Do you have anything that the hostess isn’t stupid?

On my birthday night, his boyfriend said he had to work late.

But his little Qingmei just posted a selfie in his arms in a circle of friends, with the words: “Anytime, my brother will leave everything to me, hip-hop.” I’m sorry.

My eyes are burning and I can’t help but comment below:

“Where’s your mother?”

It’s my 24th birthday, and it’s my first anniversary in love with Luk.

I’ve been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and I’ve been waiting to get a table ready to take a picture.

“Don’t be mad, baby. I’ll try to get back, okay? I’m sorry.

The sound of a very magnetic low-moment in the ears of a man, and I was just about to complain, but I was coldly listening to that woman’s laugh.

The fingertips of the handler are tightening, I’m out of my mind and hang up.

I’ve always been sensitive to sound, and I’ve only heard it in one person.

I’m the sister of Lu’s sister.

Last year, I was with Lugo, and he took me to meet my friend.

And his brother-in-law and his sister-in-law cried out, until Zhussing came late with a bouquet of flowers, wearing a hair-weaved shirt with his bare shoulder and a crucified skirt.

The whole scene was ludicrous for a few seconds, and then the sound exploded for varying lengths.

The voice of Gussin goes through the crowd, handing me the flowers:

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry.

I didn’t miss a flash of surprise in the eyes of the ground, but I smiled, and I said, “Thank you.”

Later, when Lukok introduced her to me, he was talking about her sister.

It’s only now that I’ll put my guard down.

The last time I met her, she graduated from college and invited her to dinner, and she was named Lukok to help her with the internship.

Thinking about it, I’m like, “She won’t go to Rudd’s, right?

I’m rubbing my head in the temple, and I’m opening my mail and I’m clicking on her pink cat head.

As soon as I got into her circle, my eyes were drawn by a self-censorship.

In the photograph, she was holding a man ‘ s arm, and the brown hair was lighted with a large luminous light and, although she had not shown her face, the atmosphere was filled.

I’m going to zoom in on the man’s wrists, and I’m going to look at the writing, “Anytime, my brother will come to me, hip-hop,” and I’m going to have to wake up.

I’ll take a deep breath and say the following:

“Where’s your mother?”

It’s my birthday. Everyone knows it.

As early as last week, he started the countdown of friends, and in the early morning hours of today’s morning, the card posts the real story of our trip and the text, “Happy birthday, happy first year.”

When he showed me the purified blessing of the review, I noticed that Guthsing was a bit of a compliment.

I just didn’t think she’d make such a big move at night.

I finished my review and sent her friend’s circle to Rudd.

The phone started ringing in a few minutes.

But it’s not an answer, it’s a message from a group of friends.

The Sing doesn’t eat cosmopolitan food: “I stomped my feet when I left work and my parents didn’t worry about me coming home, so I asked Django to give it to me. I’m sorry.

Sing doesn’t eat cuisine: “I know you’re breathing in your heart, but I don’t care what you say, but please don’t be angry with Django, he’s innocent.” I’m sorry.

Sing doesn’t eat cocoon: “Photos. I’m sorry.

I’ll light it up and laugh.

Guthui is really a human being, and she’s sending a screenshot of my swearing, but it’s just a screenshot of that.

I’ve relighted her. She’s deleted the circle of friends.

The crowds have been raging, and Guthsing and Rudd’s little hairs have first stood up and been asked questions.

“Some people are sick, right? How dare you?

“What happens when the wounded girl comes home late at night?” White eyes. White eyes. I’m sorry.

JONI: “Most of them know they’re safe, so they’re particularly jealous of pretty girls. Ha ha ha. I’m sorry.

Song Xiaomei: “Sister-in-law, how old has she been? I’m sorry.

Dreaming, “I’m sick of falling in love. How many pounds do you think you are?”

JONI: “Reverse butterfly.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

New news is still playing, with advice, with yangs and with direct verbal abuse.

One of the best screams is the dream of Gusling’s best friend Song.

It was not until more than 20 speakers were able to untangle the pre-screened.

Hunt time!

“Here comes the butterfly!” I’m sorry.

“Miss Gu’s brain is as bad as her feet, and she thinks it’s okay to delete the circle of friends.” I got a screen cut, didn’t I? I’m sorry.

“Why don’t you go to the hospital with your feet tied?” Did my financial boyfriend walk you home better than Yunnan’s white medicine, or did I take his self-censored circle of friends and put it on a case like this, which would have an extraordinary effect on the pain of your loss? I’m sorry.

“The dream, some people are sick. I didn’t expect to see her for days, and Miss Song’s fungus is still not well treated. I don’t know if it’s gonna happen to a girl at night, but if you don’t sign up at the oral hospital, your fiancé is gonna get smoked. I’m sorry.

“JONI, I can’t say it’s safe, but I can punch a man’s head in the face, and I wouldn’t mind if you called me Dad. I’m sorry.

“Mr. Song’s farts are loud, and your mother beats her ass again, and you must stop her, and tell her that she is only two sisters and two chopsticks, and that she is not going to want it.” I’m sorry.

I typed very fast, and I was quick on the screen, and I called the meanest people, and I didn’t see a face bag.

Song Wei dream was the first to react.

“And what are you talking about? I’m sorry.

“Do you dare insult my family?” Say it again!

“Photo screens/smoke.” I’m sorry.

“Don’t say that many times, if Miss Song doesn’t feel good enough, I could have someone carved your tablet.” I’m sorry.

I typed it slowly, and then I got out of Guoxing Art.

“What’s wrong with Miss Gu’s foot?” It’s okay to come out and say something. I’m sorry.

“I also have to thank you for your obstinate gossip, and I will beat you today, Miss Gu.” # Shake hands # I’m sorry.

Song Xiao:

I laughed on the couch.

The other day, I borrowed Luk’s notebook and didn’t want to see the message from Guo Si-sing.

She claims that the Song family has become inconvenient as a result of the affair, and that Song Wei came to her every day to cry and scold her.

Lugo was on a field trip, and he was told to come back soon, to eat with her, to watch a movie, to hang out with her.

The reason I didn’t do it was because Lukoh had rejected her and said he was going to take me on a trip home.

Guthing didn’t reply.

But she sent me a private letter soon, retransmitted it to me as it was, but finally the reason for Lukko to go back was that the Song brothers and sisters needed him.

You want him to go back and play?

I didn’t say yes or no to her.

It’s not gonna happen.

And right now, Song’s dream has begun to be questioned in the group, and I’m getting out of my way and ready to dive and rip x.

Next second, Lukoi called.

The man’s voice is a little tired, “I’m not with the voice as you think.” I’m sorry.

“Initiate and speak. I’m sorry.

The Ludwigton on the other side, it seems like I wasn’t expecting that.

“It’s your birthday or our anniversary, and I’ve already booked flowers and cakes, ready to go home after work.

But when the sound came out of the elevator, the heels accidentally stuck their feet in the sew, and she was my sister, and I couldn’t leave her alone. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything, and Luk went on, “I wanted to tell you first, but I chose to hide it because the voice said I was afraid of you.

“I’m sorry it was all my fault. I’m sorry.

“Did I send you a picture?” I’m sorry.

He wondered, “What pictures? I’m sorry.

And I asked, “Did you see the news of the group? I’m sorry.

He said, “Well, I can’t get a sound, I have to go upstairs with her on my back, and I just got my phone. I’m sorry.

It seems to be thinking of something, and Lukoh said, “The voice is home, I’m going back now.

“Quickly, wait for me. I’m sorry.

When I hung up the phone, I started from the sand and touched the dish next to the table.

The food and soup are getting cold.

When Lugo comes back, will you call him first or will you just lift the table?

I’ve had a really bad temper since I was a kid.

Me and Lukochi come together, and it’s nothing but a month-old meal, a gift bag, a dream start.

Last summer, I’ve been working on it.

In order to impress my superiors, I had to leave one hour in advance of the day and then compete on the subway for a second to catch up.

That day I went straight to the corner, listening to the song and yawning.

As I was asleep, there was a sudden noise in the car, and I took off my headphone and heard a few noises, which seemed to be about the concubine.

I’m not a nosy person, but ten minutes have passed, and my mom is still talking, and she’s got eight percent of her voice going through the crowd and stinging my ear.

Quiet dreams, like hell.

I got up and pulled out of the crowd to the center of the storm.

In less than two minutes, I understood the consequences.

This is an event that is so simple that it can no longer be simple: a young man buys tickets to his car, and his ass is snuck to the side of his back.

Instead of feeling guilty, the hostess beats the hell out of them, blaming the present young people for lack of quality and lack of courtesy.

Young men can’t afford to get their hands on their heads.

I looked at the young man with a red red face, and I looked at the old lady with two big eggs and no breath in his face.

“Why are you so ignorant? I’m sorry.

Young people suddenly turn back, the handsome face first emerges unsure, and then the anger comes with a little bit of help:

“It’s this aunt…”

I swept away my mother’s glamorous look and shouted, “This aunt is in a hurry to be born, don’t you know? I’m sorry.

Mae’s face faded and young people were shocked.

I heard a whisper in the back of my body shouting “fuck.”

And I turned to my mother, and I said, “How did you get out of the ground just after spring?” It’s early in July, remember to put more dirt on your body and don’t jump around. I’m sorry.

She looked straight in the eye, and she pointed at me.

She made a terrible speech and repeated a few words, “unqualified.”

I pulled out my ears: “Aunt’s right, my family’s busy at work, and there’s no time to discipline me, unlike you, raising chopsticks is a good meal.” I’m sorry.

All around the place, the young people were staring at me and staring at me.

“You, how dare you curse me?” She was so mad at me that she jumped from her seat and raised her hand to make a gesture to hit me.

Young people reacted quickly and immediately sided in front of me.

I stunned because of his actions, and then I hit him on the shoulder and let him relax.

I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, and I swayed at my aunt’s face: “It’s all right. I’m sorry.

“No,” I looked her up and down, and I looked at her, and I looked at her, and I looked at her, and I looked at her, and I had to blackmail you. I’m sorry.

I pushed the young man away and went to my mother’s face, “Aunt, please bring it on.” I’m sorry.

I can’t say a single word for half a day.

Then the young man in the subway, Luk, found me and the stars were filled with worship.

He said that I was like a stone man in his head.

Lu-chul pursued me for half a year, and I tested for a long time and finally agreed to be his girlfriend, in combination with his handsomeness, his gold, his gentlemanhood, his heart and his undisguised affection for me.

The day he was together, he was so happy, he took me around, he turned around and shouted:

“Wandering! You are my only god!”

This is the first time in my life that I feel ashamed.

When Luk came home, the wind was nearing its end.

I don’t know what Gudsing said to Song’s brothers and sisters, but Song Wei-mong came back like a fool and sang with that “JonI” in the crowd, and slammed me in the dark.

I’m tired of talking about a bunch of words.

So I kindly sent a link to the group.

“The electronics are full of insults, pxx, and the new users are down to 10 bucks on me. Weave dreams, Joni.

When it was finished, the key turned at the door.

You can’t even change your shoes, put flowers and cakes in front of the table, walk up and hold me.

“Sorry today, Wandering. “He breathed hotly on my neck, and We held his hand over his back and let him spread his hand.

“I don’t. “Lucqaba, hold me tight, “Don’t yell at me, listen to me. I’m sorry.

I just opened my mouth and one sentence was stuck in my throat.

It’s true.

It took me a couple of times to put my head in my head, and it opened up: “I’ve finished reading the conversations in the group, and it’s the wrong sound, and I’m responsible for it. I’m sorry.

I pushed him to the table and sat down.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you about working overtime, nor should I have made a sound of it.” I saw it. It was not appropriate. I had already scolded her.

“and dreams of what they say, and I’ll make them apologize. I’m sorry.

When I saw him, I laughed at his legs: “Of course, I’m sorry to the people, but I’m the one who started this. I’m sorry.

“Oh? How are you gonna apologize? I’m sorry.

I’m holding my chin, and I’m looking at the man.

And Lu-chul said, “Baby, whatever you want! I’m sorry.

“Really? What about your voice sister? * I’m talking about *

Rudd’s face flashed a little hesitation.

He crouched down and held my hand and spat his lips: “The sound was a little too much this time.

“I asked her, and she said she couldn’t help but think bad because she used to treat me like a brother when I was a child and you were jealous of her. I’m sorry.

He said he looked carefully and looked at my face.

“It’s not going to happen again. She’ll apologize. I’m sorry.

I laughed. I didn’t answer.

I will not comment on His Majesty’s decision to treat him as his brother or husband.

I care more what he thinks.

I never looked to him for anything, and I was with him because I really liked him, so I had the guts to tear up the voice and her little sister.

But like, that doesn’t mean I’ll let Lukoshi go.

Like he said, it’s all because of him.

I chose to listen to him first when I was thinking about scolding first or lifting the table first.

But if he does not realize that he is wrong, or if he is on the side of anyone but me, I promise to put the fragrance of fish on his head in minutes.

Of course, it’s not a waste. It’s mostly a mess.

I didn’t think that Lukoh’s perception was very clear, that he knew not only wrong, but also wrong, that he knew the apology and the remedy, and then the root causes.

And We looked down at his face, from the deep eye to the nostrils, to the red lips.

Undeniably, Lukoshi is a perfect boyfriend, in any respect.

Under his many supplications, I bend my eyes and touch his soft hair with a smile:

“Lu Gon, this is no more. I’m sorry.

I’m a very vindictive man. I have everything. I don’t know.

I would also be kind enough to give the wrong-doer a chance, only to hope that he would never have another, so that I could settle my new accounts together.

Song Wei dream and others soon believed in me, and Gamba apologized.

Guthing follows.

She started with a face bag of tears and cat head, followed by two voices:

“Oh, I’m sorry, Wanderer, it’s all my fault.

“I’ll forgive you if I don’t have another voice.”

The sweet sound of the girl’s voice came from the microphone, and I didn’t change my face, but the fists under the table were stiff.

I didn’t reply immediately, but I looked at the sky, which was fast: “How shall I return?” I’m sorry.

And he drew two dishes and had soup on his head: “No, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

“It makes sense. “This is the day we’ve been waiting for, and she’s ruining it so thoroughly. Why should I forgive?” I’m sorry.

He took his hair and he took it with him: “It was I who planned to take the baby to the river to see the fireworks.”

“The sound is really growing up, the less you understand. I’m sorry.

I put my cell phone on the table and let him do it himself for half a day, until I thought of chopsticking me up.

“What’s Guthing to you? I’m sorry.

His wrists were hanging and he looked at me like he didn’t hear me.

I press his hand and repeat, “What is she to you? I’m sorry.

If I hear the seriousness of my words, I’m going to sit straight:

“Don’t think too much. I don’t like her. “I’ve always treated her like a sister.” I’m sorry.

“Just a sister?”

He put down his chopstick and said: “Just a sister.” I’m sorry.

I’m gonna watch him for seconds, and I’m gonna take my eyes off him, and I’m gonna get him a fish.

The blues are so relieved, the eyebrows are so close.

I pushed his dog head off, but I laughed.

After my birthday, Lukoshi filled me with clothes and bags.

I’ll take it all.

They’re not demons anymore, they’re so peaceful in their conversations, they’re all hip-hop, as if nothing had happened that night.

I’ve occasionally called in to watch them turn to travel or jump, and Mr. Zhao’s coming home.

Mr. Zhao?

I didn’t think about it, but I got a message from Meng-Yo:

“Dad’s sick. Go see him at the hospital. I’m sorry.

The location and bed number are also attached to it.

I thought about it for half a minute and returned him with a “good” word.

I followed the text to the hospital and found intensive care all the way.

He pushed the door with great expectation, but saw the old man on the bed shaking his head with music and cutting his apple knife.

I’ll turn my head and go.

“Wandering! Meng-hyun called me in the back, and his voice was so dumb, and he had a little tremor right now, and it sounded even more gruesome.

I took a step and looked at a position where he was ready to get out of bed: “Don’t move.” I’m sorry.

“When Meng asked me to come, you didn’t die, I took chopsticks. I’m sorry.

When the voice fell, the eyebrow and mouth were pulled down.

The white man with the horns leaned on the bed, strangling the apples in his hand: “As long as I’ve had a problem with my body lately, your big brother has not lied to you.” I’m sorry.

I’m not doing anything.

Meng smiled with shame and asked for more: “I’ll wait and be CT, see if you can be with me…”

I took my feet out of the ward.

Ten minutes later, the door was pulled from inside, and Mengyee saw me on the bench, with the shrouded eyes coming out of the light called surprise.

I asked him where the CT section was.

Time is running out for the night.

I don’t care what the old man says, and I’m gonna take a cab home for dinner.

Meng arrived in a hurry to settle down and send me downstairs.

In the elevator, we stand side by side, silent.

“What does the doctor say?” I’m sorry.

I looked at the number of jumps on the screen: “The result is not yet out. I’m sorry.

A little silence again.

When the elevator door opened, he opened his lips again: “How are you and the Lu family? I’m sorry.

I’ve never been a secret in my life.

I took the first step out of the elevator and put my hands in my bags: “Just, just like that. I’m sorry.

“Don’t you want to take him home? I’m sorry.

That’s enough of me.

I don’t have plans to meet my parents at this point, and I miss my mother, and I can’t help but think about her.

I’ve been looking for a reason, and Meng never went on with it.

When I got home, Lukoh was calling someone on the balcony.

And he laughter like that through the glass door, and it floats in my ear.

“A fool, of course he won’t forget you. I’m sorry.

I stopped moving my shoes and stood at the door silently.

I was surprised when I hung up and turned around.

“When did you get back, baby? I’m sorry.

I put down my phone and he pushed the glass door at me, somehow, like a stupid dog.

I’ve got lips on my face, and I’m used to touching his head:

“Just get back. Who are you calling?”

“It doesn’t matter, hey. I’m sorry.

“Baby, Valentine’s Day is coming.”

There’s an unstoppable swing in the tail.

Lukkok knows romance, remembers every holiday and prepares gifts ahead of schedule. Funny, he always wanted to surprise me, but he couldn’t hide.

Looks like you’re asking about gifts.

It’s just, who is it?

I bowed my head and opened the microblog, and I gave a compliment to some guy on the front page who shared a cat’s head.

Valentine’s Day is getting closer, Lukoku is completely humanized and his eyes are numbered.

He’s been very interesting to me, and I’ve hit him several times and learned that he’s prepared a big surprise for me.

“What is it? * I’m looking forward to my fingers scratching the chin of the Whisper. *

It’s so comfortable to hum, but not to say.

I’m surprised to say he’s pretty cool this time.

He was so lazy with his face.

“You’ll have to wait for it anyway. You’ll love it! I’m sorry.

He wouldn’t say one more word. I had to kiss him on the forehead as a reward.

I promised him I would wait until the day of the surprise.

Unfortunately, someone didn’t give me the chance.

On Valentine’s Eve, I was cooking noodles in the kitchen, and the phone that I left next to was ringing, and I opened a letter with my hands wiped, and I found the group blowing up again.

The words “fuck you” and “well, you’re a fairy” and I started to go up to the chat record, out of gossip.

The starting point is a video that looks at the voice.

I opened with a little doubt, and the next moment I could not just open my eyes and breathe.

It’s a pair lying in a velvet box, with very clean pink earrings, and tanned under the light, and glamorous, astonishing as to what can be said.

As the distance draws closer, the pink drill is presented in all directions in front of the lens, be it transparency, purity or saturation.

I’m impressed.

This little girl does have something.

I thought of something to do with the wind.

And then he started to go crazy about Et Quith.

L: What’s wrong with you?

L: What’s wrong with you?

L: What’s wrong with you?

L: What’s wrong with you?

L: What’s wrong with you?

I don’t know.

I’ve been looking at it, and I’ve got a “?” on the screen.

Behind the Luk, a heavy bomb was dropped in the group.

Guthing! I’ve worked so hard for half a month, so you’re out? He was anxious in his speech.

“Can’t you just fucking wait a few days and show off? I’m sorry.

It’s a little big, and I scratched my head and I don’t understand what’s going on.

Soon, a video call came in.

As of today, I thought Lukochi was a brain.

Until Guths wrote the pink earring.

I can’t believe he’s prepared a pink necklace for me, but he’s also tweaked Gudsing’s earring.

“The diamond was chosen for us. She didn’t have a boyfriend, but she wanted to experience it on Valentine’s Day.”

The man was still there to defend himself.

I bowed my head and ate my noodles so that I could be humiliated in the heart.

It’s a good “selection for us” and a good feeling to get a gift.

“Tomorrow, I’ll meet you at sea.” I’m sorry.

“I will, I will, I will.” I’m sorry.

After that, I hung up on the phone and got up on the balcony and pulled out a golf club.

Who wouldn’t give this gift?

I sent Meng a message to make him transfer.

Men say nothing and hit me with $2 million.

“Is that enough?”

I’m givin’ a club, pulling my mouth off.

It’s a double charge, of course.

When I charged my phone, the screen automatically unlocked, and the curtains were shown by the gang of friends with a bad top left corner 99+.

See or not, it’s a problem.

I sharpened my back teeth, and I lit in.

Who knows what’ll happen.

I’ve caught an interesting thing.

There’s an ID called “Mr. Zhao” under the air of Lukochi.

Mr. Zhao: What are you doing? We’re all from childhood. We don’t have to do this for outsiders. I’m sorry.

I’ve never heard a sound. It’s a little thin. It’s a short talk.

I don’t know. Two more.

Mr. Zhao: “Now there are too many girls, good girls like me, and I’m too late for you, so don’t play with her.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhao: It’s normal for a little girl to love beauty and beauty, and we know what’s good for the heartless outside. I’m sorry.

The rest of the voice is basically the way it’s supposed to be.

I didn’t say anything about me, but it seemed like I was scolding everywhere.

This man is very hostile to me.

I went to his friend’s circle, mostly with fancy pictures.

I can’t imagine when I’ve offended him for half a day, and we should have never had an intersection, except for the last time I saw his name in a group and knew that he was studying abroad.

That’s all.

Then there is only one possibility.

Right now, Mr. Zhao is talking to people.

I changed a comfortable position on the couch and started typing.

Mr. Zhao: I’ll be back from Russia in two days and take you to high school! I’m sorry.

“The whole house is paid for by Mr. Zhao / with a smile. I’m sorry.

Noooo, “The male atmosphere! I’ll do it, boys! I’m sorry.

JONI: “We’re having a birthday. Don’t forget to buy us a present.”

“What is your dog’s name?” I’m sorry.

And while I’m saying this, Gussin has a voice:

“I’m sorry, Bro, I’m so happy to have received your gift. I’m sorry.

Two pieces of news went together, and the crowd got into a weird quiet.

Mr. Zhao first sent one: “What do you mean? I’m sorry.

I’m happy.

Butterflies: “No? Why did you just scream so hard? I’m sorry.

Butterfly said, “You’re going to be a dog licker, you’re going to be a dog licker, and now it’s time to come home, and everybody else is acting, and you sit at the table with the dog.” I’m sorry.

Twenty-thirty people were talking again, which was a sign before the storm.

I flipped a couple of chips out of a cup of tea.

Even if you’re sick of your boyfriend and your green tea, why does the cat and dog come out and jump?

I have never mentioned my family’s life on my own initiative since Lugun was declared, nor does it concern me that I am the daughter of the Mon family.

I only want to be in love with two people, not the others. I didn’t expect one day his friends would take it from me and scream loud and loud.

A million-class pink drill to get your mother’s head.

I’m laughing, double the speed of hand.

“Why didn’t Mr. Zhao return to his father’s grave?” I’m sorry.

Butterfly: “How can Guo Si-sing not survive tonight? I’m sorry.

But he said: “I am indeed a woman, but I did not earn money, but you left the pig’s brain in the land of China.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhao was angry and he was angry.

We went from physical assault to greeting each other’s families, from the family book to the family tree, and finally even the dogs of the 18 villages of their ancestors.

Then he couldn’t even type, so he just went through 60s, and I didn’t even want to hear it.

I can see with my toes, there’s absolutely no good word.

Moreover, like Song Wei dream, he has a great lack of terminology in the country ‘ s unrenowned linguistic cultural heritage, and he is very boring to listen to.

I’ve chosen to respond directly: “Good teeth, we need a dog at my door. Please come to work tomorrow. I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhao is more mad.

I couldn’t bear to give him a new lesson when he sent out the 30th “What are you?”

“Where I die is your grave.” I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhao: Bitch!

“I was wrong, I gave you 50 cents, and now I’m going to the supermarket and I’m going to shake it and come back and talk.” I’m sorry.

After the end of the period, I immediately launched the transfer to the specified user and then exited the Twitter to shut down the phone.

The net’s out, the grudge’s off.

I’m kidding. I’ve got a hard fight tomorrow.

I was suffocated with my breath and my bed covered by the covers.

I’m looking forward to seeing both of them pulled away by an ambulance.

Valentine’s Day is on schedule.

I couldn’t bear to put on a glass and put on half a day’s makeup, a bad girl’s fumigation that I was very satisfied with. “Don’t mess with me.”

Nice.

I’m happy to have the bag and the club out the door.

It is a well-known local high-end restaurant, which provides underground parking and monitors, but not much.

I drove two laps inside, and it was hard to find a surveillance blind zone.

I’m writing down the position, and I’m sending a tweet to Lugo: “Are we there yet? I’m sorry.

Lukku didn’t reply.

I left my eyes open and went upstairs and withdrew the box that had been booked in advance and moved the seat to the lobby.

After 20 minutes, Lukok, led by the manager, came here.

After him, he did follow a white dress with a crystal hair card on his head.

“Why don’t you sit in the box? * * * * * * I’m so happy to be *

And We turned away from his hand: “Why not return the news? Has the rice gone to Siberia?” I’m sorry.

“There’s a bit of traffic in the road, or should we go in?” I’m sorry.

It’s the right time to eat, and the halls are starting to rise, and I’ve chosen the center, and people are passing around.

We’ve got three faces here, and we’ve got a strange vibe around us, and we’ve got a lot of people looking over here.

I know I’m angry, and I’m afraid I’m angry in public.

My vision has been ignored since the slow turn of his face, and I am now trying to keep my smile on.

She put the eyelashes on their roots today, and the bedsides were powdered, with a little red.

She’s opening her eyes, and she’s wearing a dress, and the whole person looks like a white flower.

This guy made me laugh.

And I raised my chin a little, and I said, “Just sit here and say, “What’s wrong with her?” I’m sorry.

I have to lose because I insist.

He pulls out of my chair and whispers, “I’m mad at you again. I’m sorry.

He said he’d look at the sound of the voice with his twirling head, with his eyes on the side of his eyes, and his eyes on his red lips, and he’d be sadder:

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I ruined your surprise. I’m sorry.

Why does that sound familiar?

I pulled out my ears and asked her if she was happy to get a gift from someone else’s boyfriend on Valentine’s Day.

“I haven’t been in love since I was a kid, and I haven’t received a Valentine’s Day present. Django just wants to help me fulfill my wish, sister. I’m sorry.

I said, “What do you want with Lu, if you want a gift, you go and find it or buy it yourself? He’s the bitch from the wish pool? I’m sorry.

Look at me. Look at me.

“I know you’ve never liked me, and I’ve thought about a lot of ways to make it up, but I’m too stupid to screw everything up. She’s dark and looks at Lukoi from time to time: “It’s my fault my sister hates me. I’m sorry.

Speaking of these two sentences, she seemed to have said something, whether it was intentional or not.

I looked up and looked around a week, and the people at the next table were attracted to her and were secretly looking at the three of us, all curious and gossip.

And even worse, when she cried so much, she watched me sit there, with cold eyes on my arms, and I could not help but shake her head, whisper to those around her, look at my eyes, concealing false accusations.

It doesn’t matter to me, but I’ve always had such a good face, and I can’t stand the look on my face right now, and I’m gonna put one of my hands on the other.

He stopped listening to the sound of the suspense and pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and pushed it into my face: “Long, this is my gift for you. Open it! I’m sorry.

I looked down at the box, and I didn’t move:

“Is this Miss Gu’s pink diamond from last night?

“I’ve seen it. It’s good. I’m sorry.

It’s a bit awkward, and she opened the box with his hands and hands: “She’s got a little bit of a earring, and she doesn’t have the big one in your hand…”

“Oh, yeah,” I was surprised to pick it up for a minute. “Really. I’m sorry.

I didn’t hesitate to put things in my pocket.

I thought I’d take it.

He came up and blinked at me, and he said, “Long, I’m hungry, let’s order. I’m sorry.

I nodded and smiled the same: “If you’re sorry, go back. I’m sorry.

As soon as that came out, the hands of the Rudd menu were standing in the middle of the sky, serving as the sound of the air for half a day, and there was an instant panic on the face.

She’s looking for help.

“Long, you see, it’s noon, so let’s eat together…”

I laughed and interrupted his bullshit:

“I ask you, what day is today? I’m sorry.

“Yes, Valentine’s Day.” I’m sorry.

“But I am not familiar here, and there is nowhere else to go.” Don’t worry, I won’t interrupt your date. I’m sorry.

Her tears came and she wanted to hand her the paper and to take me into account.

I went back to the chair and said, “There’s no place to sit in the police station, and there’s trouble finding the police, what is he doing?”

“Do you know what day it is? You had to come here when someone else was dating. I’m sorry.

And the sobbing of the rosy sound stopped, and she had half her lips, and her breath was cut off from her throat, and it was funny.

Wrinkled in plain sight, disapproving.

I drew a few menus, and I didn’t lift my head: “There are only two sets of dishes on this table today, and you’ll see. I’m sorry.

“Do you have to make everyone happy without coming down?”

He looked at himself and said, “The sound was wrong, but you wouldn’t have received this perfect gift without her.”

“She’s younger than you, she’s born childish, can’t you forgive her this time? I’m sorry.

I waved to the waiter and handed over the menu to him before I turned back to the eyes of the surface with their complaints.

“First of all, she made a personal promise after she ruined my birthday. * I’ve been staring at the sound of my sobbing * I’m sorry.

She was like a quail and her face turned red and red.

And I turned my eyes back and asked Lu Lu, “She is younger than me, and I die before her. Why do you not persuade her to respect me and do not seek anything?” I’m sorry.

I choked the sky, and I stopped talking, and I didn’t know how to return.

I’m tired of knocking on the table and making him feel it.

And he saw him hesitate, and he bit his teeth, and stood up with his nose: “Then I will go.” I’m sorry.

She said, “I’m going to go home today, and I won’t bother you again.” I’m sorry.

Her voice just fell and stood up:

“No way!”

And I set my head against my head, but I leaned behind my ears, and a little bit of the cherries fell upon my eyes.

When I went to Gusing, I found out that she was wearing a high-collar dress today, and then I realized that the morning was long gone and that there was blood in her heart.

“Where were you last night?” I’m sorry.

He’s down, he’s in shock.

It’s also white, but there’s something in it that’s lost.

That’s it. What can I not understand?

Just as I was about to get up and smash the glass out, there was a noise coming from behind me:

“Are you guys making an idol?

No need to look back, I can imagine Meng’s hand in a bag with a big show.

Mr. Meng? “Just a little misunderstanding with your girlfriend.” I’m sorry.

Meng-chul didn’t say anything.

“We’ve been missing for days. I’m sorry.

I didn’t listen to him, but it was “you know him.” I’m sorry.

I don’t want to talk to him about it, but I want to see his strange face, “You’re cheating, right? I’m sorry.

People around me who eat melons look like copper bells, they don’t dress up, and they look at me, and they just sit at my table and watch.

It’s hard to look right with a red face and not look up to me.

Whipby.

I’m sick and I’m going to greet his family.

Gusing suddenly got so sad and stood up in front of him.

She had a glistening look in her eyes, and she said, “Rushman, I and Django were young, and we had an engagement.

“I heard you met on the subway. You should have no idea. It was the first time that Django had taken the subway to visit me at school.

“He was with you because he didn’t know his heart. I drank too much last night.

She said that she had come here to stop for two seconds and to leave her face in shame: “Then we were honest and we found each other very fond of each other.”

“You’ve got Master Meng, can you spare Bro? I’m sorry.

That’s what she said on the landing. The look in her eyes is called an emotional vein.

I heard the last two words were complicated, and my eyes were moving between Meng and me.

I’m sick in my stomach, and I don’t say a word about wringing the kettle cap on the table and putting all the water on the face of the two.

“Yay! “The voice of Gussing was thrown into the air near me, and she screamed, and she turned and fell into the open arms.

The beads ticked from the man’s hair, held her tight, and had red eyes: “It’s all my fault. You can scold me, but the sound is too drunk, and she knows nothing.” I’m sorry.

Besides, he’s black and he’s snorting hard, “You and Meng are not sure, we’re even.” I’m sorry.

Meng, who was suddenly drawn into the battlefield, was surprised and moved back.

I was also laughed at by this disgraceful water spill: “As a result of the two of you, I suddenly realized that the city’s garbage was in place. I’m sorry.

I sharpened my back teeth, shivering a cigarette from my bag, trying to calm down, but I found no lighter.

“Why do I not know that you smoke?” Do you always pretend to be innocent to me? I’m sorry.

Meng, who became the background board, took away the smoke and said, “She smokes not only, but also, he or she smokes dirty dogs…”

Luk Luk was shocked and vigilantly moved back.

Late.

I pushed the table and laughed at him: “He was right. I’m sorry.

One of the arrows I pulled out of his arms was Guthsing, and the right and right hand was slapping her in the face.

I turned my back and slapped him in the face, and the sea of Lau, with his hair on it, was scattered.

And all that happened was between the Electro-Firestone, and I took back my hands, and I looked at them with their faces covered in their faces, and I didn’t even know what was going on.

Mon whispered in the back.

I photographed the ashes that did not exist on my hands and appreciated the two tall, swollen cheeks.

And Luk returned to Him, and opened his mouth to say, and We broke his voice: “You were dumped. I’m sorry.

His pupils had shrunk, his face was white and his voice had been lost.

I don’t know who he looks like.

“I love the festive gifts that you have given me, and I hope that my return will make you remember. I’m sorry.

I’ve smugly smitten my hair and her red eyes are filled with hatred, but her body is not able to strut in the air.

He never moved again, and he groaned his lips and cried softly.

They’re willing to show their love in public, but I don’t want to see it.

I turned my face away, and I looked with my eyes to clear the battlefield, and I went out with my purse.

It wasn’t until I got in the car that my mood was slightly smoothed.

Meng then squeezed into the side-drive and put on his seat belt: “Where to? I’m sorry.

I dropped the window and looked in the elevator’s direction, and I wasn’t in my mind: “What’s the hurry, wait? I’m sorry.

He’s been quiet for two seconds, and he’s used to having a little bit of hesitation in the low-silent voice line: “What are you, trying to hit them with a car?” I’m sorry.

I gave him a look at his arms.

“…he can’t stop coughing, “What are you waiting for? I’m sorry.

I’m talking about the trunk of the trunk, and I’m happy to get to my teeth: “I’ve brought golf clubs today, and I’ll have to get them to the hospital.” I’m sorry.

He had a strange look on his face, and then a moment later, he had the unwitting smirk over his face:

“The rule of law curator is with me.” I’m sorry.

I’m not gonna change my face, I’m gonna laugh on my back, “What if they let me wear a green hat?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t talk, he turned his head and looked at me in peace, and the dark, dark eyes were pouring over the emotions I couldn’t understand.

“You’re angry. He used a positive sentence.

I fell down on the steering wheel, and I was like:

“Don’t you hear the voice of Gudming? Luk was chasing me out of a fresh sense of freshness, and I loved it with all my heart. I’m sorry.

The more I want to be angry, the more I want to be angry: “Isn’t this pure disgusting? I’m sorry.

“I understand. I’m sorry.

“What do you understand?”

And he stretched out two boned fingers and lifted me from the wheel: “I’ll take care of this, and now drive, and I’ll take you to dinner.” I’m sorry.

“What do you want to do?” I’m sorry.

And this time he will return to the way he used to laugh, and he will be calm, and his eyes will spread out: “You will be satisfied.” I’m sorry.

He stopped talking, and I couldn’t follow.

It’s just a bit of an accident.

My big brother in name has taken over the company for years. He’s a real workaholic. I had just returned to Meng’s house and heard his footsteps passing through the door every night.

He’s in my eyes as a “work machine for trouble.” Can you really give him that?

We haven’t been in touch since the last time we swung in the sea.

On the same day, Meng asked someone to change the doorlock of my apartment, the clothes of Luqu, and he sent them back to Lu’s house.

I’ve pulled all my contacts, and I’ve given up my many friends who have torn my memory.

In it are friends of Luk, and Guthing. I am not in a circle with them, and there is no need to interact.

It’s worth mentioning that there’s an ID girl in the group, Little Worm, who volunteered to send me a friend. I’ve been thinking about it for half a day, and I can’t remember who it is.

I did so with the idea that the army would hide the water.

However, the other party soon made an opening statement, stating that it was not here to provoke.

On the contrary, she particularly admired my hand’s conduct in tearing down the voice.

I figured this was a teammate.

It’s not like that. The small grain is a little piece of writing that makes clear the grievances between the two.

Turns out she and Guthing went to college together and even now his boyfriend was introduced by Guthing.

At first, she was grateful to the matchmaker for not saying that she was a good sister, that she had a nice dress bag on a shopping date.

Just when she thought she had a good relationship with her, she was blindfolded directly by Sing.

In the middle of the night, Ms. Gu said she wanted to eat some cheesy. It’s an off-site red shop, but also focused on her boyfriend’s business.

So Shau’s heartless boyfriend drove for dozens of miles in the night, waiting downstairs in the morning to bring her a few boxes of snacks.

Something like that has happened more than once.

When she finally offered to talk to Guthsing, Guthsing said nothing, “Don’t talk to her again, I’m afraid of a misunderstanding” and then sent him to La Hae.

As a result, Xiaowei had a big fight with her late boyfriend, who accused her of being careless and of saying that Xiaowei was overthought while crying.

A few days later, Guthsing was patting his ass with Rudd, and they were still in the Cold War.

I’m going over and over and over again in the dialogue box, and I’m not going to get it out.

I’m no good to myself.

Listen to Siu-wo. On Valentine’s Day that night, Lukochi announced it to Mr. Guthsi.

Two people at KTV sing a love song with the eyes of Ruth called a sweet one.

I put that picture in my head, and I got goose bumps.

She also said that many of her friends were there that night, and that it was not my fault that her brother was too good and popular. She was used to it.

I smiled at the screen.

Siu-wo thinks I’m angry.

I said I was a little sorry.

“Does it separate you from Luk? I’m sorry.

No, I’m sorry it was light that day so they could go out at night.

Little Worm sent a nice face bag.

Before concluding the conversation, she reminded me of Song Wei dream:

“If she invites you to a birthday party, don’t say yes. Mr. Zhao is back. They just want you to make a scene in front of the public so they can make a sound out of you. I’m sorry.

There’s fear in the soft voice of the little swathe.

I was lying on the couch and I was shaking my legs and slowly giving her a smile.

It’s hard to say who’s gonna make a fool of it.

On the weekend, Meng pulled me to the hospital to see Meng Yi.

I don’t really want to go, but I can’t tell you what I’m saying when I’m talking to him.

I had to follow him and listen to Munyeon all day.

By nightfall, Meng picks up a warmpot and calls me to the canteen for dinner.

We waited for the elevator to discuss something to eat, and the door opened and there were two unexpected people in it.

One hand, Gussing, put together a dirty dress, while at the same time holding up the swollen face of the nose, two people with their teeth on their lips saw me, and they changed their faces.

I couldn’t bear the footprints on their hair and white shirts and laughed.

I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to do this.

She bites her lips and complains: “Ang Myung, you have gone too far!” You can’t have him beaten even if you hate him!

“You’re breaking the law! I’m sorry.

I close my smile and I walk up to her and grab her chin and look left and right.

“What are you looking at?”

It’s just as tense as it is.

I didn’t even look at him. “You didn’t wash your face in the morning. I see it’s full of confidence. I’m sorry.

I let go of my hand and my face is like, “One of you can recycle the garbage, one of you can recycle it, and one of you can make me think about it. I’m sorry.

“It’s really not you.” I’m sorry.

I threw him out of the car with electric shock.

“I dared to come up here and scream again. Don’t blame me for hitting my dog without looking at my master. I’m sorry.

Meng dazzled his lips and noticed him.

He’s biting his teeth and he’s trying to say something.

He was unconscious and he was watching the elevator door close.

I took out a tissue to wipe my hand, and I couldn’t help but wonder: “I don’t know who’s kind.” I’m sorry.

Meng-on-one reshuffled the line key.

“It’s you.” I’m sorry.

He finally turned his face, and he was in the wrong place:

“There’s something wrong with his own development project, and it’s not so lucky to look at others.

And I’m just taking it to his former colleague.

“They’re all humans. They don’t even have any surveillance in the alley. I’m sorry.

I clapping my hands, “You’re still high-handed.” I’m sorry.

Quiet, murder with a knife.

He’s so good at taking his feet to the elevator: “Thank you. I’m sorry.

On my way home, I was bored and I couldn’t stop looking at Meng who drove.

To be honest, his appearance is no worse than that of the land.

The eyebrow was raised, the eyelids were deep, and the side of the cheeks were drawn, as if it were the same as when the hospital first met six years ago.

I guess it’s a lot more timid than before.

When Meng turned around, he noticed my sight and said, “What can I say?” I’m sorry.

I’m shaking my head for a while.

Six years ago, my mother was in intensive care, and I was in a big hospital with no flies.

It was Meng who showed me the procedure and told me how to take the medicine and pay for it.

After running, he personally managed my mother’s affairs, and spent a lot of effort and money on the whole process, from cremation to burial, to let her go.

I will never forget these two gifts alone.

It is that, upon returning to Meng’s house, I have never looked good for Meng, but I have been able to guide my parents’ divorce to Meng Yi and to please him.

When we were children, We cursed the man who had broken the Mon family apart several times, and my mother turned away, saying that he was only two years old when he was brought back.

She said it was never that kid.

I don’t understand.

Until Meng-I appeared at the moment I needed most, one night I woke up in a dream and saw him rubbing his eyes in front of my mother’s bed.

I knew I could never hate him in my life.

When I got off, I solemnly thanked Meng and said I was happy.

He was sitting in the car without moving, and half his face was covered in darkness, and he was still able to distinguish between the meanings.

“Go back now. I’m sorry.

I bend my lips and waved at him and went upstairs.

When the lights were on in the living room, I heard the sound of the car starting the engine downstairs.

I’ve been lying at home for two days and I find it’s not for me.

So I decided to restore my status as a worker and get a good job as a fisher.

I didn’t find the job yet, but I went to a group search.

“Put down those women who have failed to touch the china gate. I’m sorry.

“A young man will not be defeated by the sky? I’m sorry.

“The rich two generations have been tricked into a million-grade pink diamond.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know.

I’m curious about the title. What is it?

When we’re through with the link, my face is completely black.

There were lots of posts, and the hottest one spread almost a thousand words, and brought to the public’s attention my grudges with Luk and Guthing.

But that bitch-in-law twisted the truth and made me jealous and told me that I was in love with Luk-san and I was being chased.

She also wrote that I knew that the man had been engaged to be a child and that he had been forced to be with me on three or four occasions under the threat of jade disease and suicide.

The good ones love nothing but the good ones, leaving with tears.

It is good to see in heaven that my foot on two ships is publicly revealed, but I will not repent, and I have taken away a million-grade pink diamond from the two generations rich.

The post says all the people involved are using aliases, and I look at the frequent appearances of Miss Gu and Lu and think about it.

What’s the fucking difference between a name and a name?

No, the point is it’s too much! I’ll kill myself?

My mental health is so that I can put my host’s whole family in the ground in minutes, without two fragrances on the air.

I went down to the comment section, and it was true that someone had taken out the three of us, as well as the self-proclaimed “I testify that everything the director said was true.”

“…”

I have a headache.

“Lunny, I see someone leaking your message, which is bad for you.” I’m sorry.

I’ve looked up, I’ve seen a lot of bad comments.

She was right, and in the event of an accident, my mobile phone would soon receive verbal abuse and harassment from outside, and, more seriously, it might be possible for anyone to come and throw red paint at my door.

Now the Internet is too angry, and the post is so hot, they’re behind it, I don’t believe 10,000.

As a matter of security, I called Meng to explain the consequences.

The man at the end of the listener first silently, then whispered to him:

“You stay in the apartment. I’ll pick you up first. I’ll see you later. I’m sorry.

He speaks very quickly, but he spits very clearly, as if the sound of clarity had the power to calm people.

I wasn’t too scared to listen to him and relax.

There’s a lot of news coming from Shao, and I comforted her, and I opened the post, and I looked for someone who exposed my information.

No one will be spared the false and the abusive.

I’m on the block and the top of my cell phone is popping a little message.

Song Wei-mong, it’s my birthday day after tomorrow.

When I had a finger, I walked out of the chat, and I found the little crotch, and I photographed her head:

“Do you want to see the whole show? I’m sorry.

The little grains, “?

Shape: Think!

It happens that Song’s dream is new:

If you don’t come, you won’t give me face! Angry. I’m sorry.

I had a smile on my lips, and I typed it all the time:

“Okay. I’m sorry.

Meng took me back to Mon’s house.

He asked me what I was going to do. I took the link and threw it at him:

“Takes, of course, the weapons of the law, all of them. I’m sorry.

I’m going to be able to make a lot of money just for moral damage.

He grazed a couple of eyes, and his eyebrow got tighter.

“I have to hire a writer to clarify my identity and then fight back.” I’m sorry.

“You’re a master of the language who still needs someone to write. I’m sorry.

I was right: “I wrote it myself, it must have been the highest number of mothers. I’m sorry.

He choked and said, “That too. I’m sorry.

I’m in the mood to move to the side and make room for him.

He sat down, “You are free.” I’m sorry.

And I sat right there, and I looked serious, and I said, “No man is under a wall of danger. I’m sorry.

And he became curious, and We said, “When a brick is thrown upon a wall of distress,” I’m sorry.

“…”

Meng has been very effective in carrying out one-by-one, and I have already convened a public relations group to launch a videoconference.

I’m holding apples and eating and listening.

Good brother wrinkled, pass a lot of plans.

I still think he’s making a big deal.

I cannot help but cry out to him, “Mong-soon.” I’m sorry.

He didn’t have any broken anger, turned off the microphone, and waited for me to follow.

I bit the apple: “I feel like you’re too serious to sit here for a meeting. You should go in there and screw the screws or put a membrane under the sky bridge. I’m sorry.

He turned his head unsurprisingly.

I smiled, and I said, “Come on, it’s enough to use the usual PR, so I like to keep my head down. I’m sorry.

It’s like he’s scared by my sudden approach and he’s moving backwards:

“Isn’t it too pompous?”

I have no say in my shoulder: “The story of Mon’s old man returning home for his son with the white moon and leaving his wife and daughter for 16 years is also known.”

“Absolutely big bang. I’m sorry.

He softened his lips and dizzled his ink under his eyes. He couldn’t see the mood.

It’s been a long time. He’s got a “sorry.”

I chewed apples and looked up at the ceiling:

“It’s not your fault, my mother and I don’t blame you. I’m sorry.

He returned and resumed the Chair.

The writer worked all night and sent the article to my mailbox.

Meng has read them twice and asked me when I wanted to send them.

I’m in a better mood than a new dress before I fall in the mirror: “Tomorrow, I’ll be at Song’s dream birthday party. I’m sorry.

He leaned on the door, and the sight was on the nail boots at my feet: “Are you sure you’re going with these shoes?” I’m sorry.

And I said, “You don’t understand, it’s for ease of action. I’m sorry.

He was like, “You’re going to ruin it.” I’m sorry.

I picked up my dress and turned around.

“What can I say if I don’t fight?” I’m sorry.

It’s just not clear how much they fight.

Song Wei dream’s birthday party is scheduled to take place under the banner of Zhao’s family and to gather and drink at a private place where we can enjoy our life.

In order to ensure that the war is over, I asked Meng for information about Mr. Zhao and touched him overnight.

This man is really called Mr. Zhao.

His father grew up from the livestock industry, and his lovers were everywhere, and his mother was ill-healthed in the early years.

Even when he left the country for exchange, he flew to Russia every month for fear that his son would suffer in another country.

Thanks to the love of his family and mother, Mr. Zhao became a famous player in the circle.

But it’s a game. The name Guths’ number one licking dog is not empty.

He was said to have confessed to Guthsi by throwing three million dollars and taking a spring ribbon.

Guthsing put down the bracelet very movingly and then rejected him.

Grandma, how can it be so funny.

I shared gossip with Siu-wo and laughed in bed.

She’s had a lot of fun in the video, and she’s been having a lot of fun, and she’s still having a lot of trouble. I’m sorry.

“You don’t believe me? I’m sorry.

Funny, I’ve been fighting with my mom for protection money, and it’s hard for a dog to come by.

I put grapes in my mouth: “Be smart and watch my eyes.” I’m sorry.

“Ah, I’m going to go too.” I’m sorry.

“No,” I said, “You get back, you fight, I don’t know who you are. I’m sorry.

She’s staring at the dog.

The next day, Meng joined us in the morning and was afraid I would be late for dinner.

I was on the couch eating bread and asking him what to panic about.

“Isn’t it a lunch meal?” he wondered.

“It’s not fun to go early and say it’s all over, not one less.” I’m sorry.

He had a long breath:

“I’ll buy you insurance now. Can you make it? I’m sorry.

And I turned my head and thought, “It should be too late.” The coffin will help me make it to the top. Thank you. I’m sorry.

He’s silent.

I hesitated to say, “If you don’t pay me two million more, you can bury me, too, if the rescue fails. I’m sorry.

Meng went back a little later: “No need to be. I’m sorry.

The housemaids took leave and we had to eat the last half of our bread in tears.

Don’t ask. Just keep your stomach waiting.

So near noon, and at the time of Song’s dream, We came to the House with Me and Mon, one by one, blessed.

When I took off my seat belt, I heard him say, “How long will it take?” I’m sorry.

I thought, “It’s almost an hour.” I’m sorry.

He looked down at the watch: “Well, time’s up for me to pick you up. I’m sorry.

I look in the eye and get dressed.

I was led by the waiter outside the box.

Through the fading doors, the room was full of men ‘ s and women ‘ s laughs, accompanied by an endless amount of singing.

I pushed in.

There were at least twenty people in the box who turned around after feeling the noise.

Dozens of eyes were brushed on me, and the big box brakes were quiet, and only the concert on the wall continued.

This battle has caused me to regret twice.

To the effect of that.

I scoured many faces, the Song brothers and sisters, Gu Xing, Lu Xing, Joni, Xiaowei…

Finally, the sofa centre is locked in a hand-held microphone with a more twilight yellow hair.

This is Master Zhao.

I looked back and smiled silently at Song’s dream: “Happy birthday, Miss Song.” I’m sorry.

She exchanged her eyes with those around her, and she looked at me for seconds, and looked away. I’m sorry.

I found myself an empty seat near the door with my own whispers.

Mr. Zhao’s eyes never left me, and he didn’t know what Gu Xing had said to him.

Song Xiao, get up and say hi.

Thirty-two percent of them came together to roll dice and sing, and none of them came to me.

Naked and isolated.

Childish.

I don’t look down, I automatically block all bad eyes, and I start eating when I get caught.

In the meantime, Lukoku tried to go this way a few times, but they were pulled by Mision.

Not long after the waiter knocked in and started serving.

I took my eye phone and it was almost half an hour ago.

I have to say, Song Wei dream picks very well, and all the squirrels, Lobsters, Yangzhou lions are very good for my taste.

I’ve decided to eat as much as I can, because waste is a sin.

When the food is ready, Song’s dream doesn’t rush.

She started with a long opening speech and took a few minutes to call her best friend and thank her for her company.

In particular, when it comes to Guthsing, the other side covers his mouth, his eyes flash and he can’t speak.

It’s hard to wait for the two of them to get tired of talking about breaking the gift chain.

The rest of the people are on their way to my side.

I’ve got my eyebrows up: Good guy, wait here.

A half-metre-high gift wall piled up in the corner of the wall, and Song Wei dreamed with joy, and several were demolished.

Her brother sent a limited version of the hand-made doll; her sister, Joni, had a good eye for a large set of perfumes; Rusty’s gift was the latest LV.

Mr. Zhao was different, however, when he ordered a Porsche of iceberry powder, and Song’s dream was to see the car keys and photographs, and his eyes were lit ten times more immediately.

She was surprised to scream and to open the box of Sithing.

Guthsing has a few things to say that Master Zhao’s son Ju Juyu was in front of her gift.

Song’s dream was full of “It’s all right, Zhao’s brother is too luxurious to compare the table.” I’m sorry.

She couldn’t wait to lift the box, but the radians of her mouth went down the next second.

Gutsing has a bit of a hang-up on his face.

I looked around my neck, and there was a fine wristwatch for a pretty woman, but not a brand,

Not even Cartier.

I can’t stand it this time.

More than 20 eyes fell on me again.

“Dreaming, I think it’s good for you…”

Song’s dream was not cold enough to avoid her, but to raise my chin.

“If it’s also something of no value, there’s no need for shame. I’m sorry.

She used the word “also” very cleverly, and it struck someone, and she was sobbing.

I thought it was funny. I pulled a box out of the bag, put it on the table, and slowly turned to her.

Song’s dream is not so strong.

“I’ve never seen anything so fake. I’m sorry.

I’m holding on again.

That’s the baby I pulled out of Meng’s safe.

The whole pearl necklace is designed on two layers, enough for a hundred and eight Southern Australian whites, each of which is an auroral Venus, round and perfect.

I’m so far away, I can see the light of them all silky.

It’s a priceless piece of shit.

I stopped the Song Wei dream that I was going to throw away: “This chain is expensive, don’t you want it? I’m sorry.

Mr. Zhao laughed at the pig and said, “How expensive is it?” Three for 10 bucks? I’m sorry.

I wonder if this guy’s got a sense of decency: “For you, ten cars.” I’m sorry.

It’s not a lie. Soon after Meng filmed the necklace, Macau’s rich woman came a long way and offered to buy it home.

I just don’t know why Meng didn’t agree.

And when Our voice fell down, and the whole box was silent for two seconds, a sudden burst of laughter.

Smiling on the shoulders of the earth, it’s even more so when the fists are on the lips.

I can’t even get a hold of it.

“Sister, you dare blow me off, I’ll walk alone for a six. I’m sorry.

Song’s dream turned the box back and mocked: “The poor and the poor and the poor are hopeless.” I’m sorry.

“You’re not to blame even if you come empty-handed. I’m sorry.

I put my bracelet in the box with joy: “It’s not appropriate.

“I knew Miss Song couldn’t see the pearls, and I went to the store to pack a watch. I’m sorry.

She smiled like a white flower in her face.

Song’s dream reminds me of this.

There is no one to run the business, but it’s also a good book. As an only daughter, Guthsing eats and wears the same way as their rich generation.

Besides, the little sisters didn’t seem to have missed her.

She’s wearing her own Bogarly today, but she’s giving her best friend a card for her birthday.

I don’t know what she thinks.

During the meal, Guo realized the coldness of Song’s dream and began to make amends.

She’s a cuisine and a funny thing, but she’s not as close as she used to be.

I gnawed on a row and looked across the street.

Guo Si-sing was down five times and the sweet white flower was about to fall. “How can you cuisine? You eat more yourself. I’m sorry.

Song Wei dream about putting down chopsticks “It’s hard to convince your girlfriend that I don’t know what I need. I’m sorry.

This time, you can’t be wrong.

A number of eyes fell on her voice, and her face began to tear Prada Prada down.

The atmosphere has gradually stabilized.

I was so busy rubbing her tears, and I looked at her dream with a little blame: “The voice knows that you don’t need luxury and have chosen a more compassionate gift for you. You can’t even appreciate it, and you shouldn’t have made it difficult for her. I’m sorry.

Song’s dream turned red, and he started to tap at the table: “Who is upset with her?” Why are you crying in front of me? I’m sorry.

I’ve seen each other’s eyes, and I’ve seen the word “pussy.”

It’s not like the script I worked out.

There’s no fighting over there. Song Xiao and others are coming out to play the round.

Mr. Zhao’s eyes were turned and his eyes were slammed into my eyes.

Coming!

So he’s fat, and he means, “Who’s this? Who’s this? I’m sorry.

I didn’t pay attention to him.

I thought Mr. Zhao saw my silence as a loss, and he suddenly increased his voice: “You have a face to eat.” I’m sorry.

There’s nothing I can’t do. I can’t lift you until I’m full.

But I didn’t say that. I have to wait.

I’m sorry for the anger I’ve been holding these days.

I don’t think a man like Zhao is enough to get his teeth stitched.

I’m sitting here, and I’m scrawling with a spoonful of shrimp: “What are you yelling for? I’m sorry.

That’s right. Let’s give it to civilization.

Mr. Zhao said, “Yo, I’m happy, I’m so happy, I’m so happy that I’m so happy that I don’t think she’s worthy, but you’re using her face as a pass.” I’m sorry.

People were laughing.

And he grew more and more enraged: “I have also seen all kinds of women abroad, except for today. Some people left us and couldn’t even eat a bowl. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. I’m sorry.

He’s got two little eyes on his face and he’s laughing.

Guthsi said I was embarrassed and my back didn’t hurt and I didn’t cry.

She smiled at a lady’s lips: “Big Zhao, don’t talk about Wanderer, she’s bad enough.” I’m sorry.

“You’re just too kind, not like someone who knows, destroys their happiness and faces. I’m sorry.

I forced myself to hold it.

What kind of arm is that?

I looked up for the source of the sound, the ass-wipe I never saw before.

“How dare you deny it?” I’m sorry.

So I went to the lion’s head, and I said, “Yeah, right. I’m sorry.

Gushu’s face is green.

Look at that pig teammate speaking.

“The past is over, but it’s too much for you to cheat on Brother Bing, and I think you owe him an apology for being so nice to you. I’m sorry.

She looked down on the ground, and the other side was caught in public with a green hat.

“and return the diamonds. #JONI SUPPLY.

Mr. Zhao waved: “How is it possible that such women never get in?” I’m sorry.

It’s been a long time since we’ve had a lot of fun.

“I’ve got to speak straight, I’ve got to have a face. I’m sorry.

“Was it so disgusting that you used to fight for your brother? I’m sorry.

“It’s either that or we’ll take care of Big Brother’s face, or what are you?” I’m sorry.

“Remember in the future to ask your friends to shine their eyes and not to let her in. I’m sorry.

There is a great emotion among mankind, and it is with thee that thou shalt crucify me on the earth.

I don’t say anything. I eat and watch.

Ten minutes remain until we have all taken the floor.

Master Zhao thought I had been beaten down and tried to escape with deafness.

He pulls two bundles of cash out of his bag and laughs and throws it in the middle of the table: “Are you going to do anything if you can make money anyway? I’m sorry.

Quiet all over the place. I stopped and looked at him faceless.

The reaction probably gave him the illusion that he was able to squeeze me, and he said, “Although your face is so different from the photo, I’m in a good mood today and I’m willing to do charity. I’m sorry.

He looked me in the eye and looked me in the face, and he looked me in the face.

“As long as you’re naked and crawling around the house, it’s all yours.

“The right and the left make money.

All the funny eyes fell on me again.

“All right, let’s go, let’s go.” I’m sorry.

I didn’t pay attention to him. I gave my eyes to the small grains of fear.

She was relieved without a trace and took her bag to the bathroom, without turning her head off.

I was particularly calm, and I first pulled out a paper towel to clean my mouth and then started to turn the table with a full view.

That two-storey big cake is still intact.

I cut out a few pieces of cake to get up and look at Master Zhao:

“You know why I’m different from the picture? I’m sorry.

I smiled a little and threw a cake out of his head until he answered: “Because I’m your father, I’m changing everything!” I’m sorry.

I said it broke. There was no response.

I grew up and threw the cake all over the place.

“You’re in a good shape. You’re a Russian box that sells Russian heavy assault tanks, 180*180. I’m sorry.

“What’s up? Does your house smell like a coffin in the dirt? I’m sorry.

“Scolding my face? Do you have a cellar? I’m sorry.

“I’m a girl? Your family account book is still an animal encyclopedia! I’m sorry.

When I was walking, I threw the cake and threw the dish, Song Xiao was thrown out of his face, and he jumped and screamed, “What the hell? I’m sorry.

“It’s your grandfather I’ve been born on a Harley Prudoo! I’m sorry.

I put all the paper towels I used in front of her in her mouth.

“Damn trap, let me clear your throat. I’m sorry.

“How can a bunch of valuable organs make you a piece of shit?” I’m sorry.

I naturally wouldn’t stand there, and when everyone jumps on top of the butter soup, I’ll just sit around the table and I’ll go on and on and on and on, and I’ll put the dishes in my hand:

“Happy birthday, Miss Song. I wish you all the insurance you’ll buy in the future. I’m sorry.

“JONI, can you delete your tweets? Can you slap your face? I’m sorry.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’ll take care of you too! I’m sorry.

“I’m not just a man, I’m a man, I’ll take a dog to shit on your grave when you die! I’m sorry.

When he was transferred to Mr. Zhao, he wiped the cream off his face.

I look at each other, and I smile, and I put my hand on his eyelids with the finger that touched the hair of a spicy rabbit.

It’s a bunch of pig-killing screams.

“I don’t look good. You’re so good.

“When you landed, the doctor and nurse who delivered you took your uncle’s head and walked away from you, because you’ve never seen such a life!

“I don’t think you should go to Russia for exchange. You’re better for Mongolia.

“Let me take my clothes off and climb? You should go home and tell your parents at the table.

“Your mother didn’t give you two big pips, and your father didn’t take out seven wolves to fight you to the ground. I’m sorry.

I said grab his ear and drag him straight to the shivering voice of Arthur and Luk.

He scolded Fark all the way.

I pulled out a tissue and rubbed it all over his face and laughed:

“Mr. Zhao’s Chinese is not good, let me teach you. I’m sorry.

I’m going to slap him in the face, and I’m going to slap him in the face. I’m sorry.

“Back up your side of the song, it’s called the Left and Right.” * I didn’t meet * * * * before I met * * her high heels crying *

I had to pick up a pickled cucumber and jump up and smash it on the head of a blue dog: “Justice in heaven!” I’m sorry.

Then he smiled at the frightened son of Zhao, and showed his standard eight teeth: “Do you see, my fucking hand is a hammer, and it’s called “The Flying of Anger.” I’m sorry.

After that, I ran back to my seat and took my bag.

I’m calm! Today’s World War I!

I washed down the stairs and made a scene with Meng, who had come to respond.

He didn’t say his condolences, and I pulled his arm up and ran. I’m sorry.

He doesn’t know, so I’ll take him out.

And so we drove, and we threw the ghost of the water away.

When I got home, Meng listened to my browsing talk, and Joon’s face was lamented, shocked and black-lined.

Finally, with my “Justice in Heaven” sentence, he buried his face deep in his hand:

“You kind of offended that circle. I’m sorry.

I was busy nodding my head: “I’ve been thinking about going abroad for a long time.” I’m sorry.

He’s speechless to his eyes.

And I went on and said, “You think, they’re pre-emptive, denigrating and humiliating, but they’re probably hiccups when they’re weak.

“But I am a piece of iron, and who’s gonna piss me off, and I’m gonna die. I’m sorry.

I blinked, “Is this too much? I’m sorry.

He’s got a lot of words on his face, and he’s suffocating.

I stopped talking and sat on the couch and looked at him.

What is the end of waiting for me if I am here today, not the daughter of the Mon family, but the child of a poor family, or the girl who is afraid?

The man and woman who wear the best brands, who speak the worst words, denigrate and insult a girl with unverified speculation, force her to apologize, and try to crush her personality.

And We bowed down our eyes, and We felt cold.

Fortunately it’s me.

I am the one who feareth not, but corrupteth the bones.

After Meng calmed down, Meng first informed the public relations that the clarifications would be sent for hot search.

I’ve been in peace with Shau, and after hearing my story, she’s so excited that she screams:

“You’re too good. You’re my god, my only sister! I’m sorry.

I’m squeezing, I think I’ve heard that from somewhere.

The small walrus sent me mysteriously a couple of screenshots from her little sisters in the ring who had been poisoned by Zhismin.

“Why don’t you bring out the good stuff earlier?” I’m sorry.

“How can we fight her dog-licking army?” I’m sorry.

“Is your boyfriend here today? I’m sorry.

Her face changed slightly: “I’m sorry, sister, I couldn’t stop him.

“But I’ll break up with him! I’m sorry.

I understand her concerns and do not intend to involve her.

Look at her nervous look in front of the camera, and I’m probably joking, “I don’t care if I have to dig for wild vegetables anyway.” I’m sorry.

She’s laughing at me.

Dig, dig, dig, dig. I’m sorry.

Clarification of rumours, public identity, dozens of letters of attorney, combined with the beating of many wealthy children, finally shocked Mengyee, who carried up a drop-in shelf and drove home overnight.

When he entered the door, Meng-I was on the phone with his family.

Thanks to me, his cell phone has been blown up with accountability since the afternoon.

Meng-hyun sat across from me with a constipated face.

I didn’t have time to look at him, I couldn’t look at the TV cabinet, but my ears were raised, and I snuck around Meng.

He looked at me and pressed the loudspeaker.

“I don’t care where your family came from, she has to apologize to the voice, how can she beat someone?” I’m sorry.

Men say, “It was your daughter who stepped in the first place and planted the following, and what my sister did was only to protect himself.” I’m sorry.

Gu’s mother screams, “You’ve been fighting all over the place to protect yourself.” I’m sorry.

“It’s two things that she can’t protect herself and fight her all over.” I’m sorry.

I turned around, and I couldn’t bear it.

I’d be ashamed if I were those rich kids today, not to say a word.

Your mother’s scolding me.

She throws literature in a set, like a roller-butter, and says I have to come to the door and kneel and apologize.

Meng was not moving, and she was beaten in every way.

Gu’s mother said I was uneducated, and he did not teach me how to be a mistress.

Gu’s mother called me a little son of a bitch, he said he was angry with the mother and discriminated against her species and said that being a son of a bitch was better than being a third child.

Mother says I smoke and drink, and he says I smoke and smoke.

She said to me that I was too hard to hear, and he said he had nothing to say, but lamented that he was true, and that I was worse and worse to hear.

I suspect that the family is an intelligent person whose mother has not yet realized that no matter what she says, she will be rejected word for word by my good brother, who will crush her daughter.

I’m trying to move away, but my ears capture what seems to be crying on the phone.

I’m interested, and I’m going to say hi. I’m sorry.

The sound on the other side has stopped.

“What are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

I wonder, “No?” I heard her cry like that. I thought something happened to your house! I’m sorry.

Silence across the street, but I clearly heard someone breathing.

Munyeon was more of a strangler.

Then I thought, “I know!” I’m sorry.

I’m happy to say, “Miss Gu, is your innocent fiancé killed the car? I’m sorry.

This retrospect completely collapsed and went straight to the phone.

Leave me and Mon alone.

Munyeon shivered his face and tried to say something and his cell phone rings again.

It’s my parents.

I touched my chin and reasonably suspected that their families were now together.

It’s better to say, it’s better to be the mother.

She was polite and admitted that her son hurt me emotionally: “Young people have no experience and wrongly treat true love as brother and sister, it’s no big deal. I’m sorry.

She said, “It’s just that there’s no good in buying and selling and that there’s no good in getting together.”

“Mr. Meng, isn’t it inappropriate that your daughter has not suffered any substantial harm, and that the children are so quick to go to action? I’m sorry.

I knew she wasn’t holding her farts. There’s so much to talk about.

I didn’t think Meng would go and pick up his cell phone, so I said, “You’re right.

“My sister is a child. I’m sorry.

Mother Earth: ?

“How small is it?” I’m sorry.

It’s solved. It’s true.

Meng’s side is not changed: she’s 65 years old and she’s a child in my eyes. I’m sorry.

I covered my stomach and laughed.

“I mean, your sister hit someone wrong.”

She was interrupted by Meng who said: “It is your understanding that your children are quick to speak, and my children have accidentally pushed others, and no one has suffered any substantial harm. I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong with my son? Tell An-young to apologize! I’m sorry.

I wipe out the tears of my eyes, and I jump over and say, “If I get hurt, I go to a doctor, I get killed, I go to a police officer, and I do what I want. I only eat two elbows on the bench.” I’m sorry.

The other one was angry with his teeth.

I scratched my head: “Are you cold? Stay in the corner if you’re cold. I’m sorry.

And she squeezed two of them out of her teeth, and made it a way of peace: “Then be thou at ease, surely thou hast a sharp tongue. I’m sorry.

I was polite enough to say thank you.

“You’re welcome,” she said, apparently without the first patience, “I know you’re breathing, but you beat up our two kids, didn’t you?

“We don’t charge you for medicine or anything, but if you come to the door and say sorry, it’s over.

“After all, our children know better than having a mother or not. I’m sorry.

Meng-on-I and Mon Wheton’s face changed dramatically.

Meng was cold at the bottom of his head, holding his hands and his hands, which was even more so.

The investigation was fast.

But I don’t give a shit about her.

And I said, “Have you got a green code?” I’m sorry.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

I said, “Take the green code and buy two tickets for the car, in Wudang and Zhui.

“You go to Wudang and find a man named Zhang Sanfeng to teach you how to play Tai Chi because I think you’re a good man.”

“The other one, carrying Aunt Gu to the Zei-bai, she’s too tall to be a teacher.” I’m sorry.

There was silence across the street, and then there was another sound.

“The world is completely quiet. I’m sorry.

Meng, on the other hand, suggested that I look down and look on the couch and that my face was already black.

I gave him a calm look and he went back to rest.

“There’s a bigger challenge for you tomorrow, my brother. I’m sorry.

He hesitated for two seconds and finally went upstairs.

Me and Meng-hye were alone for a long time.

“You’re getting better and better. I’m sorry.

I sat back on the couch, looked at his face and fell into silence.

Six years ago, at my mom’s funeral, he was the last to arrive.

His moustache was raging, his tie was tumultuous, and the whole man stood in the face of the coffin unbelievably, as if he had been hit by something huge.

I don’t lift my head. Ansheng took a few stacks of paper money and threw it into the firebath:

“Your presence surprised me.

“It seems that all this money has to burn to my mother. I’m sorry.

This is the first thing I’ve said to him since my birth.

There was calm in my words, but there was endless resentment in my blood.

I hate that he didn’t love my mother and married her, that he missed her for another woman for her life, that he ran away from his wife with an eight-month-old baby, for 16 years.

There is also a tendency to appear in a deeply sad manner after a person dies.

Behave.

I went back to Mon’s after the fire burned.

I want to live.

And my mother was on her way to the end, holding my hand tight and repeating:

“You have to be happy all your life. You can’t let yourself down.

“More than love for one person. I’m sorry.

I shed tears and touched her young face:

“I’ll always love myself, I swear.

“I’ll always be happy, I swear. I’m sorry.

Mom smiles, a little light in her eyes, a little dark.

I looked up to the eyes of Munyeon:

“If I don’t learn to curse, when I’m 10, my mother will be framed as a fox by a woman who sells pork at the market. I’m the little bastard she was born with a wild man.

“If I don’t learn to fight, for three years in high school I’ll be mocked by a snobby-eyed teacher, who’s been bullied by his son, forced to eat paper trophies, drink ink, and put in a men’s toilet with clothes books, and stand on every class. I’m sorry.

Munyeon’s face was shocked, and he opened his eyes unconsciously, as if he could not believe his ears.

And I played my nails and laughed at him: “If you do not believe in it, go and look.”

“Look at how your nominal wife spends 16 years groceries in the daytime, hooking up with clothes, turning into a toy factory at night to work as a helper.

“Find out how your daughter, when she was six years old, picked up garbage and sold it all over the street. I’m sorry.

And the days passed, and the 16 years hurried as water, and the dark memories of the past were still in sight, and then on a lonely, wet night, suddenly entered my dream.

Fighting can scold people, smoking and drinking can be peaceful and scary.

Fearing that a beautiful, quiet mother will be scolded as a slut; fearing that she will swallow her tears and sit in the streetlights and learn to knit her sweaters again, with blood on her fingers; fearing that she will push her three wheels away in the alley at 5 a.m.; and fearing that she will be afraid to cross the wall if she doesn’t ask me where to make money.

I’m also afraid of swiping my old lady on three blocks, of never giving my homework to the master, of his strong son blocking me and locking me up in the equipment room all day.

I yearn for my father to fall from the sky every day and night of my heart.

As long as he comes, me and Mom forgive him.

I’ll forgive him as long as he comes and Mom gets angry.

As long as she gets here and Mom gets mad, I can think of forgiveness.

But he never showed up.

And no one ever showed up.

I’m beginning to understand that I’m the only person in the world who loves her best.

I’m the only one who can protect Mom and me.

So whoever scolds me, I scold him worse than he; and whoever fights with me, I will bite him and kick him.

You’re sitting in front of a bad kid with a knife and a gun, and you’re a good kid when you were a kid.

I get up and don’t look at Munyee, who’s crying.

“It was easy for them to squeeze me into an orphan.

“If I have to come to the door and apologize, call anytime. I’m sorry.

I walked upstairs and accidentally saw Meng standing at the stairwell, and I didn’t know how much.

He hides in the darkness like a straight and sharp arrow.

I missed him.

Without knowing what Munyeon and Meng are doing, public opinion, instead of quelling, has gone up.

The whole network is talking about this big, big gossip.

But it’s all about Mon’s little daughter being cheated on by the scum and her family’s wife, who not only beat me up, but also hired a sailor to insult me.

The small writings used by the company to clarify it are so loud and so sad that I’m as miserable as the contemporary King Paul, and attached to it a full 60 pages of PPT, all evidence and screens of Gutsin having provoked me and other girls.

Luk and Guthsing were taken from their underwear, and they were blackened all over the net.

Another person who claimed to have known about me put my whole story on the Internet and made it sound.

I panicked for two days.

I didn’t think, but instead of being called, there was a “Runny Spoken” by Net Red, and it was like a bunch of face bags and a bunch of shit.

There are people who give me credit every day and ask me if I can teach or when they’re on the Internet.

I signed up a microblogging account to go crazy and raise hundreds of thousands a night.

And even more interesting is the fact that I found the name of Song Wei-mong’s fiancé.

I’m going to get Worm to pull me back into the group and dump the link inside.

“Here comes the butterfly!” I’m sorry.

♪ And the dream is made of ♪

“Your fish pond has been blown up by your friends!” I’m sorry.

The small graft is deliberately bad.

Xiaowei, “What’s blown up?”

“The fish pond is fried! I’m sorry.

“Whose fish pond is blown up?” I’m sorry.

“The fish pond of Miss Gu is blowing up!” I’m sorry.

“What happened to Miss Gu’s fish pond?” I’m sorry.

“Go away! I’m sorry.

Xiaohua, “Okay.”

We snuck out of the group.

I heard that Song Wei dream killed Gu’s house and got into a fight with Gu Si-sing.

Song Wei cried while he was fighting, yelled at Si Sing Liang, some men ate grass, went to the courtyard, was scratched several times and kicked down the stairs.

It’s called a chicken flying dog.

The little croaks, laughing like a little chicken, and then he hung up.

I didn’t tell her that Lukoku called me a lot after Guthing turned over the car.

I didn’t answer.

I’m sure he likes me, as I remember. I really liked him.

But he lied to me and his feelings were not pure.

He’s got me in his eyes, but his heart looks at the voice.

Then I’ll give this man a chance not to pick up garbage or sell it, and he won’t get any closer to me.

Man, there’s plenty in the world.

I look at the neighboring Meng, and I can’t help but sigh:

“I’m out of the country, not a funeral. What are you afraid of? I’m sorry.

He’s browsing.

“Be careful. I’m sorry.

I’m:

“Okay,” I said, “You ran away with me. What about the company?” I’m sorry.

He dialed the boarding pass: “Give it to Meng.” I’m sorry.

“But his disease?”

“The doctor told him not to stay up late, to look less at his wife’s crematorium, and he was too old to bite his head over his head. I’m sorry.

I’m:

OK, fine.

There was a plane flying over the head, making a huge noise.

I’m in a good mood, looking up, the sky is clear and the clouds are floating.

The bluebird is flying.

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.