Synopsis
Meng Yi and I were fighting again. He pointed at my WeChat screen and began jumping to conclusions. “Why did you tell him where you live?” I rolled my eyes. “He’s a delivery guy.” “Then why did you tell this one your back hurt after sleeping last night?” I was speechless all over again. “He’s my personal trainer.” “What about this one? Why did you tell him you’re free on the first but not the second?” “He’s buying concert tickets for me,” I said helplessly. My boyfriend’s three thousand loaded questions eventually drove him crazy. He was so furious that he told me, “Delete them all, or I’ll kill myself!” Fuck. He hadn’t been like this before he got the job.