How to deal with a crazy woman, how a woman is crazy

You just replied to her that even if your brother is seduced, he is not strong in his own control, he is cheap, looking for a divorce, a wife who betrays so easily, I seduce him?! I don't want a man like this to give me for free. Just like a cheap man, keep it for yourself, they can't divorce and care about my, sister, I don't do bad things, I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.

That is different, be careful when you go out and hit your car and die. And oh. Auntie (just that woman), isn't your brother and sister not beautiful enough, and your man's heart can't be tied up, so he can mess with flowers and grass outside.

Tell her to look at her own man more, so as not to go out and make trouble for other women.

This question is not yours, but at the same time it is not your trouble. Instead of working non-stop all day long, it is better to see it as a happy anecdote in life, and take her as fun when you are upset. If you don't know her, you will let the unhappiness in your heart, the unhappiness of your boss, and scold her fiercely.

The most direct way is to go to the public security department to sue the harassment**, saying that you suspect that it is a fraud group, and ask them to deal with it... Hehe.

Get a mobile phone firewall 360 mobile phone guard to block her number.

Or ignore her.

Or go crazy with it, and go crazy with it.

Hello! I've been exposed to things like yours, and I think the best way is to meet and communicate with the person concerned! Hope this helps!

Men don't know.

How a woman's heart laments for Peach Blossom's life.

Men don't know either.

When the iron in the body is eroded by the years into a knife.

No more feeding life, no more cutting of men.

Just take self-abuse.

Shave off your long hair and wilt every petal.

Cut off your dignity and kneel down for a lifetime.

The knife deprived the whole spring of his life, and there was not a drop left.

The seeds don't have time to germinate.

But it must flourish.

The knife was moved again and again and the tangerine peel faded several times.

But the rust is still mottled.

A sin sword.

There was not a trace of blood.

Embarrassed with the pale loneliness.

People don't see, they don't ask.

This is a sin created in the previous life, and there is no cure.

The man didn't know that the knife was given to her by herself.

Keep calling her a crazy woman.

The knife began to sharpen day by day.

Begins to lean towards death and crying.

Start icy start ridiculous.