1. Marriage
Marriage
I’m afraid I’ve been married to high-value people.
I worked on a wedding website, and I was a rich man for a few years.
The criteria for finding rich people to choose a spouse are strange: must be place, pretty, young, white, large, gentle.
In the years of being a rich man, I watched the saddest comedy of man and woman, naked in clothes and fine skin, the most primitive desire and greediest human nature.
I was introduced in 2016, when I had a big change in life and lost my livelihood.
A distant cousin runs a business in Beijing and wants me to go to his place.
I did some with my cousin, and I understood the situation.
Say a few personal experiences.
There’s a 50-year-old out-of-home rich man who does car parts, produces car gas doors and costs billions.
The rich man was married with a Mr. Fung Shui and started meeting a dozen, and the rich man was not satisfied with the availability of girls, models, beauty pageants, dancers.
Cousin doesn’t want to let this big client go. Let me do something.
I see the rich man has a lot to say to Mr. Feng Shui.
I sealed a big red bag at night to speak to Mr. Feng Shui alone.
Mr. Fung Shui gave me the bottom line, saying that his boss was murderous, that after three years there was a sad man who needed to find a natural White Tiger’s boss.
I was young and I wondered how to find the tiger and find our wedding website.
It’s like that.
We hunted for a doctor from the hospital, found some information about a hairless patient, locked up a young and beautiful one and pushed it to the rich man, who managed to take it.
A few years later, I read the news, and the rich guy’s company went bankrupt, and I didn’t know if the white tiger was too weak to stop the boss.
I’ve seen a lot of rich kids in those years. I’ve seen two stupid kids with real losers. I’ve seen a real prince.
First of all, stupid son, the house is made of cement, and the business is ranked.
The fact that family information was a real thing is that 20 years ago, a state-owned company was transformed into a family enterprise.
Stupid son is stupid.
I’ve just finished my shift, and I don’t know how to find us. I paid $200,000 in fees, and I’m gonna have to get used to it.
Look at a model, like a nine-headed gold ratio, and there’s a little fame on the Internet, and people are a little smart, and we’ve got a net hunt on the Internet.
I don’t know how the model works, but the stupid son got in love and promised the model that she’d get married and split her half.
He called the boss all night, and he flew over that night, smug his son and took him away.
The model won’t give up. Please, I’ll find a way to get me a green-lighted Rolex.
And I exhorted her that there must be some in her life, and that there should be no need to ask, and that there should be no contradiction with her.
It’s obvious the model didn’t listen to me. He’s been hooking up with his stupid son.
One night, the model and his friends went home for dinner and just ran out of the doorway with two strong men and locked the door with the model.
The two strong men were playing with knives, warning the model to stay away from his stupid son and contact her once more to draw a tiger on her face, ruining her eater.
The model was so scary that he never found a dumb son again, that he didn’t lose his mouth, that he said that he was a stupid son of a bitch and said he was like a bitch who was angry with the treasure box.
I’ve seen that green-water ghost with my watch friends.
Talk about your stupid son and tell me about the real Prince.
It operates a textile enterprise of medium size, with several billion assets.
The old man started working in a small shop and is not retired.
If you want to be rich, you don’t get it.
The old man’s got two sons waiting to be replaced.
When the old man came to us, he was barely two months old, and he said that he was free and had to walk around looking for a daughter-in-law.
The old man paid $200,000 in membership fees and called the two sons of his family to join hands.
You can’t take it, you can’t point at the old man, you can’t just say that my mother was buried and you’re just gonna have to wait until my mother’s ashes get cold.
The eldest son broke a cup and left.
The little boy is a real human being, and the old man comes in and asks what the old man likes.
The old man said he’d have a good temper, your mother would have a bad temper, so he told us to be gentle.
The old man said culture, your mother was a dumb, illiterate man, and the little boy told us he was missing a graduate student.
Pick it up, and the old man finally got a primary school teacher, 25 years old, years younger than his younger son.
The teacher doesn’t mind the old man’s age. He’s probably looking at the old man for a few years.
The little boy followed him and the teacher cried out to her aunt.
The old man was so happy that he decided to get married and let our company arrange the wedding.
The eldest son didn’t attend the wedding and the younger son was busy.
The little boy changed his mouth at the wedding, called out to his mother in front of his family and friends, fell on his head and gave him a cup of tea, which was more than the waiting mother.
The primary school teacher’s face is green, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a little boy like that.
When the old man got married not a week ago, he released power and gave the company to his younger son, who was given half of the family’s property, without allowing him to become involved in business.
I told my cousin when it was over, he was too old, too stupid to pick a new ass, but the little boy was too tough.
Cousin said you didn’t see it, but the old man was the smart one.
The eldest son is too good to fight in the mall, and the younger son is the best in business.
Two years later, after a few eyeballs in the newspapers and two years in power, the young son has doubled the size of the enterprise and is ready to be listed.
Be patient, Steun’s foundation.
Talk about the abuse of a child, say that again.
After this, there was a billion-dollar widow whose husband was a foreman, who had been paid enough to take a bath in a bath centre, and who died of a heart attack in a hot water bath, leaving the orphans and widows together.
That day, the widow came with his son, he was handsome, he looked like the Shinichi Kudo in the comic book, he was polite and told me everything was called brother, he looked like a good boy.
How can I come back to us on your own terms?
To be honest, we’re engaged in a rich marriage, but who’s the real rich?
We’re here with either a concubine or a third-line mobster, a rich man with a brain of 800, in his own circle, without any lack of good-quality women.
We’re in a mess with sheep and dogs.
I see them both orphans and widows, and I don’t want to blame them.
My subtext is that your family is in good shape, so let the relatives and friends around you introduce them.
I don’t think it’s true that our kids are honest, they’re not in love, they’re introduced, they don’t mean it, they’re interested in our money, they’re not good for my son.
I turned my eyes, and there were a few people who didn’t have money in their marriage these days.
You’re hiding from the demons.
I think he’s a little paranoid, and he didn’t think about what happened.
We took a bunch of stuff, the widow flipped over and the son followed.
The widow said it wasn’t a good thing, that taunting was not a good thing, and the son noded.
The widow added that the crotch was too narrow to give birth to a boy at first sight, and that the son was nodding in an awkward place.
I gave her information that just happened to have the model who sent me the fake water.
The widow says the girl is so beautiful, she can’t look too good, she’s so pretty, she’s so miserable, we can’t take it.
I wanted to laugh. The model’s got a lot of heart. Your mother’s family doesn’t look good.
Who knows that sometimes that’s what it’s all about?
That’s later.
The widow ended up with a little fat guy.
The fat one is a kindergarten teacher, taller than six feet or 150 pounds, has a bad skin, has a pox and does not clean his face when he fixes his picture.
I’m impressed with this little fat guy. He’s the best. He’s not from our net.
I didn’t mean to say she didn’t have enough.
I didn’t think Fatty really paid 30,000.
I gave her a hard-headed message. Fatso was so happy to bring me a best friend for dinner, I was so happy.
The little fat guy asked me to eat lobster, and a bowl of lobster ate half of it, and he said I’d do my job, so I had to be the housekeeper.
When my girlfriend went to the bathroom, the little fatso ate shrimp and told me that her girlfriend was a stupid fork and she had a boyfriend and she was a jerk.
She was going to break them up, and when she married herself to the house, she would have her best friend as her maid, and the man would have cheated, rather than find her best friend in advance as her lover.
I tried to pull that half-basket of lobster on her head, and that meal made me completely understand what it means to be ugly.
The widow must have been a little fat, and I thought it was the best of the best, and the neurotic.
I don’t know. Something’s wrong.
I thought it would be over soon, the little fat one was lucky to be seen by the widow, the little one was kind, and Kudo’s new son looked like a filial egg.
Both sides belong to the chorus.
We arranged a meeting between Fatty and Kudo Shinichi, and then we stopped following them and let them move on.
I didn’t think so. The widow called me six months later.
The widow is in a hurry, tell me about Chen, what’s going on with your little Zhang. My son hasn’t seen her since he last met.
Do you think we orphans and widowers are being bullied?
Zhang is Fatty.
I knew it was Fatso who did it to me.
I called the little fat guy over and I asked her what you meant.
Fatty’s dead, and he says he’s sad.
I’m so sorry for your loss, but if you’re going to make it, you’re going to change.
Fatso’s in a hurry to contact Shinichi Kudo.
Kudo Shinichi came to see me once, gave me two bottles of M6 and said thank you.
I said I was taking the money. You’re welcome.
And then I looked at Kudo’s son Shinichi and said, “You can’t really see Chang.”
Kudo Shinichi touched a cigarette spot on my desk and threw up a sad fog and said that my mom was having a hard time having my dad gone, and she thought she could have a son, and she would, and I don’t care.
I’ve had a hard time getting married for years, but I didn’t know why.
We were sure that we would not be happy after this marriage, and we suffered from Shinichi Kudo.
I was kind enough to remind Fatso that you’re a hard-on.
The little fatso, in his head, said that his family was not afraid of the battles of the palace, and that his family was waiting for them to do it.
I’m thinking, shit, okay, you’re sad.
The fat one did not have two months with Shinichi Kudo, and was pregnant and married a month later.
After the marriage, the little fat guy didn’t do it anymore, so he had a lot of friends and he was happy all day.
I didn’t care at first, but I couldn’t wait for the little fatso to brush her, and the more I pulled her, the more I felt wrong, the more I realized the problem.
Fatty is in the circle of friends, but whenever there’s a photo with Shinichi Kudo, the widow’s mother will be in the photo, and the three will be in a strange position and the widow’s mother will always be in position C.
And this is not the right place for the C, and Kudo’s Shinichi’s son is always on his side, and Fatty and Widow’s mother are in the center, like they’re two, and Kudo’s son’s third-party is stuck.
And the widow’s head was pretty much crooked and she was staring at the little fat one’s stomach, and then the little one showed up and I always felt a little complicated.
And the jewelry on the neck of the little fat guy, with a string of walnuts on his wrist, a string of beads on his neck with a noteboard, which looks like he’s been wearing for years.
Man’s walnut platters are all wrapped up, and the beads make the sweat yellow.
I sent her a message, Mr. Cheung, that’s a pretty new outfit.
The fat boy said to me, “No, this is my mother-in-law’s family heirloom. It’s my father-in-law’s gift for years.
I’ve never heard of anyone with a bag of pecan sweat as a family treasure.
All right, she says victory is victory. I’m not saying anything.
And then a few days later, the widow asked me to dinner again, and that was with Fatty and Shinichi Kudo.
In this case, the widow had a step-daughter who had never been married, and the business was working as a girl, but with some introvert, a dead house, the widow commissioned us to introduce her.
Cousin happened to say that we’re all dead fish and shrimps, so why don’t we have a good one?
The widow is so happy that she has to buy me dinner to thank me.
When I went to the hotel that day, when I saw the little fat guy dressed up, I looked like a fool.
Fatty was wearing those two family heirlooms on his neck that day. They were even more scary.
He was wearing an old man’s shirt, he was wearing a man’s shorts, he was wrinkled, and he looked at the old clothes that some old man had worn, and he had a big belly, more than a month before he was due to give birth.
Fatso became the brightest star in the hotel that day.
Mr. Chang, you look a little strange.
Little fatty down his head and said it was my husband’s dress.
The widow said that our old Lee was an old man who was lost and had her dress on and he could go home.
It’s like a ghost. I’m freaking out. I can’t take it anymore.
When you eat, the widow keeps packing for the fat one, saying that Li likes it when he’s alive, that you eat more with the baby, that Li likes it, and that you eat more.
Old Lee is the widow’s dead husband.
The little fat guy couldn’t stand it, caught a chopstick fish, and the widow suddenly hollered, reaching out and shot the little fat guy’s chopstick.
The widow screamed, saying that old Lee was the most annoying fish to eat when he was alive, and that you wouldn’t let him go home.
When I got out, I got scared, and I thought that little fat guy had something to do with your dead husband.
What are you doing here?
Kudo Shinichi’s got a bit of a hangover, and he’s too busy telling the fat guy not to eat fish.
Fatty’s head down, his eyes are red, he’s not talking.
Fatso went to the bathroom in the middle of the meal and I followed him out.
I whispered to Fatso, “You won’t win, why did you do this to her? Are you sure your mother-in-law is normal, don’t get in trouble, and our company is in trouble?”
The little fat one is talking about the fight. You don’t understand it. The family is incriminating. There’s a victory calling for retreat.
Okay, I don’t understand. You keep winning.
I shut up.
In fact, I’ve been in this business for a few years, and it’s not uncommon for a girl of the spirit to be happy and happy to marry into the house, and then meet a bad mother, and in a few years she’s been a bad girl.
It’s just that it’s rare for a widow to play like this, and I always think she’s not evil, she’s crazy.
Not a week after the meal, Fatso called me again one night at 12 p.m. and asked me if I knew a good divorce lawyer.
I said yes. Your baby will be born soon. What’s the matter?
Fatso cried a few times over the phone and said it was okay.
We haven’t talked for a long time since, and I thought it was over.
Three months later, I saw the little fat man and the widow in the big fight.
When Fatty called me that day, I was hosting a big client at the company when the model and one of her best friends were there.
This is another pit.
We’ll talk about big clients later.
Fatty first called me first, I ordered a negative call in less than 10 seconds, then called me back, and then he called me back, and he called me back seven or eight times.
The model says, “Yo, this is a strange woman who can’t forget about you.
I said it was a client.
I apologized to the big client, and I picked up the phone somewhere, and I heard the fat guy crying in there.
Mr. Cheung, what’s the matter with you?
The fatso cried, “I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m gonna kill myself.”
I know Fatso had a baby a month ago. I saw it in Kudo Shinichi’s circle of friends.
I gave Kudo a red bag and the boy took it.
I thought the fat guy was a little depressed after the birth. I said, “What are you doing?”
The fat one keeps crying, and I’m dead.
When I heard Kudo’s son Shinichi on the phone, Chen, something really happened, come quickly.
I move in my heart and tell the little fatty, wait, I’ll be right there.
It’s not like I don’t care, it’s because I always think the widow’s nervously abnormal and I’m afraid something’s going on.
I gave my big client to my cousin and went straight to the widow’s.
The widow lives in a villa, a three-story small ocean building.
I saw the little fat guy riding on the third floor with the baby on the balcony before I came in, and the little fat guy crying, and the little one crying, and the little one fell together.
By the time I went, property security had arrived, and there were secret calls to the police downstairs, rescue services upstairs and a mess.
I told the property that I was a relative of theirs, and then I ran into the house, and I was scared to death as soon as I entered the house…
The lights were not on, all the windows were closed and the curtains were closed.
Fortunately, the door was open, a little light.
I looked up at the wall and I was scared to death.
The walls were filled with photographs, which were so dense that hundreds more, to say the least. I looked at it, and it was a photo taken, and it was the same shape and character, and a middle-aged man who was shitting on the wall, and he was stomping on the wall.
Shinichi Kudo just came downstairs to meet me, and I asked him what was going on with this photo.
Kudo smiled and said that it was my father’s photo, and since my father had gone, my mother had had to put it on the wall, and she was in a hurry to tear it off.
I went upstairs with Kudo’s son, and Fatty and the widow were facing each other on the balcony.
Fatty’s still crying. He’s gonna jump off the building.
Fatty’s place was too sensitive, the guards were standing on the third floor at the balcony, and the widows were standing at the door, and I looked like I was seeing the Great Savior.
I thought the fat one was a demon again.
I told the little fatty you’d get down here and put your life on hold.
And the widow said, “You’re crazy, you jump off the building, you jump with our old Lee, it’s hard to get home!” Mr. Chan, please talk to her.
I said yes. I’ll talk to her. Wait.
As soon as the widow’s word got into my ear, I heard something wrong.
The widow said that she was in her arms with our old Lee, who had just returned, and she let her old Lee die.
Widows say they’re angry, they’re staring at the boy in the baby’s arms, they’re paranoid and they’re perverted.
Fatso says, “Changa, you see who’s crazy.”
I rubbed a cold sweat and asked Fatty what was going on.
The little fat guy was riding on the balcony, crying and giving me an idea.
It was good that Fatso married Shinichi Kudo.
Widows respond to fatty, and Shinichi Kudo’s son, who doesn’t like fatty, is good for her.
Fatty thinks she’s a good widow.
During the 20 weeks of pregnancy, the widow illegally checked the sex of the child in a private clinic and found it to be a boy.
Since then, there has been something wrong with the widow.
The widow began to say that her dead husband was coming back and had to be ready to take him home.
The widow first made copies of hundreds of photos of her dead husband, filled with her family’s horns, then gave her the fatty a string of beads, which kept the fatty in his clothes every day.
Fatty started to fight twice and couldn’t stand the widow’s path.
Since Fatty became pregnant, the widow has lost her job and taken care of her child at home, and now she has lost her food and weed, and the Fatty has failed in a few rounds.
Widows squeezed the fat one to death, and when the baby was born, it was even harder for the fat one.
The widow first named the child Li Qian, using the name of her deceased husband.
Then every day, the baby called Li, and the widow had to take care of it.
Today, when the fat one breastfed the child, the widow went crazy and said that the fat one was a fox, that he wanted to seduce Lee and that he was determined to cut off the baby’s breast milk and take the child away.
It’s the last straw to crush the fat one. The little fat guy collapsed and rode on the balcony with the baby, and the rage of over a year now erupted.
It’s a beautiful day. I’ve heard little fats say it’s cold.
I said, auntie, you can’t come back from death, you can’t come back from dirt.
I just said that the widow’s eyes were like seven arrows of nails.
Widow said, Chen, I’ve always been your friend.
The voice of the widow is so gruesome, and the thick eyebags wrap around the sacks with deep bitterness.
I said, auntie, I’m one of us.
The widow laughed, said nothing, turned her head and ran down the stairs.
It’s a terrible laugh, and I’ve been standing there for a minute.
Just came back to the gods and heard a little footsteps and the widow came up again.
As soon as the security guards saw the widow, he went up in a junction, and the widow made a left-right break.
I’m wondering how a couple of big, big-ass old men can’t cure an old woman, and when the widow raises his hand, he lifts his cleaver in his hand.
There were oranges.
The security guards were unable to get close to each other without a fork, and had to crush the widow.
I said, auntie, what are you doing?
The widow struggled in the crowd to say that the leprechaun seduced my husband and I let her die.
Kudo’s son Shinichi cried and said, “Mom, this is your grandson. It’s not my dad.
The widow suddenly smiled at the sky, a sad look of the Lord Joe outside the geese.
The widow said, I can see you’re all on the same team.
Once the widow had spoken, the wrists of the knife were squeezing, and the glittering knife turned into a handshake.
When the knife turned around, it splits towards the little fatty on the balcony, and I took a step forward, stretching my arm, slashing my arm with a blade, and it fell on the floor.
I felt numb to my arm, and then I had a heartache, and blood came out of the wound, and I got red in the air.
Widows were left without oranges and the guards were pulling up the perimeter and bringing them down quickly.
I can’t look at the wound and yell at the fat one. Why don’t you come down and wait for the knife?
The little fat guy was riding on the balcony, stopped crying, and looked at me and said, “You’re in trouble.”
I said, I’m nothing, come on down.
Fatty says you’re covered in blood.
Having said that, the little fatty swayed back, with his hands loose and his eyes open to the children in his arms, and the little fatso fell down from the balcony.
I was looking at something wrong, and I swiped it up on the balcony, and I put on a bad dog, and I grabbed the kid, and I reached out with my left arm, and I held the little fat guy’s thigh.
I don’t know if I was too scary at the time. It was quiet outside.
I held the baby in my hand, I held the fat one in my hand, the fat one cried, the fat one fainted, and the blood on my arm was flowing, and the time stopped, and life stopped.
I yelled behind my back. What the fuck are you doing?
I drank like thunder, and the guards woke up like a dream.
Remember when I was a kid and I used to hear old people say that people live and I was young and I didn’t believe.
I feel like I’m out of danger, and I feel like I’m out of breath, and suddenly when it’s dark, I hear people shouting, “Hey, Mr. Chen, don’t fall.”
When I woke up again, I was lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by cousins and models.
The model is holding an ice bag, rubbing on my arm. I’m dizzy, my arm is sore.
I said, “Yo, sister, how come today you’ve become one of the world’s famous Buddhas?
The model says that Chen Gar’s mouth is broken, and thanks to the cut, you’ll lose your arm.
I want to be poor and look at the model’s face, and I look down and I see a long knife in my arm that has stitched and looks like a big thong.
Cousin said the security guards were a cannon, and none of them were able to get first aid.
I said it’s a matter of time, too.
I asked my cousin what happened to the widow.
Cousin told me about it.
The police tried the widow night after night, and it was possible that the golden shield had deterred her from evil and that she had given a clear account of the consequences.
Widows and their husbands have always had a good relationship.
The two were married for more than 30 years, and the widow husband, who had made a lot of money over the years, did not get involved and fell in love with the widow.
After the sudden death of the widow’s husband, the widow’s mental state began to be somewhat abnormal.
A relative who saw a widow ‘ s illness introduced her to a master who was said to be from outside the country and to have worked as a staff member for one of the most important outside employers.
The master told the widow that her husband had died unexpectedly, and that she was alive and dead, and that she had to find a way out of her life.
This demented statement is generally unconvinced, but widows are not ordinary and widows are true.
Widows spend a lot of money asking the master to light a light on the road.
The master said that only a widow’s son could be released by marrying her son, giving her a grandchild and giving birth to a dead husband’s vagina.
The little fat guy is so competitive, he’s got a boy, and the widow treats the master like a god.
Since then, the widow has completely begun to become obsessed with the idea that the grandchild is his new husband and that he is the fat grandchild, and that he is the only one who has become a monster.
Cousin said that the police had already examined the wounds, and that they had already done enough.
My cousin was not so good when he was young, but he was very angry this time with a sacrilege that was unique to the world.
I’m thinking of the poor widow and orphan, but she’s still soft.
I know that the widow is also a man of misery, and that the memory of his late husband becomes a man of faith, of which there is no relief, and of whom there is no magic.
Life is a continuous process of separation, but sometimes it is too sudden and implausible to face it.
Life and death, and great sorrow, cannot be forgiven.
The doctor said I lost too much blood and needed a few days of observation at the hospital.
When I was in hospital, I didn’t know what kind of nerves the model had, and I came to get me some food, and I drank like a moon, and I sweated and smelled like a flying beast.
After three days, I finally got out.
I’ve always wanted to invite the model for dinner and thank her for her company.
We had a lot to drink and talk about that day.
I asked the model why he was so hard on me when he was in the hospital.
The model turned a big white eye and yelled at me.
The model didn’t know what it was like that day. It was only 8:00 when we had dinner.
We’ve been walking down the street, and modeling says I’ve been sent 120 to hospital, and I’m embarrassed to laugh.
The city’s nights are always full of light, and we’re walking around in crowds, so that I can’t get a sense of truth until I happen to meet Fatty and Kudo Shinichi.
They’re out walking the kids.
The fat boy called out to me for Chen, and Kudo Shinichi’s son called out for him.
I can see they’re both very grateful to me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in fashion, and I appreciate that.
I asked Kudo Shinichi, how’s the widow auntie?
Shinichi Kudo had a dark face and said that he had been taken to a psychiatric hospital and that he was in good and bad health.
I didn’t dare ask again.
There’s no such thing as a bad old woman, the little fatty looks better and keeps telling me everything’s okay.
We stood on the streets for half a day until the children cried in the car.
The model whispers, Chenka, you know who the real victim is?
I mean, it’s got to be a little fatty.
The model scolded me for saying that the victim was Shinichi Kudo. In order to make the widow happy, she married an unloved man and married a marriage without love.
Widows not only trap themselves, but also their sons spend their lives in pity.
I was silent, I knew the model was right.
I looked back, and the little fat guy and Kudo were walking side by side with the child, except for the fact that they were always at a distance of restraint, and on a few occasions the little fat guy reached out to try to hold the new arm of Kudo lightly, and that the new one was left quietly.
The two are slowly moving forward, like two parallel lines that can be constantly extended, but never cross.
I saw the other side of the model again that day, and I had the feeling that the girl who gave me the fake reggae actually made sense.
But a model is always such a strange creature, and when you’re in love with her, the modeling sister can break it in a way you don’t know.
After two months, the model stabbed me in another big client.
A major client is the owner of a cultural media group, who has resigned to the sea when he is proud of his country’s company and has set up a big mess with relationships both inside and outside.
It is logical that clients of this level do not usually play any kind of kink.
I don’t know what big clients think, but we’re here anyway.
I’m going to show the marriage papers to the big cultural clients, who have a lack of interest.
The assistant whispered, “Our boss doesn’t care about skin bags, he wants spiritual resonance.
I can’t get my cousin out of this.
Cousin’s anxious to tell us not to let the good clients go. Let me think about it. I’ve got models.
I called your model. I heard the model screaming. Big, big, shit.
A sigh.
I said, “Big you, where are you crazy?”
The model said I was in Macau with a little blackback all night, and you’d be a badass once you got your phone.
I said, “I’m in a state of emergency. I have a big client here. I’m a cultural man.
The model says, “Culture, I love culture. You introduce it to me. I’m sure the spirit and the entity resonate.”
I’m telling you, you know the word in the middle of the day.
The model says I really have one, but…
I said, don’t say half-ra, but what?
The model says, “But you get me back first. I lost all night. I can’t afford to buy a ticket.”
I didn’t hesitate to transfer $20,000 to the model.
We’re in the middle of something, and we’ve never been soft.
I don’t know why, but I’m going to have to take it.
When I asked for the money, my cousin laughed and made me sick.
The model came back the next afternoon with a best friend.
The model still doesn’t want to go up and down. I can tell when I look at the girl he’s bringing in, this time it’s the right guy, the model’s dead.
To be honest, I’ve been in this business for years and I’ve seen all the girls who haven’t done it.
But I’ve never seen a model girl like that.
We met that day in the conference room, and there was a little backlight in our room, and I didn’t have time to turn on the light, and the moment my best friend came in, it felt like a moonlight came in.
And I am the Lord who has been in the midst of the flowers, and behold, at first glance, the light of the moon, which is pure and unprocessed.
The water comes out of the briquette and goes to the sculptures.
Cultural clients have not been modeling since they met with the moonlight, and have been staring at the moonlight with their blind eyes.
Big cultural clients ask the moonlight, which school graduated, 985, and big cultural clients.
Cultural clients also asked what profession, which is the Chinese language, and cultural clients noded.
Cultural clients say where home is, and the white moon says a northern provincial capital.
Cultural clients say that I’ve been to your place, I’ve been to a tower in the suburbs, and I’ve been to Shelley, who’s a small place.
The moon murmured, saying that 84,000 Qana-Nishalis had a place for Shelley, a place you said I had been there, and that she was buried in the palace, and she wrote a plaque in the temple, and next time you will come with me.
The big cultural client had a flash of light in his eyes and smiled and said to me, Chen, you introduced me to a good friend.
I’m being polite, and I know the spirit resonates, and I see it coming, and there’s a problem with big cultural clients.
Big cultural clients also ask what they like in their normal lives.
I’m afraid the deal will be destroyed before dawn.
Unfortunately, there was a piano in the conference room.
The piano was bought by my cousin for his own daughter, who for a while had no idea what the wind was, had fallen into the evil of chicken soup, and had cried that the child could not be lost at the start of the race and that he should be able to develop his mental well-being.
I talked to my cousin at the time, and I said that it’s a great job for a child to be healthy and healthy and to be decent.
Cousin didn’t listen, he had to.
My cousin told me that before he bought the piano, my cousin had a good relationship with his daughter at home.
When she saw the piano at home, she cried, she died, she forced her cousin a few times, she took the stool and hit the piano. The boy was afraid of the girl.
The piano can’t be put in the house, it’s for sale, so my cousin moved to the company and left the room.
No one thought that the disturbing piano pie was working.
The moonlight went to sit next to the piano and tried a few sounds.
The big cultural client came up with a spirit and asked, would you play the piano?
The moon smiled and said that I had practiced a few times in college and never touched it after graduation.
The moon’s optic hand stretches out, and no one looks for it.
And as soon as it enters our ears, We shall know that the moon is humbled. It is clearly practiced, and it is not bad.
When I didn’t know what the moon was, I felt like there was something in the conference room that was beating in the shadows, saying that it was not, and that every note was provoking my nerves.
The model later told me that the song was called “The Ghostfire”, written by the composer Franz Lister, and that it showed the spirit of the fire, the sense of freedom, the feeling of rebellion, the sarcasm of reconciliation, the most difficult exercise in the world, and the touchstone for piano musicians.
Models understand.
After the white moon had finished, he stood up and bowed to all of you in the conference room.
The entire room was quiet for half a minute, and the cultural clients were slow to wake up in a dream, and they were excited to say a good line of words in a slap.
I don’t know any Lester West, and I knew that once the piano was over, the moonlight totally took out the big cultural clients.
Cultural clients paid 600,000 dues on the spot and had dinner with the moonlight.
A big deal is done in a minute.
Cousin asked me to draw out 40,000 for the model and put money on the model.
I was so happy that I put her back in the business, I laughed and said, “There’s no money for a son of a bitch.”
The model is not happy, but he’s worried that I might get you into trouble.
I thought she was being polite.
I don’t know. Something’s wrong.
At first, the progress of the moonlight and the large cultural clients seemed to be rapid.
During that six-month period, the moon basically took over my friends’ circle, looking at the moonlight and the big customers as if they were in the dark, either in northern Europe, or on an island in the Pacific, in sunbath, or in Wudang mountains with the big cultural clients.
It’s a wave of culture, how many times higher than the old Fatty’s circle of friends.
The rich and the rich are different.
The bad things that models worry never happened.
I thought this was a big mistake in my career, and I’m comfortable with it.
That’s how life is, motherfucker. The more you relax, the easier it gets.
It’s the end of the story.
One night after six months, a big cultural client called me quietly.
It was over 1:00 p.m. and it was quiet, and I heard a little bit of a noise on the phone from the big client, with a strong sense of loss.
The big cultural client says, “Chang, let me ask you something.”
I didn’t smell the crisis at the time, and I smiled and said, “Mr. Wu, you have something to say.”
Cultural clients ask me if this moonlight is a little complicated.
I’ll ask Mr. Wu, what’s complicated?
Cultural clients say emotional.
I didn’t blink to say that it was complicated, that our company had done an investigation, that the moonlight was a real 985 college graduate, that it was a clean study, that it didn’t have a relationship, that it wanted to advance, that it happened to meet you.
In fact, I’ve got a lot on my mind, and I’ve got a lot on my mind, but if I’m going to get someone to interview me about this book, it’s a lot bigger than the Xinhua dictionary.
In our profession, the basic quality is to lie and not burp, and I’m lying to my eyes, and I’m playing with my big cultural clients.
Most of the cultural clients are skeptical, and say, Chen, but I think she has a little more experience in the field.
I said, “That’s not possible. We took her to the hospital before the job application. You’re the only one she’s got, no one else, and the hospital has a certificate.
It’s true. We took her to the hospital, but it wasn’t a forensic, it was a prosthetic.
I told the moon when I was in the hospital, and I had to hold back.
The moonlight nods like a little rabbit.
At the time, I thought the moonlight was pretty good, and I didn’t think it would be a mistake.
Cultural clients say that I’m telling the truth, that I’m a little out of line with White, and that might be inappropriate.
I was in the middle of something, and I was dressed up to be calm. Mariana Trench?
The big cultural client says it’s Emotional Trench, you wait, I’ll show you our chat clips.
I got a little bit of Tinker Bell on my phone, and I saw a couple of chats from a big cultural client.
I’ve been talking for the last month.
Cultural clients gave me a background.
When it comes to the white moonlight, it’s nice to see that the white moonlight is not only of a high cultural value, but also of a high cultural value, that its favorite chess book is a hymn, and that the white moonlight can always say one or two things.
Big clients have a feeling that they can’t.
The only drawback is that the moonlight is a little bit wild at night, and it’s all over again.
It’s a little too much for a big cultural client this year, and it happens to be an industry exchange, with a six-month drive on the west lake, and a six-month excuse for a big client, one to do a good job and two to rest and recuperation.
Cultural people love it, so let’s split it up, and the big cultural clients start to say it, especially when it’s quiet, and then they think of it as a poem, and they write about it.
Most of the chats are modern poems sent by big cultural clients, and white moonlight’s responses are short, but they’re devastating, and they just give me a glimpse.
Cultural outreach:
How I wish there was a door, morning, sunshine on the grass.
We stand, we hold the door, the door is low, but the sun is bright.
The grass is curing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and we stand and don’t talk, it’s beautiful. – Gu’s front door.
The moon glowed with a pair of big white legs and returned with four words: “Boss, what the fuck?
I don’t know.
Cultural outreach:
I like to rain and snow because it’s your name.
I like the rain and the small umbrella, and we can hide our faces under the umbrella.
I can carefully compare it to the rain and your hair, and I can dare to look at your eyes a little bit. – Jinkerwood, Rain Snow.
The moon glowed with a beautiful back and returned with four words: Boss, what the fuck?
I don’t know.
Cultural outreach:
Sister, I’m here tonight in Deonha, the night is dark.
Sister, I only have Gobi tonight.
I don’t know.
I’ll give it back.
Let victory prevail.
This night’s green is for herself.
Everything’s growing.
Tonight I have only beautiful Gobi.
Sister, I don’t care about humans tonight. I just want you.
This time the moon shines a ditch and goes back seven words: “Doesn’t it really work?”
I don’t know.
I’m not a cultural person, but I’m not an illiterate person. I’ve known this one since primary school, but I never thought it would be so destructive.
A hysteria that breaks up the poetry of modern poetry and gives me a psychological shadow.
The big cultural client says, “Chang, is the moon really real? I’m here to find my own, not to break my shoes.”
I explained to the big cultural client in cold sweat that the girl had just graduated from college, had a straight personality, had something in her heart, had to love you to be so impulsive.
I know it’s a pretty bad story.
Culturally large clients eventually listened, spoke with understanding and hesitated to hang up.
It’s not really a big cultural client who listens to me, and I can tell that big cultural clients really like the moon.
I didn’t sleep all night after this stuff got stuck.
I just called the model at dawn, and the model is awake, and it’s probably yesterday.
I said something. Wake up.
The model said, “What’s going on?”
I don’t give a shit. I’m going to show the model, he’s going to wake up and say, “Changa, it’s bad. This aunt is going crazy.
I heard the model sound more serious than I expected and asked if she knew anything about the moonlight.
The model didn’t pick up, but let me do something.
I told you to bring the moonlight to the company. I’ll do it again.
Models were busy.
I didn’t think I’d meet this time, but then I got a lesson from the moonlight, and it opened my eyes…
We met at 2 p.m. the same day.
It’s the way the model dragged the moonlight.
I was holding my breath.
In fact, we have a little plan for this, and my cousin says it’s important to get married as soon as possible with a big client, and to have a good relationship with a big cultural client, and we’d like to use the big client’s connections to open up the market in his circle.
Without thinking about it, the two men were not married for six months, and the white moonlight is now cutting points at a big cultural client.
I wanted to shoot the table, but look at the face of the moon, and hold back half of the fire.
I can’t yell at a pretty girl like the moonlight.
Sometimes, shame is a fighting force.
I’ll just show the chat and I’ll tell you what’s going on.
When the moon shines, he says, “Damn, this fool has come for you.”
When the white moon said that, his legs were placed directly on the table in the conference room, a box of blue ecstasy was pulled out of his handbag, a box was thrown out of his handbag, a crack was lit, two smoke rings were sprayed, and the movement was swollen.
I wasn’t expecting such a tough side.
No, that’s the true face of the goddess.
Life is a play, all by acting.
I realized that the moonlight was not only of high value, but also of good mind, and that it was an old play.
I met a master.
I took my glass and I took a sip, and I put pressure on my heart, and I said you had to follow the rules.
What’s the rule?
I choked the moon to death and said she was really here to save us.
And I said, “You have to do it, you have to do it, you have to do it, you have to do it, you have to do it, you want to get married, you have to eat.
And the moon says, “Damn, what is the matter with men?” And I make it clear to him that my heart is pure and innocent, and the old man can’t turn his back, and he’s not tired of faking his art every day.
I suddenly realized that the 985 brain of the moonlight was not simple, it sounded like it made sense…
I said, “Sister, don’t worry about real and fake art.
I don’t know what kind of nerve it is, but it’s been silent for 10 seconds.
The moon is red, and I’m not fucking rich.
I’m happy. I said why don’t you find 50 fucking old men for the money?
The moonlight says I’m free, I’m fulfilling.
I laughed and said I was free. You couldn’t swim anywhere without money.
The white moon’s eyes are red again.
I thought I had broken the moon’s line of mind and was trying to put another fire on.
Li said, Chen, come to the front
I was the only one responsible for the company that day, and I thought there was another big client who ran to the front desk and turned out to be an old man who looked a little chilly.
He’s tall, he’s bald, he’s wearing a light green old man’s shirt, he looks like he’s been wearing it for years, he’s baptized, he cleans it up pretty well, he’s not like a jerk.
The old man had a travel bag on his shoulder with a tatter on his face and seemed to have come from outside.
When I went, the old man was yelling at Little Lee, looking at both of them.
I went up there and pulled Little Lee away, and Li said, “Chen, it’s a psycho.
I was so scared that human trafficking was a criminal offence, but we didn’t.
I turned around and looked at the old man and said, “Big brother, we are a real marriage agency, not a human trafficking hole.
The old man told me that my daughter was with you!
I said, what’s your daughter’s name?
The old man says it’s called white fiber.
I asked Little Lee, does this guy belong to our company?
I was a little familiar with the name, and I was wondering who it was.
Li thought, “There’s no such person.”
The old man was in a hurry and said I saw pictures of my daughter on the Internet and hung them on the Internet.
The old man said he pulled his cell phone out of my head and punched it in a picture.
I’ll take a closer look.
The old man actually found our company’s network.
I remember the name of the moonlight, which I saw when she filled out the information form.
The photo of the official on the Internet was also my pot, six months ago, when the white moon just took over the big cultural client.
I think it’s really good to fight, but I can’t waste it. I asked the model to get a picture for the wedding on the company’s network.
The old man is his father!
Let’s talk about it.
The old man says my daughter is not your company.
I said yes.
The old man says I’m looking for my daughter and I’ll call the police.
I said, “My lord, your daughter is working at our company. I’ll take you to her.”
To be honest, we’re kind of police.
I led the old man into the house, when the moonlight was splitting my legs on the table, with the king in my hand, and I looked at, I used Yu Ji, I used a skill, I just took a head.
Look who’s here.
The white moonlight, like the officer in the army, jumped out of the chair, strangulated and made a position that was almost straight, with half a cigarette in his hand and thrown straight to the ground.
The moonlight was down and whispered.
The old man stares at the lower half of the white fiber and looks like he’s killing himself.
On that day, the moonlight wore a short skirt with white flowers on its thighs.
The old man’s face is covered in black clouds.
The moonlight doesn’t speak, just listen.
This image brings me back to the age of the students, as if the head of the teaching department was yelling at the students.
I think it’s a bit boring, but let’s not stand up and sit down and talk.
The moonlight said I had to go to the bathroom.
The old man kept up and said I was coming with you.
I was so surprised that his father had to follow his daughter in the bathroom.
I said, brother, you sit a little.
The old man’s got to say, Manager Chan, you don’t understand.
I wonder what I don’t know about the last toilet. I think the old man’s a little crazy.
Models and moonlight work together, body on purpose, 985 graduation brain works, a gap is found, mud goes out.
I got Lee to make a cup of tea to hold on to the old man.
I asked the old man how she found us here.
The old man was so grumpy that he told me that my daughter had gone from home two years ago and had not been home for two years, that if the old man hadn’t made an occasional phone call, she would have let the girl go.
Every time an old man asks where she is, she doesn’t say.
It was a coincidence to find my daughter this time.
The old man had a nephew who was fluent north, 31 years old, who had been bored by the family, trying to find out from the marriage website, who had to find our website by mistake, who had to pull a two-string, who had to pull a picture of the white moon, who looked like his cousin, the white-skinned.
The nephew also knew that his cousin had been looking for her daughter and sent the picture to the old man.
He knew his own flesh and blood, and the old man recognized the white fibers immediately.
The nephew checked our company and gave the old man an address. The old man came by train overnight.
A servant of dust, a woman of many miles, and a poor mother and father.
The old man said he was in love, and I didn’t feel like it.
It is not clear that the moonlight is not only an old play, but also a young rebel who does not want to save his family.
I was just trying to comfort the old man, and all of a sudden I heard the old man scream, staring at the clock on my office wall like I saw a ghost.
I asked, brother, what’s up?
The old man said my daughter was in the bathroom at 3:30, and it’s 3:50.
The old man jumped out of his chair, and I couldn’t stop him. He went to the bathroom with the old man, and the old man didn’t think the man and the woman would get married, and he put his head in the ladies’ room, and he went in, and there was nothing in the bathroom.
Nobody!
The old man seemed to have some experience, screamed out, and turned his head at the door of the company.
The old man and I ran up to the door and saw the model standing at the door and looking at the white moon light in a taxi, and the taxi went up and down.
The old man followed me a few steps, didn’t catch up.
The old man was in a hurry, reaching out to my collar, yelling, Chen Manager, running away, my daughter running away.
The old man yelled like a thunder. The spitting star sprayed me.
I rubbed my face and said, “Big brother, don’t worry. Let’s find it.
The old man said I’d call the police if I couldn’t find it.
The old man scares me with the cops, but I’m scared. I don’t know what to do with the cops.
I asked the model where the moon went.
The model smiled and said she left without saying hello.
I don’t see a model in a hurry. I know something’s going on here.
I said, “Get it back.”
The model said, “All right, I know a few places where she used to go.
The model took us all the way around town for half the day, ran out of half my tank of oil, said he might have taken us to the hairdresser, said he might have taken us to the pet hospital, said he might have gone home and taken us to the moonlight without anyone.
We’ve been walking around till 8:00 p.m. We haven’t found any hair.
The old man was in a hurry at the beginning, and then he was a little embarrassed to see me walk with him.
The old man said, Mr. Chan, we’re in trouble for my daughter.
I said, “Okay, big brother, it’s not easy for you to come all this way. I’ve arranged for you tonight. We’ll eat and drink.
Said I contacted a hotel that I used to visit and booked a room.
The old man couldn’t live without saying that you were high-consumption Beijing, that the restaurant was too expensive, that there was a ranzhou noodles next to the finger, that we should eat here.
The old man ordered three bowls of beef paste, three bowls of beef beef and three tea eggs, and paid me for it and forced me to settle the bill.
The old man dried noodles, pushed all three plates of beef in front of me and the model, so he couldn’t say enough.
I don’t feel like it.
I think the old man’s a nice guy. He came all the way here looking for his daughter and let the model play.
When the old man went to the bathroom, I asked the model, where did you hide the moonlight?
The model picked up ramen in the bowl and said, “I’m saving the moonlight.”
I can’t believe I’m listening to a model. My parents can kill their kids. They’re a little upset.
I’d like to ask you something else. The old man came back from the bathroom and choked.
I talked to the old man, I asked him how your daughter got out of the house.
I seem to be poking at the old man’s puddles, and the old man’s suffocated with chopsticks, saying, “Man, I see you’re a real man, and I’m not afraid of being ugly.”
The old man opened the chat box.
As White Moonlight says, the old man’s family is in the capital of the northern province, but does not live in the city and is in the first county.
The old man was a high school language teacher in the county, with no major skills, taught his whole life and found a music teacher for his school.
The old man was honest. Show me an old picture. It’s family.
In the picture, the old man was with his wife in the white moonlight.
As can be seen, the old man’s wife is also a rare beauty.
The moonlight was her mother’s.
The old man is no fun, but the music teacher is taller than he is, and he thinks he’s lost his life with the old man, and he’s been out for over a year with a dirt man who runs a factory in the south.
I don’t know if it’s exciting or something, but the old man hasn’t remarried since then, and he’s been trying to raise the moon.
The moonlight is so vexing, it’s the best in school as a child. Talent is the best in school and the best in school.
The old man said that the love office had turned over the travel bag and gave me a trophy and a trophy.
The best student medals, like the inflation-inflation national gold coupons, are folded with a thick pile of cylindrical, piano-grade, dance-grade, O-class, O-class awards, and any magazine in the city, province or province. The old man talks like a couple of Janes, the more excited he gets, the less he gets on his face.
I can see that the old man’s got a lot on his mind.
The old man, who was a father and a mother, worked so hard for more than 10 years, finally took a 985 in the moonlight and threw his eyebrow at the old man.
After graduating from university, the old man was upset to stay in the city and gave him a job at the county bank.
With the work done, the old man started thinking about getting married again.
A small group of newly elected civil servants was introduced to the White Moon by the District Board.
The two had been talking for half a year and were looking forward to getting engaged.
The two families had just set a date and the moonlight had left the bank, leaving the house for two years and almost nothing.
It seems to have hit the old man a lot, and the old man shivers and says, “Man, Chen, you don’t know, I’ve been looking for her for two years.
I looked at this trophies, and I looked at the old man’s face, and it was a little hard.
I can’t understand the old man’s difficulties, but there’s something wrong with my senses.
But when people returned to emotional animals, it came to a little bit, and I got emotional.
I’ll get my daughter back.
The old man says you’re a good man. Thank you.
The old man said, “Swallow up, walk to me and kneel.”
There was a lot of people at the ramen shop, and the old man kneeled down, and his amazing eyes fell on me, and I was like a pervert.
I said, brother, come on, get up.
I dragged two of them. The old man kneels there like a stone.
I gave the model a look, she pulled the old man, who knew the model slashed.
We’re pulling, and my cell phone is ringing, and I look like I’m a big cultural customer and I can’t wait to pick up the phone.
It was after 9:00 p.m., and I was feeling a little weird about this call from a big cultural client.
The big cultural client said, “Manger Chan, I have something to do with this.”
Listen to the tone, cold.
I said where are you?
I was still murmuring at the time, and the big cultural client didn’t have a meeting at West Lake.
Big cultural clients said it was the moonlight, and then left a small address without giving me a chance to talk and hung up.
I had a bad feeling.
Hang up the phone and the old man kneels there.
I said, get up, your daughter may have found it.
The old man jumped up, his face was emptied and a cloud covered.
I think the old man felt something.
I’ve never been to this neighborhood before, according to a major cultural client.
It’s not like we’re gonna have to make a living here to buy a suite.
Later, I realized that the big cultural clients really liked the moonlight and heard that it was still renting its own house, leaving it to the moonlight.
It’s a small area of security, and it’s supposed to be a big cultural client who greeted the security guard in advance. I called the building number Chen and asked the security officer to get us upstairs.
When I entered the door, I smelled 300 square layers of wine.
Cultural clients sit on the sofa, with a few big men.
I said Mr. Wu, what does that mean?
I’m not asking you to find a chicken, I’m not making a fool of myself.
Oh, yeah, you guys pack up and get the fuck out of here.
The big cultural client didn’t say anything, and I laughed with my eyes down.
The model said, “Damn, how can you talk like that? Who the fuck is that?
The big cultural clients, the big, big, big-looking guys, are staring at the models in black.
When I looked at the mood, I pulled the model behind me and noded my head for a big cultural client.
And I was there, pretending to be an grandson, and I heard a loud shout at him, saying that it was too late and that a green man was killing him from my side like lightning, and he jumped on a big cultural client.
I’ll see. It’s the old man.
The old man’s yelling at a big cultural client’s collar, who says my daughter is a chicken?
The old man’s swaying back and forth with a big cultural client, screaming, shaking it like a sieve.
The Pompous Greats are running around and watching the war escalate.
I ran over and separated them, noded my head and said it was a misunderstanding.
It seems to scare a big cultural client, who was standing next to him a little bit rough, took a while, staring at the old man for a while, and asked, “Who are you?”
The old man said I was his father.
Cultural clients seem to be nodding, saying, “Oh, my God.
It has to be admitted that cultural people are good and they don’t have dirty words.
That’s what I’m saying.
The big cultural client said, “Manager Chan, we’ll talk about this tomorrow, and you’ll clean up my house and take your people away.”
Big cultural clients have said nothing, and they haven’t gone back to the troupe, and they haven’t been able to deal with us.
The model yelled at me.
We followed the smell of alcohol into the bedroom, and I blew my head off.
A bottle of wine was thrown in the bedroom and several used plastic bags were packed in the middle of the bottle.
A young white man with yellow hair on his earplugs is lying under his bed, with a nice young man’s skin, white and young, and a little milk dog’s face is a bit broken and his nose is swollen on the ground.
As soon as the dog came in, he was holding his head in there and he was screaming.
A pack.
And then I looked on the bed, and the moon was full of big words, and I was lying on the bed, and I threw a couple of gas bottles over the bed, and I looked like a laughing tank.
I took a look at my hands with white moonlight, and I had cocoon on my hands, and I had a day to screw the jar.
I had no idea that the moonlight was not only working, but also working.
The model says it’s broken. The aunt saw her dad get excited and she’s sick again.
I’ll have the dog confess. The dog said something about it.
The two men, who were known when they jumped, were kind of friends of a fox who hadn’t seen each other for six months since the white moon had been hooked up with a big cultural client, went straight out of my company this afternoon and called the dog and said they were upset.
The little milky dog also remembers the moon, and here he comes.
It is also a coincidence that the big cultural clients are deeply attached to the moonlight, and that all the days of the Hangzhou meeting have been closed to the moon, and that the big cultural clients were able to spend the last few days of their meeting in West Lake in order to give birth and rest.
Big clients think that love is less than love for beauty and decided to return this morning.
Big clients wanted to surprise the moonlight, didn’t tell it earlier, didn’t expect surprise to turn into shock.
When the big client entered the house, he heard Tinker Bell and thought he was a thief. He called the assistant, who called the boys on several projects for support.
You’re a thief!
The heart of a big cultural client is broken into glass, and it’s impossible to excrete the moonlight, but it’s an output to a baby dog, who is a human being.
I’ve been trained by a big cultural client before I came.
I see the old man’s eyes are killing me, and I can’t say more.
The little milk dog borrowed my ass to get out of here.
The model found a dress on the moonlight, and a hot water cup, and the moonlight drank twice.
The model says, “Sister, what are you doing?”
And he said, “Ha ha, freedom, I want to be free, and I’m going to show my father’s stupid fork. Without him, I’ll live, and there will be no man I can’t take.”
Just after that, I heard two cracks, like a mosquito.
The old man slapped himself directly on the face of the white moon, with two more handprints on the right and right cheeks.
I feel pain just listening.
I don’t know if it’s too hard or too much to drink or to watch the moonlight hurt, but I sat in bed and laughed.
The moonlight smiled and said, “You hit me again, you hit me again, you beat me up when I was a kid, and now you’re after me in Beijing, and today I’ll let you hit me enough, come on, you go on…”
The white moon said it was the front of the body, its head was sent to the old man, and it was brushed in the top half and then it fell off.
This old man is totally crazy.
The old man says you’re just like your mother. I’ll fucking kill you.
The old man said he had a bottle of wine on the ground and looked like he was about to blow his head off the moonlight.
I look at the old man’s face as if it’s real. I’m scared to die. I’ve twisted the old man’s arm and taken the bottle.
I said, brother, you calm down.
You know how hard it is to be a squirt in front of the moon, Uncle?
I’m a model called brother and uncle, and I look like I’m a loser.
If we don’t go home today, you can’t talk to her tomorrow.
The model said, “Uncle, don’t worry. I’m looking at Fry tonight. She won’t run away.”
The old man saw me sing together, and he looked at the moonlight and looked like he was awake.
I booked a hotel for the old man the other night, and the old man couldn’t survive.
I can see that the old man’s a Tesvenian, and he’s got a temper, so I’ll say it doesn’t work, and I’ll take the old man back to the company.
I asked Li to clean up the room and make room for two beds.
I’m afraid the old man’s got any more noise, and I slept in the conference room.
The old man didn’t sleep that night, turned his back, turned his body like a pancakes.
I ran all day to sleep in the middle of the night, and it was 6:30 in the morning, and as soon as I looked at the bed next door, I woke up.
I was afraid that the old man would go to the moon again and get dressed and get ready to go out, and then I saw the old man sneaking out of a cage with a soy sauce.
The old man said he was too old to wake up early, and he saw someone who sold you breakfast.
In the middle of the sentence, the old man was snorting again and suffocated.
Looking at the old man’s face, I had a little bit of a bad taste in my heart, and I suddenly remembered my home, my father, when I went to school, and he made me breakfast.
The old man didn’t buy a big bag, and I put it in my mouth one by one, so I cried.
I was kind of homesick that morning.
It’s not like a model spoke. It was more than 9:00 a.m. The model came to the company with the moonlight.
The moonlight came with a black eye, and I don’t know if it was made bad yesterday or whether we cried after we left, but it looked like it was.
White moonlight seems to fear that the old man will be wrong again, and today’s rare make-up and clothes are also long-dressed trousers.
Nor did it block the face of the moon, which, I must admit, was a natural beauty.
As soon as my father and daughter met me, I realized that I had done a terrible thing.
I arranged the wrong meeting at the wrong place at the wrong time…
I put the parents in the conference room again.
The father and the daughter were sitting at the table, the old man was staring at the moonlight, and the moon was bowing down and pulling off, and nobody spoke.
I think it’s a bit boring.
The moonlight says, “Who the hell wants to eat?”
I find this girl really fond of me.
The old man at the table said how you spoke to Uncle Chan.
The old man thinks I’m his brother and he’s yelling at me again.
That’s what I’m talking about.
The old man’s looking up at the table again.
I’m listening to two more fights, and I’m in the middle of a fight, and I’m going to have Li down at the door pour tea.
Little Lee put in a warm bottle and watched another war being lost to the ground after a while of busy work.
I smoked two teas and said, “Big brother, the kids are so big, let’s talk in peace, let’s talk about your thoughts, let’s talk about the kids’ thoughts.
Once again, I’m not eating the moon at all.
The old man looked at the cup of tea on the table and said, “Come home with me.”
The moonlight continues to bow down and pull the trigger, without saying that I will not return.
The old man stressed again that you had to come home with me today.
I’ll learn the piano if you let me study the piano. I’ll go to any college you want me to go to, where you want me to go to work, who you want me to marry. What do you think I am? I told you, I’m not! I’m human, I have my own life, I have my own job now, I can feed myself!
The old man looked at the sound several times and said, “What the fuck is your job? You look like your mother.
The moonlight suddenly smiled and said, “Ha, ha, you finally said it, my mom didn’t eat your dick, and now I’m out, and you call me a chicken.
And the father and the daughter were there screaming, and I suddenly felt a sense of weakness, because I suddenly realized that I had worked so hard to set things right for the father and the daughter.
They sat at the table, but their hearts were divided between them.
It’s a one-and-a-one-tip-a-half-year-old complaint, and it’s freezing for three feet.
I suddenly realized that I was a little childish and that I thought of the father and daughter so simply.
It seems that the words of the white moon have strangled the old man’s heart. The old man pointed at the white moon and said a bunch of you, you, you, and the last half a day, without saying the following.
The old man was so angry that he couldn’t see his own daughter, he was so angry that he slammed his teacup on the table and slammed it at the white moon.
When the white moon’s head turned, the cup flew out with ears on it, and the cup fell on the floor with a sound, and the water in the cup was on Lee’s cheek, and the boiling water was pouring on a shoulder, and the white skin was red.
The moonlight screamed, stood up, pointed at the old man, and said, “You’re a loser. What the hell are you gonna do to me for the rest of your life?”
The old man seems completely out of his mind.
The old man turned his head and saw a mop in the corner.
The old man and I were in the conference room last night, and when I woke up in the morning, I called Li to clean up, and this mop was put here this morning after he cleaned up.
The old man found a good weapon, stood up and went to the corner of the wall and took the mop, kicked it out and hit it.
As soon as I saw the old man go on a rampage, I tried to hold him.
I was sore on my shoulder, my head was a little greasy, and I didn’t know that the old man was still mad at me.
The old man has gone from me to the moonlight, and the model is trying to stop him.
White moonsliding around his neck, he said he’d kill you if you could.
The white moonlight is not finished yet. The old man’s leg is his foot, and he kicks the white moonlight on the ground.
I looked at the moping pole and turned it into a dusty picture, and I heard a bang, and the old man smoked a dozen sticks in front of the moonlight, and looked at the stick, and he didn’t mean to be unkind, and he used the moonlight as a human sand.
The white moon was lying on the ground screaming, and the old man couldn’t stand it. He raised an arm in order to block the stick, and the old man drew his last stick on the white moon.
The tumbles, the moping poles are cut in two, and the white moon shines on its arms and screams…
I didn’t expect the old man to look at Sven and beat his kid like a pervert.
I even had the illusion that the old man was not hitting, he was killing.
I’m snoring and hugging the old man, who’s killing his eyes and throwing me around like a mad cow.
That day, my cousin was at the company, and it was too quiet, and my cousin heard something. He opened the door and looked.
My cousin used to be a soldier early in the year, and he was a bit of a fighter, both of them with the frenzy of our PLA rivalry.
Xiao Li also heard noises from the front desk, and then came in, and then came in.
Cousin said, “Wait, call the police!”
Li’s gonna pull out his phone, and the moon’s all over his arms.
Cousin was silent for a moment and said, “Let’s go to the hospital and don’t make trouble.”
We lift up the moonlight and say it hurts with our arms while we say it’s dizzy.
Cousin said to Lee, watch this old thing. Don’t let him get away.
And then my cousin turned his head at the old man, and his daughter could do that.
Cousin is also the one who raised her daughter, and I think she’s a little in love with her voice.
The old man seemed to have fallen a little hard, stood up several times, watched us open for half a day, but finally didn’t say a word.
My cousin went to the nearest hospital and drove us over there, and I was in a bit of a hurry, and I looked at my cousin in the middle of the street and ran through the red lights, and I didn’t see enough points on the driver’s license.
I went to the hospital for a check-up.
The doctor asked several times how this was done, and the moon bit his teeth and said he fell.
The doctor didn’t believe me and asked me in black. Did she really fall?
I was wondering why the doctor was acting like he had a grudge against me.
The white moon didn’t admit it, and the doctor couldn’t help it.
There were a lot of people who filmed it that day, and the radiology department lined up and the moonlight became the brightest view in the team.
The face of the moon is already so glamorous that it’s in its present shape, with a stick on its left cheek swollen like half a pig’s head, with sticks and footprints, as if it had just been put to death.
I held her in my arms, and the outsiders thought that we were angry, and that the angry little eyes were brushing on me and treating me like a doctor.
I took a big pot for the old man.
It’ll take two hours for the film to come out, and the four of us are waiting in the lounge, and the models are a little heartbroken for the little sister, and they put a bag of ice on the moon, and the moonlight says it hurts.
I asked your father what kind of temper he was.
That’s the way the moon smiles.
The model said it was light. She was hung up and beaten.
I asked what happened to the white moonlight, which raised another good arm and wiped tears and told me a story about the father and daughter who loved each other.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
