms, feeling itchy as if being scratched. “Who's out there, so brave! I used a killing move, even after being beaten like that, I still wasn't afraid." He really couldn't help but be curious. Stealthily poked its little head out. Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss out: The cockatoo, which was still arrogant, jumped up as soon as he saw the Black King. Trembling so much that I couldn't even stand. “Damn! Is… is this also a broken person's pet?” Point Point's fist didn't stop. “It's not worth it. This is a gentle thing that knows how to correct people, and is also a toy that I found for people." The Black King smiled flatteringly. "The Emperor is right, the slave is the comfort toy for the Queen Mother." The bald parrot was startled when he heard that. I quickly calculated in my heart. Parrot > cat > human. Snake > parrot, human > snake, cat > snake. So cats > humans > snakes > parrots. “Mom, why did Stupid Tiger hit me so hard!” The parrot immediately changed its expression. Even more flattering than the Black King. “Hey bro! You, big brother! Just kidding, why doesn't this cat know how to joke? If it can be fixed, why can't it be fixed? My family has another parrot with a dirty mouth. Every day it happily stands on the window sill. Even the wind blowing through was scolded twice by it. "Look! My old friend! Your wind power is as weak as an old woman's chewing muscles!" "Hey! You stupid ground squirrel! You're as bad as Aunt Mary Sue's blueberry pie next door!" Except in front of the Black King, it was a little quieter. This parrot is not afraid of anyone. Under the influence of Bald King and Black King, they talked nonsense every day for 24 hours. I haven't had any water leak in a few days. The whole person also seemed to have a little more strength. Everything is developing in a good direction. But that morning. My ex-boyfriend who I lost contact with for half a year called again. “Van Van, I miss you so much, I'll come find you now!” 8 My heart immediately sank to the bottom of the abyss. Co Thanh has brought me too much hurt. That year, when I was exploited by my family, I was so pressured that I could barely breathe. It was he who appeared before me. Made up a tragic life similar to mine, telling me that in the future we would overcome wind and rain together. I will absolutely not let me suffer alone anymore. From childhood to adulthood, I have never received love and care. There is also no complete and healthy emotional system. I foolishly believed him like that. After being together, he ate from me, spent my money, committed adultery, domestic violence, and bad habits. Also mentally brainwashing, PUA me for a long time. Every time I run out of money during the time when my lover is absent, he comes to find me. Get the money then go. I'm like a toy that he can throw away at will. Now he's back. I don't know how much more pain it will bring me. I put the phone next to the pillow. Tears kept falling. I hate him, I hate my parents, but I hate myself even more. Why, knowing clearly what kind of person he is, I still don't make up my mind to completely abandon him. Why am I still so miserable after being exploited by my family of origin? I still cannot bear to cut off my parents. I hate myself for being so weak, and for wanting someone else so much. "Hello! Van Van, why didn't you say anything? I bought your favorite little cake, come find me now." I want to tell him to go away. But I can't say it. Just when I was so sad that I couldn't control myself. Truc Tu flapped his wings and jumped to the pillow. When he opens his mouth, his voice is hoarse like a West Coast smoker. “Son of a bitch! You're looking for your mother! Suck my big black bird!” Hearing Truc Tu curse so dirty.