When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when the neighbor moved in.
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The neighbor girl walked past my family, holding a small cardboard box. Her figure was outlined by yoga clothes.
My husband couldn't take his eyes off her. We agreed to go downstairs for a walk, but he suddenly changed his mind.
"Is she the neighbor upstairs? It's dangerous for her to be alone. Should I help her move in?"
Dangerous in broad daylight? Besides, the girl hired profesJenniferl movers. I knew my husband's dirty thoughts.
My son chimed in, "Mom, you can go for the walk by yourself. I can get exercised in either way. I'll go with Dad and we'll go home after we finish it."
In my previous life, I got angry with my husband and he argued loudly with me downstairs. My son also joined in and blamed me for being petty.
The neighbor girl noticed that my family was not harmonious, probably because of this, and set had designs on them.
She immediately came to mediate the disputes in my family, and her method was to give us three pairs of yoga pants.
The one for my husband had the same color as that of what she was wearing.