You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 3291: To make matters worse

When I have this disease, I keep it hidden and don't dare to let people know. The money for treatment is spent like running water, but the more the disease is treated, the more serious it is.

He doesn't know when his illness will be cured and he will be able to live a normal life.

He also doesn't know how long his lies can last.

He couldn't imagine what his home would be like if his wife, parents knew about the lies he weaved.

He didn't dare to think about it at all.

Every time he thought about it, fear would grab his heart and take his breath away.

He's so sorry.

In the beginning, he shouldn't have gone to prostitute women just because the business in the store was good and he made some money.

He only went a few times, played tricks with women, and then contracted this deadly disease.

The few times he prostituted, in order to covet freshness, he did not prostitute the same woman.

He doesn't know until now, which woman infected him with his dirty disease.

He wants to get justice, but he has no goal.

He can only live day by day, fearful in his heart, but pretending to live calmly on his face.

It takes a lot of money to cure diseases, but the business in the store is getting worse and worse.

He came up with the idea that the stored value card can only buy old products and not new products. Originally, he wanted to make more money in the store to maintain his expenses.

But he didn't expect that the solution he came up with not only failed to make the store more profitable, but the business in the store was getting worse and worse.

What he thinks is that for those customers who have stored-value cards, the money in the stored-value cards can only buy old products, not new products, those customers can only spend money to buy new products, so that he can make more money .

But in fact, those customers who have stored-value cards heard that they could not buy new products, but old products, and most of them had to quarrel with him. Buy a new product and leave in a huff.

I won't buy anything from his store again, even if I don't quarrel with him.

There are also some customers who posted the new rules in his store to the circle of friends, which smeared the reputation of his store, the old customers stopped coming, and the new customers were also few.

To make matters worse.

If this goes on like this, it won't be long before his shop closes.

But he and his wife both learned to bake.

At that time, I spent a lot of tuition to learn how to bake.

Now that they are almost thirty years old, what can he do if the dessert shop is closed for this craft?

The dessert shop is his business and the foundation of his life.

Without the dessert shop, he can only go to work for others.

How much money can a person like him who has no education and can't endure hardship work for others?

What money does he pay for medical treatment?

What kind of money do you use to buy a house?

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, wishing he could go back in time and go back to the time when he hadn't prostituted women.

If he could go back to that time, he would definitely live by his wife honestly and not go to those dirty women to be happy and contract this terrible disease.

His mind is full of messy thoughts, his brows are furrowed, and he walks to where he parked by instinct.

He pressed the remote on the key, unlocked the car, reached for the door handle, and tried to open the door.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a numbness in his neck.

He subconsciously touches his neck.

As soon as he raised his hand halfway, his limbs went numb.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the world spinning, and with a "pop", he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.