My date is a professor of history who doesn’t laugh. I’m on a shitty website yy he wrote found.
Tonight, he was aggressive in the face of me caught.
I’ve been shaking so hard, I’ve been whispering, “Thank you, teacher, you’re not like this.”
Saying, “You are not like this in front of people. I’m sorry.
One.
In the dining room, a man sitting across from me wearing a simple white shirt with a flurry of juya-cooled air.
He’s my date.
An hour ago, I was suddenly informed by the wedding agency that there was a blind date, and I was in the neighborhood and I came.
But he’s so pretty. Do you need a date? Do you need a date? Do you need a date?
From the moment he entered the restaurant, the eyes of the girls around him were not removed from him.
According to the marriage agent, he wants to find someone who’s interested, Miss Tsing. You’re very qualified.
Turns out it’s also a novel.
Miss Tsing likes to read? I’m sorry.
He lifted his sleeve and poured me a cup of tea.
It is a comfortable way of communicating, in terms of the temperature of the speech and the measure of the measure, which does not seem alienated or overzealous.
I tried to maintain my ladyhood, and said, “Yes.” I’m sorry.
It’s a lie not to move.
What if this handsome man is blind and he’s interested in me?
I read more novels than I ate as a third-rate writer on a small website, which is called “Fifty Five.”
It’s just a man.
“They say you write books? I’m sorry.
Faced with my implicit questions, he dropped his teapot and his eyes were on my face, and his voice was warm:
“A third-rate, not a big deal. I’m sorry.
I finally found something in common. I’m relieved.
“What a coincidence. I’m also a third-rate writer. I’m sorry.
“History.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Men’s play!” I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a while and laughed.
No rebuttal, no acquiescence.
Help! This man is so cold, but he laughs so he kills! I like a little…
Maybe it’s bad luck to go home empty-handed.
I put away the smile that was about to crack and opened my mouth softly.
“Uh… my pen’s name… is sweet. And you? I’m sorry.
His face was a little subtle, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
I smiled in red, and I smiled: “My brother used his name as a pen.” I’m sorry.
“Thank you. “Thank you very much for the smile and almost emptyed my blood strip.
“What website are you on? I can be a fan. I’m watching the real thing! “I’m moving forward, more enthusiastic.”
You’ve got to hold your legs tight!
In the look I was looking forward to, he said, “No, it’s not online, it’s all published.” I’m sorry.
His image in my heart grew high and I pulled out my phone.
“O Lord! I can be a fan, and they’ll do it online.”
As soon as the search interface turns, thousands of search lines appear.
I’m staring at the results of the search on the screen, the little face is red.
“Study of Ming History Research” — Professor A, thank you. I’m sorry.
“History of China in the Ages — Professor A, thank you. I’m sorry.
“Story of History” — Professor A, thank you. I’m sorry.
So many, not including papers.
I don’t know.
This is called a third-rate writer?
Except for history, which one can match!
I can’t feel it, I’m looking up, I’m biting my lips, “You…”
He’s got his eyes low, his long fingers loosely on the phone screen, his eyebrow tinyly slit, and he picks my heart and soul.
What’s he looking at?
What the hell is he looking at?
It’s not my home page, is it?
It’s sweet.
Introduction: Sweet Writeers live at high speed.
“The Princess is here, the man is gone.” “Story of Me and Some Men”
I don’t know.
The ” Down with the Great 18″ has recently been on the hot list, and all the sisters in the comment area can’t get a pair of pants.
Question: Da, how did you capture your older brother?
I said, “Eat him!
Reader I: I want to know where to eat.
Reader Two: The mouth has many uses, anywhere.
Reader 3: Second floor please put your clothes on. Thank you.
Reader 4: I’m sorry to have a boyfriend.
I’m in the middle: 2nd floor straight! That’s my baby!
I don’t know.
In my frightful eyes, thanks to the silence of the mobile screen, slowly, slowly, with the first pair of buttons attached to my shirt.
Two.
“Why did you say goodbye?”
My mom turned her back on me and asked me about the eggs.
The hot oil in the pot is ringing, like setting me on fire.
I’m in my pajamas, my hair’s all over my head and I’m standing in front of the kitchen. I’m sorry.
Let her know that I raced in front of the history professor and didn’t know which broom I was going to break my leg.
That day, my faith was full of battles, and I returned to my great-grandmother’s house.
Thank you very much for eating with me and paying me, and finally asking me where I live to take me home.
I simply refused.
The man who was deceived by the marriage broker was pathetic, and there was no need to continue to treat him…
“Don’t mess with me. I ate dinner today and went out with him. I’m sorry.
“How can I be in love with someone who’s a senior history professor? I’m sorry.
I lay in bed, and I threw myself at my girlfriend, “No, I’m not wrong. I’m sorry.
She sent a message: “No! You’re writing an old story and learning from your brother? I’m sorry.
I’m very spiritual. Yes, he’s a moving material bank from God!
It’s stupid to watch the way you don’t work.
You can’t be a lover, you can’t be a friend!
With this idea, I can’t sit anymore.
After noon, two cups of iced milk tea to kill Big.
He replied slowly, but did not disagree.
When I arrived, he was in class.
The classroom is full of people.
Other teachers stood at the podium as walking sleeping pills. Thank you for taking the stand, master of the story.
Juya’s cold, his glasses are on a tall nostrils, his thin lips are laced up, and his tedious history comes out, like a roll of ink, even I can hear.
Especially the cold sound of abstinence, and the screaming of the girls around.
I stood outside, with a group of girls who had no desire for thanks.
With the word “exit,” the crowd suddenly got angry.
He cleans up the case and walks out.
I was just walking, and the girls behind me were faster than I was, and the bees were squeezing.
I couldn’t wait to see the milk bag squeezed and the tea splattered on me.
I’m:
“Sir, do you accept students this year? I’m sorry.
“Please thank the teacher for choosing the students. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I was standing outside the crowd with a yellow stain on my white dress, and I was so angry that I ran up.
Don’t you apologize for hitting someone?
Thank you for the slow and rational answers.
But I can’t let it go. Squeeze in my backpack.
Sometimes it’s like that, you know, when you’re in the middle of something, you’re easily taken.
I’d like to ask, “Thank you, Miss, do you have a moment? I’m sorry.
And then one of the young women who was so angry before him said, “Thank you, Mr. President, do you accept students?” I’m sorry.
I tried to crush her and yelled with my neck high and loud, “Thank you, Miss, do you have a girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
As soon as that came out, the crowd suddenly calmed down.
People are looking at my eyes, and I’m starting to look at them, and I’m looking at them, and I’m looking at them, and I’m looking at them.
I’d like to say thank you for coming to see me, and I’d look up, and I’d say,
“Sorry, there’s no plan. I’m sorry.
Well, in people’s laughs, he once again reached out his hand and put the shirt button on his neck.
I didn’t mean that.
3
I’ve been sitting across the counter for 10 minutes, ticking and rhythm on the wall.
I’d like to thank you for keeping your head down on the reform scheme, and for hitting him in the back of his neck with the light of the sun after noon.
He told me to sit down and said, “Hold on a second,” and left me alone.
Are you angry?
Yes, how can you be happy when you’re made public?
I watched him on the neck for a long time, until someone knocked on the door and returned to God.
There’s a high-picked goddess standing in front of the door, hair is a fluffy French roll, v a black-coloured professional dress, with a light smile:
“You want a woman’s clothes? I’m sorry.
When she stood there, I felt lost.
If I say thank you, the grass will be eaten.
“Friends’ clothes are dirty.” I’m sorry.
And she passed over, and smiled and said, “I don’t know whether it fits or not, new clothes are for you.” I’m sorry.
I looked down at my short sleeves on the T-shirt with tea stains, embarrassedly handing, “Thank you, I’ll pay you back as soon as I can. I’m sorry.
“Your little girlfriend?” I’m sorry.
Wait till you answer, I’m rushing, “No, I’m… I’m here to interview. I’m sorry.
Pretty girl picks out the frown and says, “Oh, I thought that was who.” You talk, I leave.”
Who?
I’m whispering in my heart.
Not his ex-girlfriend?
“There’s a bathroom.” I’m sorry.
I looked back, I ran in with my clothes and locked the door.
The T-shirts were soaking wet, the undergarments were all out.
I changed my face, turned in the mirror, and it got redter.
Clothes, plastering shoulders, a penetrating mouth on the chest.
That line, it just showed up.
I was so scared to call my best friend, she was asleep, she was dumb:
“I’m looking at the picture. It’s nice. You’re in good shape.
Then another sound came in on the other side of the phone, “Baby, who are you calling?” Come here, aren’t you sleepy?”
And then, with my sister’s short and exciting scream, the conversation stopped.
I’m “…”
Thank you for knocking on the door. I’m sorry.
I looked at my eyes on the table, like a piece of rag T-shirt, sighs, hurriedly packed up, covered my chest with my hands and opened the door in red.
Thank you for looking at me, starting with my face, one inch, one inch, moving to my chest, then my waist and legs…
He turned his eyes away and made way: “Come out. I’m sorry.
I’ve got some push to get back to my desk, and I’ve been nervous and tight.
“Thank you, sir. I’m here to ask you some questions. I’m sorry.
I’m glad to see you looking at me through your glasses.
“I would like to ask you to teach me the application of ancient poetry. * And I say, and I take notes. *
I couldn’t get to the page I wrote last night because I was too nervous, and the more I couldn’t find it, I finally saw the interview.
“What is an ancient famous h poem?” I’m sorry.
Word down, indoor silence.
In my increasingly serious expression of gratitude, I groaned my saliva, turned my page and showed a true interview…
Big bean sweatball rolls down.
“Thank you, sir…” I’d like to cry, “I didn’t mean that.”
I’d like to thank you for your peace of sight.
He’s got two hands and he’s got a cold tone: “Learning is a process of thinking. I’d like to hear more than give you a straight answer. I’m sorry.
The tone of his academic exchange gives me a little relief.
I’m in the middle of something, and I’m in the middle of it.
“The fragrance of the milk and the sweat of the hymns and the balm of the spring. A bath and a squirm and a squirm grape. I’m sorry.
I snuck up, and I found out that I was serious, and I wasn’t abnormal, and I got the guts to go on:
“And the leaves were torn, and the willows were to shake the willows. Three thousand battles with a golden gun and a silver candle. I’m sorry.
It’s a poem I’ve read in red and red.
“The light of the autumn and the moon, the candles of the dress, under the cover of smiles, the fragrance.” I’m sorry.
I turned over the page and paused for a long time, and said, “I can’t read down, I’m going to be caught.” I’m sorry.
Just in time, the ringing phone rings saved my life.
“Asshole, pick up the phone! Pick up the little brat! Pick up the little brat! I’m sorry.
That’s the bell my mother set for me.
I put down my notes and pulled out my phone in a hurry, “Sorry! I’m…
“Go ahead, I don’t mind.” I’m sorry.
I’m relieved to go to the bathroom and pick up the phone.
That’s the laughter of Mom:
“Hey, twig, guess who I met? Ha ha ha ha! Mother’s in elementary school! It’s not a good time! I’m sorry.
I’m on a black line, “Mom, I’m on a blind date. I’m sorry.
My mother asked, “Who are you dating? I’m sorry.
I turned my head and confirmed that the door was closed, and I lowered my voice and said, “Thank you, Professor A. Big History.” I’m sorry.
And the sound of the same joy in the head, “Oh, the branch is really with the story? I’m sorry.
I’m blinded.
“Ask the man…”
It’s like the phone’s been robbed, the voice of the girl just went up, and it was like it was in my ear, and it was so soft:
I’m Grandma. I’m sorry.
Where’d my mother-in-law come from?
“Uh… hi, Grandma. I’m sorry.
It’s not rude to shout.
It was a laugh again, and my mom answered, “Let’s have dinner tonight, you come with me. I’m sorry.
Until I hung up on the phone, I was blindfolded and I walked out of the bathroom, and I saw a scene in my head!
It’s enough to put me in the notes, and it’s leveling out in front of me.
Thank you for calling, and the eyes fell on my notes.
It’s not known to anyone. If you change your left hand to your right hand, you’ll have to stop and marry again.
Ah, ah, ah!
I ran to the table, bang! I put my notes together.
Thank you for holding the phone, looking up, looking at my murderous eyes, looking at that:
“Okay, got it. I’ll take her over. I’m sorry.
Hang up the phone and the house is in a strange silence.
Honestly, if you don’t, I’ll do it right away.
I’m glad to hear that. It’s too much.
“The girls are like Ms. Tsing… I’m sorry.
I think he’s left me face. He’s supposed to use the word “wealth.”
I put my notes to my chest, my face was red, and I got out.
Yes! I eat by trade. I have to know something! If you want to laugh…
Thank you for taking up your coat, “Miss Tsing, I don’t mean to be rude, I just don’t like something new. Let’s go and eat. I’m sorry.
I was staring at him with a tight tie, and suddenly there was something wrong with him.
4
The location was set at a French restaurant downtown, at the peak of work, traffic jams, and I posted on the website.
A new 99+ review was added to the “Standdown to the 18th Masters”.
“No good author, two days have passed! “No more blades.” “Does the author wear books? I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating.
“I’m sorry, I’m busy poking down the teacher. I’m sorry.
A few more comments in seconds:
“Fuck! A novel into reality? I’m sorry.
“Big up!”
“Uh-oh, shit! I want to see a documentary! I’m sorry.
“Miss Ting, lift your head. @Ambassah: #Jan25 #Jan25
“Aah?”
And I looked at him with a blind eye, and only saw him put his hand on the wheel, and looked forward, and he raised his hand, and gently leaned on my forehead, and pushed back.
The faint warmth, and the unintended fragrance of wood, like a Martian, falls between my hair, spreads down, and turns into a little twitch.
“The mirror is blocked. He reminds him to take his hand back.
And We made things right to him: “I call the branch, and do not call me Miss Jing.” I’m sorry.
He’s not talking again.
I didn’t tell my parents because my work was too tiger and wolf.
I’m about to meet my parents, and I’m afraid I’ll have to find out.
“Thank you, sir. I’m sorry.
Thanks for saying, “Sometimes, not much. I’m sorry.
“Look at what?”
“Certain novels. I’m sorry.
While I was relieved, he added: “I have recently read your book. I’m sorry.
I’m going to take a breath of air, and the notebook snaps and falls under my feet.
As if he had not noticed, he said, “It’s very nice. I’m sorry.
I can’t take care of it.
I will not stop asking, “Do you look at the comment section?” I’m sorry.
I’m a young man. I’m used to it. I’m sorry.
That’s what I saw.
God damn me!
I didn’t lose sight of the simple lips. He thought it was funny to tease me, didn’t he?
“Thank you, sir. I’m in danger after you read the comment section. I tried to threaten him, “Don’t tell him, or I’ll be serious!” I’m sorry.
“Good. “Thank you for turning the car into a fast road.
I can’t tell you the answer. Do you promise not to tell me, or do you promise to let me?
It should be the first.
When I got to the restaurant, I just walked in and met a man and gave me a big hug.
“Mom.” I’m sorry.
I don’t care if I hold my woman.
“I can’t hear you. You have to shout again. I’m sorry.
I’m standing there and I’m going to say thank you. I’m sorry.
Grandma?
I looked at my mother in the face.
She smiled and said, “Why are you staring at me? I’m sorry.
Is that what Grandma meant?
I was afraid to thank you, to hold my aunt in my arms, and I cried softly: “Aunt, let’s sit here.” I’m sorry.
The two parents’ mouths were sore and the atmosphere was so peaceful.
Thank you for holding me, and smiled on my face, “I heard that the branch is famous and that there are millions of fans online.” I’m sorry.
My mom smiled, “Oh, she’s not like your kid. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I’m so cold, I’m sitting down and I’m nodding at my dad. I’m sorry.
My dad was flattered, “Hey, how are you? Culture! It’s a loss for my family! People always yell at the books. I’m sorry.
My mom gave my dad an elbow, “The Shigee’s learned how to write in the old language. I’m sorry.
And then you look at me again, and you don’t want to be taller than the sky. I’m sorry.
I choked, I remembered the awkward scene of the day, and my face was red.
It’s funny to look at me, and it means:
“Aunt, she doesn’t take me for an outsider, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Half an hour later, the editor sent me a text message.
“Remember the comment section, you’ve been a little more pink lately. I suspect someone bought the sailors. Give me more tonight, you hear me? I’m sorry.
I promised to keep my mouth shut.
The editor came up with a killer’s name: “It’s not better to give you advice.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Ooh, good dad. I’m sorry.
5
After dinner, two movies about to look good.
I rubbed my hands and stood up with a bag: “Uncle and Auntie, I want more, I don’t go.” I’m sorry.
“I’ll take the branches back. I’m sorry.
People look at me and say thank you.
I just got out of the restaurant and I was like, “Don’t bother, I’ll take the subway. I’m sorry.
I’ll see who it is.
In the words of my editor, “No one of the authors of the list is gonna be black. The last time you scolded a family fan p, you took a fight. It’s so wrong to be targeted and relaxed. I’m sorry.
And We bowed and pulled out in the bag, and blinked, not believing.
It’s over. The key’s in my old dress.
Thank you for understanding my predicament. Open the door.
“Let’s go before Aunty clears your clothes. Maybe there’s a chance. I’m sorry.
When we get back to the office, the clothes packed on the table are gone.
Thank you. “Tomorrow I’ll tell Auntie you stay here and someone will come home. I’m sorry.
I was thus forced to share my thanks.
It’s just in the fall and it’s still hot at night.
There’s only one light in the house, so I can thank you for preparing the case, and it’s darker for me to think.
An hour later, the “Stamp down Zion 18” updated chapter 75.
…Stickfish pushes down the master’s head, leans down and stoops between his throats, and along with her, she whispers a low breath in her ear. I’m sorry.
The scorpion laughs: “Sewer, I had to be beaten to death, but now I’m begging like this.” I should’ve shown you a mirror! I’m sorry.
“If you break your body, your future will be ruined.” Fish, don’t…
“Well, that’s it.” You and I, living and dying, are entwined, all, all, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
The teacher’s eyes are sad, and he wants to kiss, but he doesn’t dare to kiss, and he’s like a little madman. “You don’t love me, I’ll torture you for a day. Call it out!”
The sturgeon retreated, doing undescribed things in an undescribed manner and saying undescribed words.
In the heat of the wave, the masters were so tense, they were so mad that they broke out of their locks and crushed the back of the fish, “Go on. I’m sorry.
Delete the following clips and fill them in.
First floor: delete! Cut! Cut! Is this a human thing?
Second floor: Whoo-hoo-hoo, Da-da. It’s a bad day.
Third floor: It’s, like, not like a twig. You’re gonna get kidnapped and blink.
And I covered my head, and I shrunk on the couch, and I groaned.
Hey…
It’s a situation.
Ever since I met him, his face has been brought into the master’s head, and every thought is a sin.
And his throat is round, and he has a long neck, and his body,
Stop, stop.
Forget it.
My mom just sent me a message 10 minutes ago.
Later, I don’t know what time it is.
The clockwise pointed at 11 o’clock, thanks for removing the glasses, and tiredly rubbing the nose.
“There’s a lounge next to it. I’m sorry.
I’m shy, “Can I? Are you big enough? Can’t two people…?
Too crowded.
“What are you thinking?” I’m sorry.
I suddenly realized I’d be mistaken.
He wants to give me his bed.
And the obfuscation that he had created unilaterally was broken by his heart, and I asked him, “Where do you sleep?” I’m sorry.
“I went home to sleep. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
It’s a bit of a bad story.
I was afraid to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night.
I’m not going to stay here alone.
“I’ll sleep with you too. I’m sorry.
“You’re not being euphemistic.” I’m sorry.
I’m not human anymore.
What can I do?
Half an hour later, I stood face-to-face in front of the sayings.
Two bags of fruit in his hand.
“Did Uncle and Auntie not return yet? I’m sorry.
That’s bullshit. My parents never came home. How could they come back?
“I’ll live alone.” I’m sorry.
He went in, and he looked back at me: I was just standing there, and one hand held the neck tight.
So it was condemned.
Well, one room together, as if he was a little more dangerous than me.
Pops, lights on, clean, room-to-room, wind.
I put fruit at the door and asked the same question again: “Where am I going to sleep?” I’m sorry.
“My bed. “I’ll sleep in the living room.” I’m sorry.
“I didn’t change my laundry, I’m not going to your bed. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’m sorry.
“No need. I don’t mind. “Thank you for taking off your coat, coming into the house, hugging out a bed of covers on the couch later, “Want a bath? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, “No thanks…”
I took a bath and I’m sorry I wasted everything.
“Then I go. “Thank you for the change of clothes and for walking into the bathroom.
Listening to the sound of the water, I ran into the sarcasm bedroom, closed the door, and my heart jumped.
Shit.
If it wasn’t for my parents, why?
It’s against the law to be a beautiful man on the side and to be a saint.
I picked up my phone and my girlfriend threw up and said, “You’re staying in a hotel…”
I looked at that line, and my finger was on the screen and I didn’t knock.
After a while, the dialogue box pops up a big text:
“I’m sorry. It was my boyfriend. He didn’t know about you. I broke up with him. Don’t be sad. I’m sorry.
And I spat and said, “It’s all right. He meant well, don’t break up with it. I’m sorry.
The cell phone was destroyed, and I put my head in a soft bed, and it was too long.
There was a phone call, and the bell was ringing, and I lifted up my heavy hand and pulled down the button, “Hello? I’m sorry.
“How are you?” I sent him away, sent me an address and I’ll pick you up. I’m sorry.
Look at the clock on the wall, it’s early.
I shake my head, “It’s all right, I’m already lying down. I’m sorry.
She screamed, “Where are you? On men?”
The bedding smelled as good as the bellies, and We were lying on our sides, smelling of the dark wood,
“He’s a gentleman, I don’t think so. I’m sorry.
“You forgot that you were the same–” she just stopped and said, “Well, it’s better that you sleep alone. Lock the bedroom door. Does your parents know you’re with him? I’m sorry.
“I know. I’m sorry.
“Well, just in case, send me an address. I’m sorry.
I’m um, there’s a warmth in my heart.
I’m tired today, and I almost have a pillow.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in the bathroom.
Open the door, seven around the memory, and stop in one place.
When his waist was heavy, his hands were pulled under his skirt and he was raised up, his wrist was suddenly held.
“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
Six.
The voice that has just woken up in the dark has become obscure.
And I stayed still, and it took me a minute, and I was awakening, and I twisted my head, and I looked at it in the light of the moon.
And his eyes were dark, and he was with a fresh awakening.
The collar of the bathing robe was opened, and a small piece of bright skin appeared, and loose garments were wrapped in the middle, making me wonder.
I was like a thief, and I saw his hidden spring light, and his heart jumped.
I see.
What a baby.
“I said I was in the wrong place. Do you believe me? I’m sorry.
His home was constructed exactly the opposite of mine.
The living room, at my house, is the toilet.
But now I look like I’m taking advantage of people’s lives and trying to make mistakes:
The skirt was raised, his thigh was rubbed in his bathrobe and a position was about to go down.
Thank you for lying still.
I stammered and said, “You untie me, I want to go to the bathroom…”
I remind him that it was he who let go of his hand, pulled his collar and turned to the couch:
“The bathroom is across the street. Don’t go wrong. I’m sorry.
I think he’s a little weird, but I don’t know where it is.
I slept until 7:00 a.m., and I woke up on the phone.
“Twig! Get to the forum! You’re being taken!”
I sat on my knees and opened the forum:
Yp Netred
The picture was a picture of me and her, and last night I got out of the car and walked into the building with her.
The comment area is fried.
I left the interface silently, and the editor said:
“Put a notice. Another book is to be published next month and cannot be affected by this. I’m sorry.
I thought about it, and I said:
“Please don’t disturb his normal life. Thank you very much. I’m sorry.
Today’s comment section is more active:
“Whoa, the gills don’t scold me. I’m sorry.
“Oh, the sour smell of love, I’d hide my claws for you. I’m sorry.
“I wonder who my brother-in-law is!”
The door was knocked down and the voice of gratitude came: “Eat breakfast.” I’m sorry.
I left my worries behind and put on slippers to open the door.
Not surprisingly, today’s dress is more conservative.
The cuffs that were drawn to the elbow in the past because of the heat have also been laid down and covered with his well-floated little arms.
He gave me porridge while he said, “Do I have lessons? Will you go home?” I’m sorry.
I broke the eggs, “Can we go later?” And I want to apologize to you. I’m sorry.
Thank you for putting the porridge in front of me. Sit down, “Slowly. I’m sorry.
I’m about to kneel him down.
“I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ll figure it out! I’m sorry.
He looked down, and he looked over the screen, “It’s no big deal, eat well. I’m sorry.
That’s it?
I don’t live on the Internet. If you need my cooperation, you can tell me. I’m sorry.
I squeezed my bare eggs, and my heart slowly floated with a bubble and softly.
Thank you for eating so slowly. Before you wash your dishes and go out, I’m told:
“Be safe on the way back, or I’ll drop you off. I’m sorry.
Close the door.
I took the porridge, groaned and laughed.
By the afternoon, the heat had just dropped.
It’s been a long time since the night of the night in Lantin: stealing is a steal.
The night of Lantin’s dream was the author of the last time I instigated fans to point me out.
The editor sent me a tweet at the first time: “Don’t be impulsive, we’re dealing with contacts. I’m sorry.
I’m so easy to calm down and my anger is rekindling, and I take a deep breath and say,
“I know it’s someone else, I’m not impulsive, I’m not impulsive…”
Even so, I was so angry I walked around the house.
Lantin was a few weeks early in the night and ranked ninth.
And then my “Footdown” went on line and went up to the top 10 with a lot of momentum.
Later, a part of my article was taken out and copied from the night of Lantin’s dream.
Only me and the editor know that this chapter was uploaded by me and Lantin at almost the same time.
I chose to send it automatically, so it was hours later.
And the “problem” clip is used in an ancient verse, and at the end of the text I indicated the source.
Even so, there have been indiscriminate accusations of verbal abuse, and the wind has fallen on one side after being deliberately carried with it.
The editor comforted me by saying, “Don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
Tears turned in my eyes, and I wiped them and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.
But things have not moved in the direction I had hoped for.
In the evening, thanks were taken out.
This time, the momentum was even stronger, and there was a rush to the top.
It’s sweet with A, Professor.
I saw this search note, almost had a heart attack.
Putting in the interface, thanks to the personal accounts of the individual certified by Ruthless.
His recent publication of an academic lecture was accompanied by a crowd of people.
“What’s your sweet relationship with the twig?” I’m sorry.
Brother-in-law! I’m sorry.
“It’s not Net Red, it’s a university professor! “Injection!”
“It is said that he has taught a very high pass rate. No one sleeps in class. I’m sorry.
“You’re in love with a thief. I’m sorry.
“To support Lantin’s dream night, the twig rolls out of the web. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I was so angry, I went over the list, I found Landing’s night, I called.
There’s an unintentioned sound coming from the “Hello” side, “Do you want to apologize?” I’m sorry.
I put up with this little volcano for a long time, and it finally burst, “Do you know that? I’m sorry.
“Ah, great writer, you have wronged me, how powerful I am…” She said, “That’s a bunch of laughter.”
“Don’t think your family’s big, I’m afraid of you. You’re coming for me. It’s not about half a cent! I’m sorry.
Lantin’s dreaming late, laughing, “It’s okay to call me to yell at you, Kee. I’m sorry.
Before she hung up, she hung up, “Of course, I’m surprised you’re willing to hide your claws for the sake of saying thanks. Keep it up, otherwise it’s not gonna happen to anyone. I’m sorry.
Listen to the sound of it.
It’s like a childish kid.
I’m gonna cry and call my best friend. I’m sorry.
“There, everyone’s fine. There’s no fight. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, and I smoked, “Well, yeah, don’t get mixed up.
“You’re all right? I’m sorry.
“What can I do for you?” So what’s this?
On the phone, my eyes flowed down like tears, and my eyes were swelling.
“Yes, our achievements have been made by working hard, unlike her. My best friend comforted me with a few words and hung up.
Wandering, already evening.
As the sun sets, the dark ink penetrates through the window and wraps me.
In the dark, there’s only one little cell phone screen on.
I sat still, and on average struck a few words, and I had to stop and get my heart leveled, so I couldn’t stop.
Most of the time, he’s been working on a hot list, hoping he’ll drop it.
NO.20
No.24
NO.22
Until 29, a new hot strip appeared in the horizon, in a matter of minutes, into the top ten.
Lantin’s dreams are copied.
I got scared. I got in a hurry.
It’s a sign of a new dynamic.
A copy of the publication.
It’s a book name, no more bullshit.
It’s his textbook.
And in his comment section, the first hottest comment was: fuck! Lantin’s night has removed the essence of Shifu’s poem!
I almost shivered the map.
In a moment, the tears began to burst, and the suffering of the first half of the year was broken.
The powder said, “The twigs are so sweet, they only pick up sides, and they don’t want anything. I’m sorry.
And the phrase that rantin’s dreams spread so widely that tonight, there’s a place to go.
— Quote of the Sino-Chinese Poetry.
He’s a great man.
Before that, I had a little bit of admiration for Langtine’s dream night because of that horrible text.
So this moment, it’s all over.
Not bad for him.
It’s him.
It’s all romantic.
The tears that had just stopped were shed again, and I began to cry, and I cried out of six months of suffering.
My best friend gave me more than a dozen words, “Aah! Ee-ji, this is your precious man! I’m sorry.
I cried and became a dog.
“Don’t be idle, give me something! I’m sorry.
# Whoo-hoo #
“The branches…”
# Whoo-hoo #
Shut up! My best friend interrupts my Crying Wolves, saying, “Mr. Xie has updated a new dynamic.” I’m sorry.
I opened it with tears.
I’m sorry, it’s a nice new book.
Comment area:
“Oh, my God! I’m sorry.
“Heave to protect his wife, love!”
“Where do you look for someone like this?” I’m sorry.
I choked, flattered, and answered a very good face bag in the comment section and said, “Thank you, teacher.”
And then he cried and laughed like a fool.
The door is open.
The gentle lights flow in an instant, and the living room is warm and melted.
I’d like to say thank you for changing my shoes.
He didn’t seem to expect me to still be sitting at his house, and he hasn’t moved since the morning.
He wrinkled and he said, “You haven’t eaten in a day? I’m sorry.
And I stand on my feet naked and by the rules, and my nostrils are heavy: “Thank you, you are my benefactor, and I will repay you. I’m sorry.
Thanks for the long legs, two or three steps to get to me and bend over and put the slippers around them and put them on. I’m sorry.
7
“So he made you dinner?”
“Hmm. I’m hiding in the room, whispering to my girlfriend, “Ying, I seem to like him. I’m sorry.
“What a wonderful thing to do. Where’s your recklessness? I’m sorry.
“What if he doesn’t like me? I gnawed my nails like an ant on a hot pot.
He doesn’t like you. Why are you doing this? Professor, you’re free, you’re fighting people on the Internet I’m sorry.
My best friend’s analysis is giving me hope.
“Shall I follow? I’m sorry.
Of course!
Half an hour later, I quietly opened the bedroom door.
The words of thanks are sitting on the couch, reading in silence, hearing noises and looking up.
“Can I take a bath? I’m sorry.
“Yes. He put the book aside and stood up and helped me find a soft and clean towel, “The bathrobe is in the bathroom.” I’m sorry.
Leave that and he sits back on the couch and keeps reading.
It’s hard to hold up the guts of a dog, and it’s flattened.
“I still can’t. After the shower, I sat by the bed and wiped my hair.
“Friendly” said, “No, put on his shirt and go to the living room.” I’m sorry.
A few minutes later, I opened the door again.
The thanks are being laid, with small bends of long legs, kneeling on the sofa, and the other on the ground.
The waist is flat, the shirt is perfect for the waistlines on both sides, and the hips are smooth…
My nose is hot, and I ask, “The bathing robe is too hot, can I wear your clothes?” I’m sorry.
And the euphemism is stiff, and he says, “Whatever.” I’m sorry.
My heart is about to snap out of my throat, and I’m scared to close the door, and I hear that girl on the phone laughing like crazy:
“Sing-tai-tai, you bastard! What’s the difference between “Hello, I can seduce you”? I’m sorry.
“Stop it! Disgusting!
I knocked off the phone, and I opened the closet.
Clothes are uniform, light-colored shirts, suit pants, clean and flat, and it’s too much to break.
I spent half a day picking up a white suit.
The shirt just covered the thigh, the cotton was put on the body, soft and comfortable.
And I went back to the covers, and hesitated in the darkness.
Left and right, till morning.
Most of my heart is gone and I’m thirsty.
Thank you for sleeping.
I was in the dark, squeezing open the bedroom door, walking with care, afraid of falling somewhere.
Bang.
Around the corner, he ran into a man, and the fragrance of wood seized me.
Stranger body temperature, stranger touch, and a strong body different from my own makes my heart grow.
“Be careful. I’m sorry.
Silly mutes, coloured by the dark of the night, constantly provoke sensitive nerves.
The arms caught me in the back, with loose shirts and wrinkled.
“Why don’t you go to bed this late, huh?”
His voice stood in his ear, and the heat rolled through his ears and blew my hair.
Tonight he is full of aggression.
“I, I, I want water…”
Sound like a mosquito fly.
Help, every breath he breathes can easily provoke me to horror.
Something seems to have changed in the air.
“Will you sweat in my shirt?” He whispered.
“Yes…”
Both legs are starting to soften.
He smiled, “That’s all you got…”
“I’m, uh–“
He sealed my words with a hot kiss.
At first, it was a slow trick, and with my defense, he grabbed my back, licked my mouth with his tongue, and played with it.
He’s too bad.
Fingers are dented in the back, moved a little to the back neck, squeezing.
I’ve been shaking so hard, I’ve been whispering, “Thank you, teacher, you’re not like this.”
Saying, “You are not like this in front of people. I’m sorry.
I lost one completely.
I was crushed by him on the wall and I barely stood my feet around his neck, and my clothes were loose and broken. I’m sorry.
Thanks for holding me up, “Then let’s go to the bedroom. I’m sorry.
The heart beat is out of control, and the mind is flashing through the material bank, with the back of a well-established body of knowledge, and it’s all clouded up in practice.
It’s embarrassing.
Thank you for leaving me on the bed.
I bit my teeth and decided to act like one, so I got a carp punching, lying on the side, showing my long legs.
“Brother…”
The next moment, covered up, tightly.
I’ve become a silk cocoon with a head on.
“What? I’m sorry.
I looked at him and he looked at me.
The beauty plan failed…
“What were you trying to do? “Thank you for your dumb voice.
I groaned and spitted, trying to cover up, “Nothing. I’m sorry.
Thank you for looking at me for a while.
“No way. I’m sorry.
I indented, I looked at him with two eyes, and I held on to the letter, “I’m wearing your shirt…”
And the bed fell so fast, that it fell down and kissed me again.
“Isn’t it the same tonight? I’m sorry.
I broke free of the covers and locked my back.
“I need material… to practice it myself… and please speak to the teacher…”
“A lot of guts. “So focus on the reward.” I’m sorry.
A few minutes later, I cried.
“I don’t want to go back. I’m sorry.
Thank you for holding me and squeezing my cheek, “Chapter 10, that’s not the right thing to say. I’m sorry.
And I’m so tired of saying, “I don’t want this reward. I’m sorry.
“Teaching, isn’t it? Thank you for rubbing my hair like you’re okay. I’m sorry.
I watched with hate over words and thought, one day, I’d eat him!
8
By the end of August, The Story of Me and Some Men had entered the publishing process.
Because of certain circumstances, the publisher wanted me to fly to Shanghai to talk about it.
A few days before I left, thanks were suddenly busy.
“You’re going on a business trip? “I’m holding my pyjamas in my hand, standing there, and my suitcases are full of all sorts of things.
And the eyes of those who are thankful remained on my pyjamas for a moment and turned away from them, saying: “I am not far from you, I am in Hangzhou.” I’m sorry.
He got up and came over and pulled his nightgown out of my hand and threw it next to him. I’m sorry.
It’s hard for me to get up to bed, to get my pajamas pulled down.
“What are you doing with that?” I’m sorry.
“Get dressed. I blinked, “Werely, comfortable. I’m sorry.
It seemed to try to accept my reasons, but failed, “No. I’m sorry.
The night he went out, he was as conservative as ever.
I’ll sit over my lap and carry the secret of my neck. I’m sorry.
The words are so red, their eyes so dark, their fingers up on my waist.
I’m so ticklish, I’m so ticklish, I’m so strangling down there, and I’m laughter in my throat, and I have a big red face.
Such distressing circumstances have recently been frequent.
It’s just not one time that a sentence has been drawn up.
“Thank you. You seem to like it too.”
Thank you for covering my mouth, “Don’t talk.” I’m sorry.
And I moved, and in the sight of his warning, I had to do it.
I don’t know.
The following afternoon, at 3 p.m., I arrived at the Rainbow Bridge airport and, as soon as I got off the plane, I rushed to call her.
“Hey, are you there?”
On the phone, it’s a nice and calm voice. Watch the road. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I got in the car of the publisher, and the publisher came with a man and a woman.
Women sit in co-drivers and turn to me and introduce themselves enthusiastically:
“Hello, my name is Jade, and this is a profile for the publisher to help the teacher get to know us better. I’m sorry.
I brought it over and turned it over because I knew it before and didn’t look at it.
Until a little card fell inside, and I picked it up and tried to give it back to her, and it attracted attention.
“Do you publish textbooks? I’m sorry.
It’s a bit of a weird look for Jade, “Oh, is that what the teacher’s interested in? I’m sorry.
I looked at the name on the card, silent.
“I forgot, you and Mr. Xie are…”
I had a red face, and I gave her the card with a brief.
Nobody talks in the car.
Men say nothing from the moment they get in the car and look at me from time to time.
His eyes make me very uncomfortable and his hands sweat.
I was so nervous, “Where do I live? I’m sorry.
“Sir, it’s gonna be too late. We have a hotel for you. This is our unit’s small, living next to the teacher, looking for him whenever he needs to. I’m sorry.
I smiled, “No, I can do it myself. I’m sorry.
The man nods in a very nice place, “It’s okay. I’m sorry.
I turned my head out of the window, and I thought, “When are you done, I miss you?” I’m sorry.
“So straight? “Not yet at the hotel.” I’m sorry.
I rarely have a face and a skin: “I can’t sleep without you. I’m sorry.
That head was silent for a long time.
I thought he was busy with something else. I’m glad he called.
And when We reached it, We heard from him a word of promise: “I will come to you soon, and I will go tomorrow.” I’m sorry.
His peaceful voice has the power of calming the hearts of men and pacifying the panic that I do not know.
“Sensei, here it is.” Little Jade whispered.
Thank you for hearing this, “Are you getting out of the car? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
“You don’t seem happy. I’m sorry.
“I’m fine, I’m a little carsick. I’m sorry.
Thank you for saying, “Fine, I’ll see you tonight. Send me the address. I’m sorry.
“But you’re only in Zhejiang. I’m sorry.
“They have just informed the meeting of the postponement, which will take an additional day. I’m sorry.
I’m in a complicated mood with buttons and little thieving in my heart.
It seemed like he had spoken to others, and then he said to me, “But when I was early in the morning, remember to lock the door at night.” I’m sorry.
“Good. “I got a um, I closed the phone and pulled the suitcase out.
My only request for this trip is “quick and quick”.
Negotiations on the work continued until 10 p.m. When she came out of the editorial office, she sent a tweet:
“Thank you for putting your book down. I’m sorry.
I’m sober in my fucking brain. I’m sorry.
“A few days ago, because you two were in a hot search, a lot of people went to buy the teacher’s book, and since yesterday, people have been reflecting common sense mistakes and misleading students. A In order to avoid a big deal, contact the publisher to put all the work on the shelf. I’m sorry.
“No way! He wouldn’t do that.” I’m sorry.
“It was laid off yesterday. Didn’t he tell you? I’m sorry.
I was standing under a lamp, biting my lips, “No…”
No wonder his meeting had been postponed, and perhaps the sponsors had found their guests in trouble and suspended their activities.
None of these thanks told me.
I’ve dialed the letter of thanks, and I’m in a hurry. A couple of times.
“Sir, I’ll take you back to the hotel. Zhang didn’t know when he was standing behind me.
When my neck cooled, I turned and took a few steps back to pull the distance.
“Okay…”
Chang smiled at me, his face was not in the night, and he couldn’t see it.
He waved and took a taxi to the hotel.
The front desk has a card, and I’m still thinking about it until I get to the elevator.
“Chang, do you publish any books from Mr. Xie? I’m sorry.
“Yes, sir. Do you want to see it? I’ve got a copy for you. I’m sorry.
I nod my head.
I didn’t think he could carry it with him.
Before entering the house, he gave me the book, “The teacher calls me whenever he wants. I’m sorry.
I said thank you, brush the door, turn around and look at me at the door, smile politely, close the door and put on a chain of alarm.
I took a bath, and I shrunk into the nest, and I opened the book, and I followed the memory to find the chapter that was wrong.
The more you look, the more you look.
In line with what is said online, there has been a common sense error in chapter 13.
But I’m saying thank you, read the version, not like this…
The piracy…
If it’s a pirate, it has nothing to do with it.
I’m in a soft pillow, I’m unconscious, I’m going to sleep.
A weak hint of audio and video knocks on the nerves, shakes me and wakes me up from sleep.
Someone opened my door…
Cuckoo…
It’s the sound of the chain being pulled.
In the dark, I shivering, the memories of the past are revolving in the sight.
It was also late at night, when I went to a signing and stayed alone at a hotel.
There was a knock on the door, a warm reader came to sign, and I was unprepared to pull out a pen and I was ready to sign, and he suddenly held me over the carpet.
I’ll never forget that look.
Like an animal that loses its humanity and hides madness in a lost god.
He said, ‘I have been watching you for a long time, so give some good.’ I’m sorry.
If I hadn’t caused the passengers to be shocked by my violent cry, my life would have been destroyed by that man.
At this point, the doors are being kept hidden and open, and the chain of alarm is being tightened and the sound of Kara is being heard.
I’m cold and brightened.
I’m calling the police…
His hands are shaking like shit.
No one can save me…
I’ve been condensed to the first moment of my thumbs, and I’ve heard a word I can’t forget in my life.
“What are you doing here?”
The cold, simple and oppressive voice of gratitude comes from outside.
Then Our eyes fell down, and the sound was low.
Zhang’s voice floated through the door:
“Ah… the teacher borrowed my book, I’m here to ask for it… and since you’re here, I won’t bother. I’m sorry.
Stop, give me the card. @Ambassah: #Jan25
It’s a whirlwind and it’s quiet outside.
I lifted the covers, ran out naked, and I cried, “Thank you…”
He stood outside the door stitches, showing a corner of a brown windshirt, looking down at me.
He will shine more than the moon in heaven.
I unchained the chain, threw myself into my heart, shivering.
Give me a hug, let me step on his shoes, take me inside, close the door.
“I’m… don’t be afraid…”
My tears can’t stop, my tears are whispering.
“I miss you so much. I’m sorry.
“I miss you too. I’m sorry.
There was silence in the room, thanks for not saying anything, but everything.
Day and night. I’m tired. He’s tired.
He didn’t bathe. He smelled like autumn wind and leaves.
Thank you for holding me in the bed and taping me in the back, “Sleep, it’s late. I’m sorry.
“You haven’t solved your problem yet, have you? *I’m sitting on his chest and holding his back tight *
Well, thanks, but I listened to the rib vibrating and closed my eyes.
“I’m tired, but I still want to talk to you. Actually, I know it’s a pirate.
I’m not finished. I’m in the dark.
I woke up at noon.
And I sat with my face blind and cried out, “Thank you.”
I don’t know if last night was a dream or a reality.
The door was open, and he came in with lunch and greeted me: “Get up, it’s time to eat. I’m sorry.
He came over and he played a brain crash and laughed, “A man is stupid.” I’m sorry.
“What have you done? I’m sorry.
“Report. “The guy wasn’t in the editor’s office, they called the cameras, and he wandered outside your house for a long time last night. I’m sorry.
He looked at me for a while. “Did you meet him before? I’m sorry.
I’m holding on to the soybean, and I’m nodding slowly, “I hope this will end sooner.” I’m sorry.
I can change my mind slowly.
“The branch. I thank you for being serious and for being serious and saying, “Something happened to the man, no surprise, and this will never happen again.” I’m sorry.
I’m blind, “Is there a secret? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I saw the little one at the police station, wearing a duck tongue cap, and he looked like he didn’t want to see anyone.
“I’ve been working with Xiaoyu, and I’ve been informed in advance of the author’s trip, and I want to sign for the fans. A fan offered you a high price the other day to take a picture of your pajamas I…”
“How much did he give you?”
I’m a little bit more than two.
Two thousand?
Twenty thousand. I’m sorry.
I was so emotional that I almost grabbed his collar and cried, “I’m just a writer, how can I be worth so much!” I’m sorry.
Zhang was upset, too: “So have you provoked people? I’m sorry.
Say, “Twig, we can check the chat records, don’t worry. I’m sorry.
I kept my heart down and I went on to ask, “Well, what about the pirated book?” I’m sorry.
“Then ask Yu. I know she printed a lot of pirated copies in private. I’m sorry.
“…”
“What’s his full name? “I’d like to thank you for asking.
“Pang Yu. I’m sorry.
Thank you for not saying a word, and for pulling me up, “The branch, it’s time to go back. I’m sorry.
I’ve got my little bag, and I’ve got my face in the back. I’m sorry.
He took me in the car and went back to the hotel so he held me tight, “Sorry, it’s my problem. I’m sorry.
He’s dry and can hear guilt and apology.
I held him in my back, and I shot him, “Do you know Pam? I’m sorry.
He was um, like, “My… a student. I’m sorry.
I remember the beautiful woman who ran into me at the office, and she said she had something to do with another woman.
And suddenly, I couldn’t listen.
He rubbed my hair and said:
“After graduation, she chased me, after all. I refused, but she did not seem to want to give up and occasionally sent me a message of condolence. I’m sorry.
“So I started seeing her, so I stopped thinking about me. I’m sorry.
I’ll put it in my stomach before I mention it.
“So you flew with me so fast that you could get rid of her? I’m sorry.
“Not really. “I like you because you’re cute.” After all, no one’s ever met and asked me questions like that. I’m sorry.
“I’m nervous. I was wrong, okay? I’m sorry.
Thanks for laughing, “You look nervous. Cuter.” I’m sorry.
As soon as noon was over, I went out to dinner with her, and on the way back he asked me, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
I put away my phone, my secret: “Nothing. I’m sorry.
On the home page of the forum, the gill branch is sweet and has just released a dynamic: I believe him.
I turned off my cell phone and held back my hand.
In front of the hotel, I saw Jade.
She wears a fine make-up, a dress on her knees, and her feet are on her heels.
When I saw us coming down from the car, my face was frozen, and I recovered, and I came back: “Thank you, Miss, I haven’t seen you for a long time. I’m sorry.
Thank you for holding my hand. I’m sorry.
“I haven’t had lunch. Shall I join you? She took a look at me and said, “Sir. I’m sorry.
I didn’t have time to answer, saying, “We’ve eaten, she’s sleepy and we’ll talk later. I’m sorry.
Yuen turned around and said, “Then I’ll send two teachers up. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t refuse to enter the hotel lobby.
I have finally understood the distress of the words, and the man is horrifying.
“Mr. Kiryu is not a graduate, is he? “Thank you for being followed by a lot of people, very good.” I’m sorry.
Me and my thanks are staring at the rising floor, and nobody talks at all.
Panyu was not embarrassed and was familiar.
And We scratched the hand of thank you, and his eyes looked at me with tenderness, and I laughed.
Panyu was interrupted by my laughter and his smile was frozen in his face.
Thank you for the warm hands and the strength.
“Miss Pan, my girlfriend’s keyboard is expensive and she’ll be hurt if I break my knees. So let’s not talk about the past. I’m sorry.
And I shook my hand and whispered, “I didn’t ask you to kneel on the keyboard.” I’m sorry.
Thank you for filming my back, “Come on, we’re here. I’m sorry.
“Teacher Kiryu. “Pang Yu takes a deep breath and calls me when I get out of the elevator door.
I looked back, and she grabbed the button and stood in the corner, “I like to thank you, sir. I really do. I’m sorry.
“So what? I smiled and tightened my cuffs, “I decided to interrupt my work with you until things were clear. I’m sorry.
Pang Yu’s face has changed, “Mr. Ping, you don’t have to do this because I like it.”
In my mind, justice is far more important than the good. I looked straight at Pan Yu’s sad face and said, “I rejected you, not because you wanted to say thank you, but because you sold stolen books. How can you be serious about cooperating? I’m sorry.
“You have no proof! “Pang Yu’s gentle mask cracks a stitch, and it’ll sell! Tsing Ee, understand!
“I’m well aware that this is dirty money, it’s fine. I’m sorry.
After I had said it, I turned my head and I left until I opened the door, and I held me in my arms, and I turned around.
“You shouldn’t be impulsive. I’m sorry.
He’s very dark-eyed, like a shadow under pressure in the woods, and occasionally shows light.
My back was on the door, and my heart was beating so hard that I didn’t know if I was angry or because of something else.
“I want the publisher to give me a statement that if they want to grow, they have to get rid of such evils as Panyu. I’m sorry.
“I’m talking to them. It’s only a matter of time, branch, you don’t really care. I’m sorry.
I looked at him, and I grabbed his shirt and collar, and I pulled it so hard, and I pulled a button.
And he was bowed down by me, with me to kiss him.
The familiar scent, the familiar body temperature, the familiar kiss.
We are entangled in an atmosphere of obscurity, hand-to-hand the penetrating neck, and we are going down, with our fingertips gently squeezing the tight curve.
The body is almost attached to his solid body.
Gradually holding me by my shirt, and groaning on my ear, “The branch, you.”
I’m breathing fast, I’m blushing, my eyes are blurry:
“I admit, it’s just jealous… she put on makeup, smiled at you, said a lot of people came after you…”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.
My hands are still on the abdomen, and I look at him with pity:
“I’ve given up a big deal to back you up. Can’t I give you a little reward? I’m sorry.
“What do you want?” I’m sorry.
“Get your hands off me, I’m going to continue. I am stubborn.
“Good. He lets his hand go, moves up, removes one of his shirts, shows his chest, “Today I am yours. I’m sorry.
And We threw him down on the bed, and We broke him apart without order, and We breathed in vain, but we were staring at me.
“Step down a little bit. I’m sorry.
“I know! The belt won’t be removed! I’m covered in red, my hands and my feet are so confused, “Can’t you help me? I’m sorry.
He reached out and touched my hair, “Remember how it was written for the first time? I’m sorry.
“Well, I don’t remember, it’s like it happened. I’m sorry.
“The branch, look at me.”
As if I had been bewitched, and eyes were on his lips, and he spitted out four words without a word, and was sweet: I love you. I’m sorry.
He flipped over and put me down, and he hit me with the sound of a metal, and he solved the problem.
“Eeji, take notes. I’m going to start. I’m sorry.
When I failed to respond, I was swallowed up by a wave of desire, like a drowning man, who climbed his arms and struggled hard, and was dragged back to the joys of his life, and asked, helplessly, for forgiveness.
“Is it hot?” He strangles my lips with his free hands, and says, “Your eyes are broken, aren’t they? I’m sorry.
“Keek–” I opened my arms and threw a hard word out.
“Well, I hold you, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
The light outside the window went down a little bit, and the heat in the room was not diminished.
And finally, I was dazed, whispered, I didn’t say anything to the foreword, and I was laughing, “Are you going to do it again? I’m sorry.
“Is there enough material?”
I’m ashamed to be covered, “Enough is enough…”
When I wake up, it’s dark. The last sun is gone.
“Let’s get up and have dinner.” I’m sorry.
I was lazied in my blanket, and I scrambled, and I was bored, “I can’t afford…”
He just doesn’t want to.
Thank you for pulling me out of the nest. “Pan Yu has the results. Pan-Yo has the night of Lantin’s dream. I’m sorry.
I was in his arms, and I didn’t want to move, “My business was as good as Langtine’s dreams. I’m sorry.
Inspiring others to enter someone’s room and take photographs is bad.
But why would she do that?
“Your phone’s been ringing, you’re the editor. Look how you slept. Didn’t call. I’m sorry.
I turned on my phone and the editor sent a lot of messages:
“We stopped working with that family. There’s a good publisher who wants to talk to you. Come back. We’ve heard about you there, the company’s going to go through legal proceedings and Langtine’s dream is over, but I think it’s serious, it’s not personal, so I didn’t ask you, and I refused. I’m sorry.
Finally, the editor solemnly said, “Are you ready for this? This time, we’re going to sue her that, while it may not be material, everyone should know what she did. I’m sorry.
I’ve been holding the handle for a long time.
“Don’t blame yourself, you’re right. It’s time for you to eat. I’m sorry.
I had a big red face.
It’s dark in the house. It’s just a walllight.
Thank you for calling out, watching me eat.
He took a bath, and the air was bathed, and I ate my chicken leg and slowly stopped chewing, staring at his outside neck and spat.
Thank you for knowing what I’m thinking and rubbing my head with a smile. I’m sorry.
This thing with men only once and countless times.
Especially a man who can eat so well.
But I’m not strong enough to eat, take a shower and use my phone to brush the forum.
A hot top search went off.
“Randing Dreams is being prosecuted.”
There’s a personal analysis post down here, and it’s gone.
“The New Moon Cultural Studio and Lantin Dream Night’s Walking Media are home. The night of Lantin’s dream was not the first time she had tripped the twig, and she was suspected that her work was thermally faked, and this time she even more incited others to enter the room illegally and get cold. I’m sorry.
“The project of the Co-operative Press, which had problems with the recipient, was not known, but it also sold stolen books, thanks to them all. I’m sorry.
“I told you, I’ve got a thank you teacher’s work, and there’s no common sense error. I’m sorry.
“What a mess you’ve made. It’s fine. I’m sorry.
“It’s a day of support for Mr. Xie. I’m sorry.
I’ve gone crazy by Ait, and even more ridiculously, because of the accident, the Poker went up and went into the first three.
“I didn’t think one day I’d be famous for this kind of thing…” I lamented, “I’d rather use talent to impress people.” I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, but I’m not here.
I turned my head, and I found him, who was never a swinger of his cell phone, and he was opening his novel interface, and the wind crossed a page.
I was so excited to come over, “What are you looking at?”
I jumped on his phone screen, “How can you look at it! I’m sorry.
“The master has a mole under his collarbone. “The master’s hand, the master’s skill, can do anything.” He likes to bite her ear when he kisses her, to be bullied by her, and to be bullied by her in turn. I’m sorry.
Who did you write that? I’m sorry.
My face is burning, “Don’t say that again.”
For the months we’ve been together, I’ve had to work hard to get details while we’re still hungry.
And these details, only thanks for knowing.
He’s my master.
And, of course, there’s also my premature assumptions, such as the infirmity of a teacher, who can’t be long, who can’t be too good, who can’t be too good, who can’t be too good.
And thank you for saying, “I am very conservative.” I’m sorry.
“No, no…”
He bit me in the ear, and his hands slowly moved down, and in my breath he said, “I fear you will not bear it.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Then Lantin came to me one night.
It’s still cold, but it’s still cold: “It’s just a prank, it doesn’t have to be ugly.” I’m sorry.
I was lying in front of the bathroom mirror, all red and soft.
“I’m really just a joke. I’m sorry.
Thank you for coming out of the back, rounding my arm, putting my finger in my hand and the phone, snapping, “Baby, focus on…”
The phone fell on the floor and broke the screen.
I’ve been chilling for days because of this until he’s finished and back to bed.
The novels are up to date, and many readers comment on it: “It’s so strange, the drama has soared lately, there’s so little love, and Kiyei’s focused on his career!
On that day, the sales peaked and broke the platform’s monthly sales record.
On the same day, Lantin night announced the seal.
She sent me a text message: “I really just wanted to scare you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I replied: “I am happy to step on someone else’s scars, and I am not worthy of forgiveness. I’m sorry.
Since then, all the contact details of Lantin’s dream night have been hacked and her apology letter has been hung on the home page, and I have not seen it.
A year after I joined the compliment, Pooping was published.
On summer vacation, the sky of the Qinghai is clear.
From 315 countries, the farthest chaka-salt lake is still beneath the sky, like a magnificent mirror.
The salty wind is blowing, and I look in my eyes, and I lean towards the window.
“Beware of the wind, put your hat on.” I’m sorry.
“I’m going to open a new book. I’m sorry.
It’s just a moment.
“What do you want to write this time?” I’m sorry.
I look at the highways that extend to the sky, and I pick up my mouth, “Let’s just write our story.” I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it flat?”
I looked at the side of the complimentary face and smiled sweetly, “No, the branch and the complimentary love story will never fade. #Feb14 #Feb14
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
