Title: My "gangster husband" has become an out-and-out gangster husband in my eyes because he has no fixed abode and often stays outside. According to the information found on the Internet: "Rogue" used to refer to vagrants with no fixed abodes. Later, with the progress of society, people gradually gave them the code name of rogue and unlearned vagrants. The original meaning is used here. Special explanation.
Having a husband who has no fixed abode, I don’t know whether it is happiness or misfortune? I don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or unlucky to have a husband whom I can’t put down. I don’t know whether it is happiness or misfortune to have a scoundrel husband who regards himself as a treasure. Regardless of whether he is a gangster or a gentleman, "deal with gangsters with gangster methods, and deal with gangsters with gangster methods." Keeping Mr. Lu Xun's advice in mind, I feel that whether my husband is a gangster or not does not have much to do with it, although it has something to do with my profession. In comparison, it's a bit incompatible, but as long as the two of them know each other and cherish each other, as long as he holds me in his hands and loves me forever, and allows me to live in a sea of ??happiness every day, then I will be satisfied, and I am willing Hold his hand for the rest of your life and continue to live happily.
Looking back on every moment after holding hands with him, I always feel a mixture of sadness and joy, sour and sweet. When it comes to my husband's "hooligan" behavior, it's really hard to describe. I think back to when we first met, how closely he chased me, how closely I followed him. If I hadn’t seen his ink that money couldn’t buy, if I hadn’t seen his eloquent and good writing skills, I wouldn’t have killed him. He would make himself suffer a lot and follow him all day long, for fear of accidentally knocking over the vinegar bottle.
The hooligan behavior of the "hooligan husband" is first reflected in his special attention to beautiful women. Ever since he chased me home, his nature has been hard to change. He flirts with women everywhere, falls in love with beauties, and is intoxicated with close friends. It is really an eyesore. Every time I see him rolling in a pile of rouge, I feel so angry that I wish I could cover up his eyes that light up when he sees a beautiful woman, and even more wish I could cover his eloquent mouth. But thinking about it on the other hand, wasn't I also fascinated by his gleaming lustful eyes at the beginning? If I hadn't been intoxicated by his sweet words, how could I have held hands with him across mountains and rivers? Thinking about this, I felt a lot more at ease. It is not a crime for men to be gangsters. It is only because my husband is so charming. Everyone loves him and praises him. This also shows that I have high vision and my level is not bad. . Feeling so self-comforting made me feel more at ease.
My husband’s “philandering” behavior is excusable from the side. It’s natural to love beauty. I usually admire those dazzling beauties, not to mention the word “sexual” prefixed with them. The husband has a knife. The second manifestation of my husband's "gangster" behavior is his strong possessiveness. Every time he saw me talking to a friend of the opposite sex for a few words, he would roll his eyes and sarcastically say: "Which post-80s generation did you date again?" Hearing his sour words, I snickered in my heart. She was so happy that she still had to endure it and accompany him to continue to put on a good show of an infatuated man and a resentful woman. "Old man, who told you not to look in the mirror? You just play all day long and don't take care of your own image. How different is your wife, who is often called sister. Although she is over thirty years old, she has good looks and is not very charming. What about that time?" I glanced at him lukewarmly and continued chatting with others. After every fight, the gangster husband would always be defeated in despair, and then quietly go to the hair salon to get a haircut. When he came home and saw his handsome and fair face, I felt so happy, but, in Under his heroic charm, I didn't have the courage to look at him directly. I would only glance at him secretly once or twice when he wasn't paying attention, and I was excited about my choice again.
There are countless hooligan behaviors committed by "hooligan husbands". The most abominable thing is that I am strictly prohibited from writing articles to send to male friends. I obviously have been wandering around all day long, dreaming about hugging each other and living a fairy life with three wives and four concubines, but I still don't let me use my rich imagination and occasionally stage a farce of "Apricots cheating on the wall". Sometimes when I see him writing articles to a certain girl or a certain big sister all day long, I feel angry and refuse to say it out. I also imitate him and imitate others. Unexpectedly, he is so narrow-minded that he will firmly remember his hatred. He is so evil. Just write in your personal signature: Log out of the Internet! It seriously frightened my tender heart, and I would never dare to imitate him to do such boring things again.
Actually, I understand from the bottom of my heart how much my rogue husband loves me. Every time he takes a bus on a business trip, he will take the time to call me and ask me what I am doing, even though sometimes he is busy at work. I would answer the phone call happily in my heart, teasing him for not being able to live without me while I was busy, so he called me just after I left for a while. What impressed me the most was that time when I accidentally discovered that he had met another woman behind my back, and was joking with her all day long. He couldn't live without her and relied on her all day long. I got angry and told him to ignore him. I immediately turned off my phone, went offline, covered my head with a quilt and cried inside. When I got tired of crying, I remembered the agreement between my husband and I that no matter what happened, we should never turn off our mobile phones. Otherwise, the other party will be worried. I hurriedly turned on my phone and saw that it was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night.
Seeing dozens of messages and a dozen missed calls popping up on my phone, I became even more anxious. When I was about to call, my rogue husband had already called me again: "Honey, you're ignoring me... "When I heard his disappointed voice, I felt so distressed that I lowered my voice: "What are you doing? My son is still sleeping!" "Honey, it was my fault. I will never dare you again! Please forgive me just once!" The gangster husband no longer had the arrogance of the past, and now he was as docile as a cute kitten. "Okay, okay, are you still letting people sleep? I forgive you, go to bed!" I interrupted him impatiently. I really wanted to fly to him right away to see what he was like. . My husband pitifully asked me again: "Have you really forgiven me?" I hurriedly promised him that I would never say angry words casually again. The husband then hung up the phone obediently. After this incident, we no longer quarrel over trivial matters, and our relationship is getting better and better!
It is happy to have a husband who has no fixed abode, because distance can bring beauty, and he will always care about his wife at home; it is happy to have a husband who makes people fall in love with her, because he has The unique charm makes people read it hundreds of times; it is happy to have a rogue husband who regards himself as a treasure, because all his rogue behaviors are manifestations of his deep love for his wife. Although he is a gangster and not a gentleman, I will always have tricks to deal with him. Although he is a gangster husband, his heart will always only be for his wife at home. No matter where his heart flies, it will always follow my hand. The thread flew back. Therefore, I love my gangster husband deeply, and I am willing to continue to hold hands with him and stay together happily.